[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Penguin moves very fast.

Perhaps it was out of reverence for the gods, or perhaps it was for the benefits and temptations within reach, his efficiency was surprisingly high, and less than a month later, he had already established a church in the center of Gotham.

Yes, downtown Gotham.

Originally, there was a piece of real estate owned by Penguin, which was a historical building left over from a century ago. It could be said to be the most valuable piece of real estate he had.

It can be directly used as a church only by modifying the interior decoration.

……

A month later.

Standing outside the church, Uriah, an enthusiastic passer-by, said: ...

Although this church of yours is disguised as some kind of relief charity, it looks decent, and everyone thinks it's a new moth that Penguin came up with on a whim... But you are directly in Gotham City Is the center really okay!Across the street is the Wayne Group building!

Batman doesn't even need to ride his beloved little Batmobile, just take two steps after get off work to clean you up!

Is this the big hermit hiding in the city?

He glanced at his updated self-made system interface:

[Current city: Gotham (a bustling city that develops rapidly, feasts and feasts, but is as dark as silt. The class gap is difficult to bridge, so there must be hatred in the dark. This may become the best breeding ground for cultivating faith)]

[City Comprehensive Belief Index: E (the lowest level, the city's acceptance of extraordinary existence is still extremely low, once there is a miracle beyond their cognition, it will inevitably cause terrible consequences that are irreversible)]

[Number of believers: 29 (only a little bit better than none at all, but if you start a tall building on the ground, no matter how long the road is, you have to go step by step)]

This information comes from the body of the Eye of the Secret Star that has been observing the world. Directly using the power of the Eye of the Secret Star will indeed cause serious pollution, but if you rely on the system for information projection, the degree of pollution will be greatly weakened.

The establishment of faith in Gotham has taken the first step steadily. What Hawthorne has to do is to wait for the seeds of faith to take root and germinate in the dark fertile soil of Gotham, and blossom and bear fruit.

While thinking, Uriah walked in.

There are already many people standing inside, and they are all waiting in line to receive free bread.

Although this is actually the stronghold of the Church of the Outer Gods, on the surface it is still a relief station established by the Penguin through various channels under a certain private name. The unemployed provide some food and shelter.

Of course, this is just a superficial disguise.

Ulea casually glanced at the interior furnishings, and saw the mark of the Eye of the Secret Star in at least five places.

Those marks will not be placed in too conspicuous places, but they are all easily accessible by sight.

Once someone sees this mark, even if it is only out of the corner of his eye, then the connection between this person's spirit body and the Outer God will be established.

A secret cognition will be planted in their subconscious——

If you're stuck in a trouble you can't solve on your own, you might come to this pantry for help.

From this perspective, perhaps it is a perfect choice to build the church in the center of Gotham City with the most traffic.

Uriah nodded secretly: Well, as expected of the penguin who has been the mayor of Gotham for several years, he still has a very bright mind.

……

With the intention of inspecting the work and enjoying a free lunch, Yulia brazenly joined the queue.

Standing in front of him was a young man with an unsightly complexion, wearing a white shirt and tie, completely different from the people around him who could see through poverty at a glance.

Uriah couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

These days, all the white-collar workers come out to cheat food and drink?People's hearts are not old when the world is going down.

Soon, young people came to the front of the line.The person in charge of distributing the free lunch was a middle-aged man who looked a bit fierce. He was holding bread in his hand and looked menacing. There was even a scar more than ten centimeters long on the hand holding the bread bag.

"Uh..." The young white-collar worker pushed the bread bag away with his hands, and said hesitantly, "Sorry, I'm not here to pick up the bread..."

Scar Hand was not impatient, but asked kindly, "Then why are you here?"

The young white-collar worker looked at the fierce appearance of the scarred hand, and he broke out in cold sweat. He hesitated for a long time, and finally closed his eyes, and said as if he was resigned to his fate: "I, I don't know, I just... Honestly, I dreamed about this place, so I came over to see it!"

Scarred Hand: "..."

The voice of the young white-collar worker was trembling, he took a step back, almost bumped into Yulia, and said, "I'm sorry, I just..."

"Wait a minute!" Scar grabbed the young white-collar worker with a serious expression, "I know what you want."

The white-collar worker was stunned.

Scarred Hand said, "Come with me."

He didn't just walk away, but asked another staff member next to him to step up and distribute the bread on his behalf.

Ulea took his own bread bag, thanked him with a smile, and took a few steps back, preparing to leave here.

The moment he turned his head, his eyes were immediately attracted by a super-striking and super-long bar of reason in the crowd that was hard to ignore.

On the other side of the street, a tall, well-proportioned man in a haute couture suit, handsome enough to make passers-by look at him, was leaning against a red sports car with a smile on his lips, looking across Gotham's busiest street , looked at Uriah who was standing at the door of the church with a piece of bread in his hand.

[Bruce Wayne: sanity value 999/999, pollution degree 0%]

……

The young white-collar worker was held by Scar, and walked into a door behind the relief center in panic.

The carved door closed behind him, making him even more nervous.

He suddenly started to feel a little regretful.

In fact, this matter is very mysterious. He has recently encountered some troubles in his life, some fatal troubles that he cannot solve by himself and may ruin the rest of his life. He has been worried about this for a long time, and even fell into a To the point of living on depression medication.

But just last night, he had a dream.

The dream was treacherous and unpredictable, and countless unimaginable weird pictures kept flashing.After he woke up from the dream, only the shadow of an old church remained in his memory.

After waking up from the dream, he fell into a state of fright for a long time, his heart was pounding, and cold sweat was constantly flowing. Even if he just stood up and moved his limbs, he would retch because of the unspeakable fear and horror.

Only the pictures in the dream kept appearing in his mind.

He remembered that it was a church in the center of Gotham. It was no longer used as a religious occasion a long time ago, but as a sightseeing spot and a tourist check-in place... Although there are not many tourists in Gotham.

Vaguely, he had a feeling—here might be able to change his fate.

But this feeling is so weird, he can't even explain where it came from, but there is always a voice in his heart urging him...

Go check it out, you're already like this anyway, what could be worse?

That's why he's here.

Scarred Hand seemed to see his uneasiness, so he asked kindly, "What's your name?"

The young white-collar worker stammered, "Benjamin. My name is Benjamin."

"Do you know why you are here?" Scarhand asked.

Benjamin's voice was trembling: "I...I don't know, it's just a dream..."

"I understand." Scarred Hand said, "I think you are in trouble, right?"

Benjamin stared at him with wide eyes, with an unconcealable surprise on his face: "How do you know?"

Scarred laughed.

He showed Benjamin the ten-centimeter-long scar on his arm, and said in a relaxed tone: "At the time, the tendons in my hand seemed to have just been poured out of a meat grinder. You can shake your head regretfully at me. I once thought I was going to die as a cripple, but now, I have fully recovered."

Benjamin still looked at him blankly, completely unresponsive.

"I mean..." Scarred Hand said, "There is nothing He can't do, there is no wish He can't fulfill. You just need to tell Him your needs."

"Him?" Benjamin repeated subconsciously.

At this point, the two had already walked through a long passage.

On both sides of the passage, the lamps hanging on the wall became increasingly dim, and some weird runes carved on the wall became more and more eye-catching. Shimmer, magnificent and inexplicable.

Scarred gently pushed open the door at the end of the passage.

Behind the door is a not-so-spacious room.

Perhaps because of the unique visual design, the space seems to extend infinitely to the surroundings. The imprint of the huge Mystic Eye is embedded on the wall at the end of the room, overlooking everything calmly.

With just one glance, Benjamin was almost suffocated by the empty, dead, oppressive, pure and closed space.The images that had been in countless dreams but had been protectively forgotten by his brain reappeared, and those bizarre images overlapped with everything in front of him.

The eye that hangs high in the sky straddles dreams and reality, time and space, watching and looking into the distance so indifferently and calmly.

"Welcome to the Secret Star Church."