[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

Atal opened his eyes, and was immediately taken aback by the sight in front of him.

At first, he thought that the weird bright moon above his head was dyed scarlet.

But as the red gradually slid down and dripped into the dark sky, he realized dully that it was actually his eyes that were bleeding.

Atar felt a burst of horror, and immediately got up from the ground.

He raised his hand, almost frantically wiping the blood off his face, and finally he was able to see clearly where he was standing.

The buildings here are erected, twisted into human dancing movements, the trunks are dry and withered, and the color is dim, like another world.

Just when he was at a loss as to where he was, a distant bell rang from afar.

He looked over immediately, and the bell startled several quacking crows away.And after three rings, Atar keenly heard the sound of doors and windows being locked, which indicated that this strange town had entered a state of alert.

Atar felt dizzy for a while, out of his instinct for danger, he looked around, went to the side to pick up the branches on the ground, and immediately, a line of distorted and bleeding words appeared in front of him.

[Twig: something broken by a child in Arkham town, not offensive]

He widened his eyes and was confused for a moment: ... Is this a game?

To Atar's own surprise, he accepted this setting without any obstacles.

Looking at the blood-stained font, he subconsciously blew on it, twisted his body, as if tickled by his breath, shyly disappeared into the air a few times.

An unfamiliar voice sounded in his mind without emotion: "The awakening of the host was detected... The detection was successful. Welcome, Atal, please choose your superhero camp."

This sentence fell, but the option did not appear in the midair. Atar looked into the midair and waited patiently for a few minutes, but still nothing happened.

"Network delay? Equipment failure?" He asked curiously, took another breath into the air, blinked, and asked in a good-tempered manner, "Is it because of my blowing?"

The system held its breath: "It is forbidden for the host to commit crimes based on his beauty, please find a place to stay as soon as possible."

Then, no matter what actions Atar made, that voice no longer appeared in his mind.

The moon is hidden by dark clouds, creating a sense of abandonment and waste, making Atal's 16-year-old boy's body even smaller.

He was in an environment that was so weird that he could see that the doors and windows of the low-rise houses were locked tightly, only the lights in front of each door were dimly lit, and he could imagine pairs of malicious or curious eyes looking through the gaps he.

Atar threw away the branch in his hand, and glanced at the ground. At some point, a string of blood stains appeared on the asphalt slab, shining slightly in the night, as if guiding him to go forward.

He walked forward along the bloodstains, feeling the clicking sound from his body, as if the bones were being reshaped with every step, an inexplicable force flowed into his body, and the bleeding eyes gradually healed.

From the closed doors and windows came whispers, rustling like the wind blowing leaves.

"Outlanders..."

"Hunting season."

"It's a foreigner..."

Atal glanced up at the panel that floated in front of him.

The system said: "You can choose the birth point."

[Please find a place to stay as soon as possible, you don't want to know what will happen if you don't complete the task. ]

[The game has started. ]

[Countdown: 5:00]

He walked to the first door, where the lights flickered slightly, making it even more gloomy. A normal person would pass by this seemingly impossible room, but Atar seemed to have not seen the old blood splattered on the door , walked up the steps calmly.

He raised his hand and knocked, and asked slowly, "Hello? Can I go in?"

There was a moment of silence in the house, and then came a voice distorted with shrill fear: "—Get out of here! Strangers! Leave me alone!"

"Another useless pig, waiting to be slaughtered!"

Atar let out an "oh", pulled a few times, and walked around the chain wrapped around the handle from the door panel.

[Chain: There seems to be some blood, which can be used to kill people]

He weighed it a few times with satisfaction and wrapped it around his hands a few times.Although his mind was empty and he didn't quite remember who he was, a part of his body instinctively told Atar that he was by no means an ordinary person with no power to restrain himself.

Atal said, "Sorry."

Then, he walked backwards down the steps, turned around and continued to follow the blood-stained route, and at the moment he walked down the stairs, something happened suddenly!

A figure ambushing in the blind corner of vision rushed out, screaming and trying to pounce on Atar's body, but the latter dodged sideways, and that body hit the steps heavily, howling like an angry beast.

It was only now that Atal could see the appearance of the other party clearly, but it was not appropriate to describe it as a human being.

The opponent looked like a hybrid of a snake and a human, with his jaw wide open, and the stinky saliva dripped from his scaly lips and fell to the ground, corroding a piece of floor tiles.

Judging from its ambush behavior, this thing is intelligent, and its tightly squinted eyes reveal undisguised hunger and malice, and it is staring at Atal without blinking.

Atar glanced at the countdown subconsciously, there were still 3 minutes.

So it's not punishment anymore?

The monster caught the moment when Atar's attention was diverted, and puffed up again, with the breath of a terrifying carnivore.

Atal kicked up the sharp stone exposed by the monster's smashed steps just now, grabbed it in his hand, and pressed it into its eyeball the moment it approached.

At the same time, he tilted his body to avoid its protruding hands, made room to shake the chain on his hand, and slammed it fiercely, this time directly stuffing the stone that was still exposed outside into the monster's head In the skull.

It immediately screamed horribly, as if the sound of a baby crying made people's ears ring. He kicked it away, and the deformed body fell down, twitching on the spot, and lost its breath for a while.

[Countdown: 2:00]

Atal clicked his tongue and glanced at his palm, almost a little surprised: "—I'm strong!"

System: "There are less than 2 minutes left."

But Atar was still very excited: "Did you see it just now? I killed him instantly!"

"It's it." The system corrected his words, "You have to hurry up."

"Okay." The 16-year-old boy stepped up three steps and landed on the asphalt slab of the street, "You're right."

"If I don't find the room, will there be more monsters later?" Atal asked.

"It will rain," the system said.

"rain?"

"Acid rain, scarlet." The system's voice was menacing, "It will fall from the top of your head, with strong corrosiveness, it will peel off your soft inner and skin, and then it will be like the sun shining on the snow. Melt you, after this rain passes, you will only be left with a puddle of blood."

Atal didn't think too much, and rushed to the first door he encountered.

The difference from last time was that when he put his hand on the door, a line of explanatory text appeared.

[Gathering of Kryptonians, you'll be Man of Steel. ]

Atal thought for a while: "I know Kryptonians, Superman."

"Open the door," he called, "I wish I could go in."

He could see the warm orange light from the gap through the locked doors and windows.

After the silence, there was the sound of chairs being moved, and a pair of lovely blue eyes appeared on the other side of the window. He stared at Atar, and after a while, with an apologetic tone: "...Sorry, you are not from Krypton, we cannot accept you."

Attar complained about the system: "They are racist."

"We are more worried that you will feel out of place if you come here. After all, we are Kryptonians, Superman is our representative, and you have neither a body of steel nor can you fly, so I'm sorry..."

The species is wrong, and that's okay.

Atal turned around without hesitation, and rushed towards the second door.

When he put his hand up this time, he felt a chill that made his teeth chatter, as if he wanted to expel everyone who approached this room, and he was not surprised to see a line of words appear again.

[Batman's residence, you will join the camp of the Dark Knight]

"Hello……"

"No," the deep voice carried a darkness deeper than intimidation, the speaker paused, and said again before Atar spoke, "You have killed people, and we don't accept people who cross the line."

Atal had nothing to say, in fact, he didn't even know if he had done such a thing, because he didn't remember it at all.

But the speaker's tone was determined like a detective, so he didn't have any thoughts of defense.

The time left was running out, but Atal felt that the next door would not open for him.

He had no choice but to approach the next one with a bit of resignation, raised his hand perfunctorily and knocked on it, without even reading the line of explanation.

"...I'm not a Kryptonian, I can't fly, I don't have a body of steel, and I have killed people." He promoted himself listlessly, "I may have a memory problem and forget a lot of things, but I should be pretty good at fighting."

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Time passed by, and there was no sign of the door opening.

Just when Atar was ready for the end of the countdown and heroic sacrifice, a faint voice came from the other side of the door: "...Although we are in the heroic camp."

"Well?"

"But we don't resist killing criminals."

Atar straightened up involuntarily, a little surprised.

"Our justice will be condemned by the world."

"I'm being hunted by Batman for killing criminals," said the voice again. "We've been in the Justice League and out of the Justice League, and no one can restrain us."

"We are the hunters of the urban forest—"

After the voice finished speaking, it paused slightly, as if waiting for Atal's reaction.

"..." A few seconds later, Atar put down his hand trying to touch the door to see the explanation—this may have broken the rules—and hesitantly said, "I'm sorry, I still can't guess who you are."

The other party was stunned, and said angrily: "I'm asking if you want to!"

"Ah," Atal suddenly realized, almost ashamed, "I thought you wanted me to guess."

The door was slammed open, and the other party couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed Atar by the collar, and roughly dragged him in: "We come from Star City, and I'm Green Arrow."

At the same time, he issued a domineering declaration: "In short, once you come, don't even think about leaving."

In a place with bright light, Green Arrow stared at Atar's face with doubts on his face, and suddenly said: "Do you think that you and Batman look a bit like..."

Atal has black hair and green eyes, and his facial features are exquisite like a puppet. In all fairness, this is really a pleasing face, but Green Arrow finds a little familiar feeling from this good-looking appearance. This guy ...

It looks like a smaller version of Batman.

Green Arrow's expression suddenly became a little complicated.

Then, a red-haired boy protruded from behind the person who grabbed Atar. He had a youthful face mixed with a red baseball cap, and said with a smile: "It's so rare, it's the first time. Someone chose our Green Arrow family."

"It wasn't my choice," Attar said honestly.

The red-haired boy glanced at the hand holding Attar's back collar as if choking the throat of fate, and the face of Atar who was inexplicably aggrieved, his gaze was fixed.

He paused suspiciously, and began to pretend to look around: "Haha, ha. Anyway, welcome."

In this weird atmosphere, the 5-minute countdown finally ended, and the door was completely closed in front of Atar's eyes. With the completion of the task, he lost the chance to run away.

The next moment, the voice of the system appeared in my mind.

[Congratulations to the successful selection of the player's camp:

Star City, Green Arrow House, Hero Camp.

Ability: hit every shot

Title: Junior Archer

Inheriting the Green Arrow relationship...

Successfully read faction relations.

Batman: Extremely Bad

Superman: Bad

The Flash: Neutral

Wonder Woman: Vile

Green Lantern: Intimate

Lex: Neutral

Spider-Man: Bad

Iron Man: Bad

Captain America: Bad

Black Widow: Bad

[…]

Green Arrow said deeply: "A real hero is not afraid to be an enemy of the world."

Atal: "..."

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The well-known town of Arkham is the origin of the name of Arkham Asylum.

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