Bruce's Midlife Rebellion

Chapter 29 Bruce's Midlife Rebellion

"I'm back. Saving the world is exhausting."

As soon as Allen returned to the Batcave, he went straight to Bruce's bedside.

Bruce is currently weak and his physical condition has not yet recovered; he needs to rest for a day or two.

With exceptional physical fitness and access to top-notch medical equipment, he is basically free of any physical problems.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Allen sat on the bed without any hesitation, leaning against Bruce, one hand on his shoulder, and said in a condescending tone, "Bat, listen to my advice. Flowers will bloom again after they wither. If you're going to leave prematurely, you need to learn to increase income and reduce expenditure."

"..."

Bruce asked listlessly, "Allen, you should have discovered something, right?"

"Of course!" Allen said proudly. "Who am I? The embodiment of justice, the comedic relief, even my poop smells sweet."

He added earnestly, "This world will end sooner or later without me."

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces darkened.

The world would seem a little more normal without you.

Ahem...

Allen cleared his throat, moved to a chair, interlaced his fingers to support his chin, and said seriously, "I discovered not only owl judges in the lair, but also owl priests who live hidden underground."

"The Owl Priest?"

Bruce gave him a questioning look.

The owl judge was someone he had seen while trapped in his nest; they all wore masks, making it impossible to see their true appearances, and their voices were all specially processed.

Therefore, he cannot rashly target the wealthy in Gotham, lest he give them leverage and put them on the defensive through a media offensive.

"The Owl Priests are a humanoid race with a terrifying appearance; they are followers of Barbatos."

As he spoke, Allen made a pair of pincers with his hands and placed them on either side of his mouth, describing it as, "It looks like a Predator, with four fangs in its mouth, but it's not as good at fighting as a Predator."

"Predator?"

Bruce became more and more confused as he listened; it was all a jumbled mess of nonsense.

"I've never even heard of Predators. It's an alien hunter civilization that specializes in hunting powerful creatures to complete trials. Their technology is four or five stories high, and they especially love hunting Xenomorphs." Allen got more and more excited as he spoke: "You know Xenomorphs? First, a facehugger hatches from an egg, and when it finds a creature, it hugs its face, injects an embryo into its mouth to parasitize it, and then the mature Xenomorph bursts out of its chest. It's so exciting."

"Now we might be able to find it at the Weyland Corporation, or we might be able to find the pyramid where the Alien Queen is imprisoned under the Antarctic ice sheet."

Where are you standing? Talking about a script.

Bruce and the five young heroes didn't take a word seriously.

Can you really believe someone who's mentally ill?

However, I've heard of Wieland Corporation, a leading global biopharmaceutical company that even Wayne Group pales in comparison.

"Alan has gone off-topic," Bruce reminded him.

"Let's get back to the main topic."

Allen recounted with great enthusiasm: "There was a group of people who were just bored and had more money than they could spend, and they encountered a group of cultists—and just so you know, not the ones we encountered in Silent Hill—who came to our door selling immortality projects."

I have a bit of a path in the Dark Multiverse. The risks are high, but the profits are also very high. As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold. If you have the guts, I'll give you 70% and you 30% after it's done.

Upon hearing this, the group thought, "This project is such a waste of money, I, Wang Duoyu, will invest."

Project planning is much simpler; just lure Bat into coming into contact with five metals.

Amber gold, Dionysus factor, beryllium metal, nitrogen metal, and bat gold…”

Bruce asked, puzzled, "Why me?"

Bruce was furious and aggrieved that someone was shoving metal into his body, asking him what he had done to deserve this.

"That's a very insightful question." Allen thought for a moment and replied, "It's because you're so popular that the storylines revolve around you, which is why there are so many sales."

"..."

Allen blinked and asked, "Where was I?"

"Bat Gold".

"Hmm, grilled gluten." Allen continued, "Bat, when you eat grilled gluten, it's like you've become a spacetime anchor."

The Blue-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao was able to successfully invade our world, first sending the Dark Knights as an advance force, and the superheroes won through a desperate battle.

Then the big boss appears, and things get really serious.

Fortunately, they found the rice cooker that sealed King Piccolo, retrieved the Tenth Metal from inside, defeated the boss, and released Princess Popetua, who was imprisoned within the Origin Wall.

The group looked at each other, seemingly not understanding.

But one thing is certain: the problem is very serious.

As they were processing the information, Allen suddenly stood up, his expression grave, and said, "Oh no, things are much worse than we thought."

Allen stepped forward and grabbed Bruce's shoulder, warning him, "Bat, now that you have three metals, you absolutely cannot touch Hawkman's weapons, Doctor Fate's helmet, or Deathstroke's equipment. Those all contain N metal."

"I have a feeling that your real intention is to get me to steal their equipment."

The target and the items were described in great detail, and Bruce couldn't help but suspect that Allen was being sarcastic.

"They have it there."

Allen turned his head away shyly.

You're blushing, my foot.

Bruce asked, "When did I acquire three metals?"

He had never seen any of the so-called special metals before, yet he had inexplicably come into contact with three kinds. The thought of it was terrifying.

Moreover, how did Allen know all this so clearly?

There are a lot of questions.

"Is there any water to drink from the spring in the nest maze?"

When questioned by Allen, Bruce admitted that after being trapped in the maze for several days without food or water, it was normal for him to drink some water from the spring to quench his thirst.

"That's amber gold, they deliberately tricked you into drinking it."

Allen then pointed out, "The underground river beneath the Batcave contains a pure pool of Dionysian Factor water. The Claw Warrior equipment that Dick and Jason brought back may have a layer of iron metal coating on its surface. So there are three types now."

If the owl judges were there, they would definitely exclaim, "Wow!"

They thought they had reached the first step, but in fact they had already completed the third step.

"It's so late, I'm going back to the spring."

Allen glanced at the non-existent watch on his wrist, then adjusted the non-existent monocle in his right eye socket, and said meaningfully, "Every gift of fate comes with a hidden price."

Without fail, I go home on time.

After watching Allen leave, the Batcave fell silent.

"Dick, show me the Claw Warrior's weapon," Bruce gestured.

"Allen said you can't touch him," Dick said hesitantly.

"You believe someone who's mentally ill?"

"..."

Bruce examined the exquisitely crafted sword, finding nothing unusual, and then ordered, "Dig down into the Batcave and see if there's any Dionysian Factor."

Reality often proceeds according to its original trajectory.

In the original comics, Bruce Wayne, disregarding the Justice League's objections, insisted on researching five special metals in an attempt to find a solution to Barbatos' invasion of reality, which ultimately led to the disaster.

Briefly summarize.

Bruce's rebellious bone grows from his neck to the tip of his tailbone, solving problems while creating them.

This belongs to the category of middle-aged rebellion.

(End of this chapter)