Departure, A New Timeline

Chapter 32 Departure, A New Timeline

"Allen, you mean the pure Dionysian Factor doesn't need the Blade of Redemption to work with it, and has absolutely no side effects!"

Bruce and Alfred have been resurrected unharmed.

Meanwhile, the clown Arthur looked dejected and kept muttering things like hair and eyebrows.

"Bat, I thought you knew," Allen replied.

How could I possibly know?

Regardless of its purity, the Dionysian factor is a treasure in the eyes of any power.

They'd rather keep it hidden than show it off.

Bruce didn't dwell on the issue; he was secretly overjoyed.

Pure Dionysus factor has no side effects, which is like finding a treasure.

There's no need to go to great lengths to research it; it's a treasure that can save lives in critical moments, making others indebted to it.

Furthermore, the pool is located underground at Wayne Manor, and it rightfully belongs to Bruce.

"How should we deal with this bad student?"

Alan pointed to the Joker, who had become withdrawn, and suggested, "How about locking him up in Arkham Asylum? We used to be fellow patients."

Upon noticing Allen's gaze, Arthur cowered in fear, looking rather pitiful in his panicked and timid manner.

"Never mind, hand it over to Black Gate Prison."

Bruce said, "I've invested $100 million in Blackgate Prison on behalf of Wayne Enterprises to upgrade its security system. I doubt they'll be able to escape now."

"Listen to what you're saying! Does having money make you so great?" Allen said sourly.

Clearly, Bruce didn't understand the pun in the sentence.

The reason he was worried about the Joker being locked up in Arkham was because he feared he would be rescued again.

Are you still worried about Allen even though he's not in Arkham?

Please, he goes out of the mental hospital every day, but has he ever arrested any criminal?

These past few days, I've been busy having fun.

"Principal, if you're not going to invite me to dinner, I'm leaving," Allen said, standing up.

"What principal?"

Bruce was a little bewildered by the sudden new nickname.

I used to call him Batman, but it took me a while to realize that it came from Batman.

So what's going on with the principal?

"You still won't admit it." Allen explained with a sly grin, "Our Gotham Criminal University is dedicated to cultivating criminal talent. Principal, haven't you always used arrests to train criminals to improve, hoping that one day they can step onto the international stage?"

"..."

Bruce realized the implied meaning.

He became Batman with a no-kill policy, so he only tried and imprisoned criminals, which led to criminals escaping from time to time and starting to cause trouble again.

The criminals have indeed grown and improved after each lesson.

"I'm really leaving."

Allen kept turning back to look at himself, as if hoping to be persuaded to stay.

"The young masters and ladies will be back soon. I was just about to prepare. Would you like to have lunch together?" Afu invited, understanding the implication.

"You've been so kind in inviting me, how could I possibly accept?"

A moment ago Allen was hesitant, but the next second he said bluntly, "I don't eat cilantro, thank you."

"OK."

As always, Ah Fu remained a gentleman and took the elevator upstairs to order food.

The Wayne Group owns luxury hotels, and naturally, it also has private chefs exclusively for Wayne Manor.

Around noon, the five little heroes returned safely.

They were completely unaware that the master had already died once.

Of course, Bruce wouldn't tell them, lest they worry.

A gust of wind swept away the remaining clouds, and Allen, with his delicate fingers curled, picked his teeth with a toothpick and said leisurely, "Having eaten half full is delightful."

"Allen, if that's not enough, I'll add more," Afu said kindly.

After all, Allen had saved his and Bruce's lives, and he already considered Allen one of his own.

"I'll pack some desserts to take home and eat."

Allen started his antics again, saying to Bruce, "Bat, stand up first, I have something to announce."

"What is it that you want me to stand up?"

Bruce had his doubts, but he still obediently got up.

"I declare that everyone here is trash."

"..."

Are you being polite?

They do random things while eating.

Facing pairs of murderous eyes, Allen said with a sly grin, "Bat, it's your turn to play."

Bruce sat down silently and began cutting the steak on his plate.

If this continues, the family will fall apart sooner or later.

"It's packed up."

At this moment, Afu brought over a takeout box.

"I'm going back to the spring."

How could a box of desserts possibly survive until it made it home? Allen finished it on the way.

I changed into my personal hospital gown and lay down on my personal hospital bed.

Allen is contemplating three major philosophical questions about life.

Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going?

"The spacetime anchor has been locked; the host may proceed with the time travel."

Currently, the available classes are Alchemist, Mage, and Shaman.

Friendly reminder: Leveling up your second profession requires 30% more experience and is more difficult.

Startled, he sat up abruptly.

Allen looked at the system notification box in front of him.

"System, I don't want the mage class, change it for me immediately."

Allen put his hands under his armpits and said arrogantly, "I want a Ghost Knight and a Berserker. Are you looking down on me, a DNF player?"

The stalemate lasted for a long time.

Allen resolutely refused to choose any profession, letting time slip away second by second.

"Selection timed out, random assignment in progress."

"Congratulations, host, on choosing the Alchemist class."

The following timelines are available for selection.

The forces of justice: S.H.I.E.L.D., the League of Gentlemen, and the Guardians of Winter.

The Evil Faction: Hydra, Vanguard Technology, Atlantis.

If you don't choose, the system will choose for you.

An alchemist came crashing down on them.

"Celia, I'm sorry, I can no longer be your guardian warrior."

Allen collapsed onto the bed, his face ashen. He had no interest in choosing a faction and said sadly, "The glory of the Arad continent cannot illuminate this world that needs redemption."

Meanwhile, Dean Quesi was watching the surveillance video in his office.

Allen rarely comes home during the day, and he suspects that this guy might be up to something.

After all, given Allen's usual habit of not returning home until midnight, his sudden return to the mental hospital in broad daylight was bound to arouse suspicion.

"What is he gesturing at the air for?"

Dean Quessie frowned and guessed, "Perhaps he hasn't been taking his medication recently, and his condition is getting worse."

"Such a promising young man, what a pity."

"Selection timed out, random assignment in progress."

"Congratulations, host, for choosing Hydra."

Dean Quixey was deeply moved, and the next second his eyes widened as big as saucers.

In the surveillance footage, Allen vanished into thin air.

Here we go again!

Dean Quixey personally went to Allen's bedside and searched under the bed, finally confirming that he had vanished again.

He rushed back to his office and made a phone call to report, "Frey, he's missing... um... um..."

"Amanda, target..."

……

Cities occupied by the Totenkopf Division during World War II.

Dr. Zola looked at the young man who seemed a bit off and said earnestly, "Allen, the organization has a mission for you."

Snapped…

"Long live Hydra!"

Allen gave a solemn military salute and said resolutely, "I guarantee to complete the mission assigned to me by the organization. Even if the enemy tries to seduce me with ten blonde, blue-eyed, long-legged, G-cup beauties in lace suspenders and white stockings, I will only reveal one word: 'Awesome...'"

"..."

(End of this chapter)