is not about whether it's strong or not.

Chapter 6 is not about whether it's strong or not.

Gotham suburbs, deep underground, 2 a.m.

Batman watched the interview on the huge monitor and frowned slightly.

He had taken off his helmet, revealing a handsome young face with strong, resolute features, bearing a weariness that seemed out of place for his age.

Bruce Wayne, son of Gotham, possesses immense wealth, but no one knows that he is actually a masked vigilante who can scale walls and leap across rooftops.

It just goes to show that the interests of the wealthy are incredibly diverse. Some love cars, some love watches, some love golf, some love learning foreign languages, and some love traveling and climbing mountains. So it doesn't seem so far-fetched that a rich kid has the peculiar habit of going out in the middle of the night wearing cat ears and beating up kids.

This is the Bat Cave.

The natural cave at the bottom of Wayne Manor existed when Bruce was a child, and was used as a nest by bats. Although it doesn't yet have as many airplanes, cannons, and fancy tanks as it does later, he has already transformed it into the initial prototype of a bat cave.

Alfred, the butler, dressed in a black suit and bow tie, climbed down a ladder hanging from a steep wall, steadily carrying a plate covered with a silver lid as he went.

After landing, he straightened his clothes and walked forward expressionlessly, saying, "Don't worry, young master. This old body of mine can handle this slippery ladder perfectly well. Even carrying a tray is no problem for me. I don't need any help at all."

Bruce remained staring at his computer without turning around: "I'm already planning to install a staircase, and then the secret door will lead directly to the study."

Alfred walked up to him. The footage shown was a brief, blurry clip, recorded by the Batman suit's built-in camera.

He was repeatedly studying the scene where the mysterious man turned the bat monster into ashes with a single shot.

"Very impressive." Alfred placed the silver plate on the table. "It looks like some kind of cutting-edge technology."

"No known individual weapon possesses such power, at least not to my knowledge at this stage," Bruce said. "The Batcomputer analyzed the energy data of that shot."

The light impact carries temperatures exceeding 100,000 degrees Celsius.

Alfred raised an eyebrow: "That's quite hot."

In fact, this was due to the limitations of materials and technology that limited the accuracy of the light energy cannon's reproduction. In fact, according to the standard settings of the Specium Ray, a temperature of 500,000 degrees Celsius is required to meet the standard.

"That's not the main point. Temperature is just secondary; what truly makes that beam-based attack method lethal is something else entirely. Its energy output method is completely unknown to the field of science, and more importantly, spectral analysis has revealed some unknown elements contained within it."

Certain substances that do not exist on Earth.

Bruce said in a deep voice.

"But I believe that substance is the main factor that gives it its terrifying destructive power."

"Uh, you mean, aliens, sir?" Alfred said.

"Or at least, it's alien technology. We can't rule out the possibility of extraterrestrials either. Look here."

Bruce cut the camera to the very end.

When the beam of light fell and the dust settled, the man in black who had fired the cannon was nowhere to be seen.

"I don't understand. Where did he go?" Alfred asked.

"Super speed, an incredibly fast speed that's imperceptible to the human eye," Bruce said. "He possesses advanced technology and extraordinary abilities. He could very well be an alien."

We know nothing about his identity, background, strength, or skills; he is a highly dangerous individual.

"Do I need to remind you, young master, that this 'highly dangerous individual' just saved your life," Alfred said.

"In terms of the outcome, yes. But it wasn't necessarily intentional. Maybe he was just hunting, and his target was the thing that attacked me."

"It's a shame you didn't inherit optimism from your Wayne ancestors," Alfred said.

"I call this being prepared. This is something completely unknown to humankind, Alfred. We always have to be prepared for any unforeseen circumstances."

Bruce stood up and put his helmet back on.

"Going out, sir?" Alfred gestured to the plate he had just put down. "Wouldn't you like to eat something before you go?"

"Let's wait and see. The prior investigation for this operation was insufficient; it was my carelessness and lack of preparation. Maroni is clearly connected to the anomalous creature that attacked me, which makes him more dangerous than expected. I must find out as soon as possible."

That's a real shame.

Alfred, expressionless, lifted the silver lid off the plate.

There was only an empty plate inside; there was nothing else there.

"I went to great lengths to prepare dinner for you today, and now this 'baked empty plate' is all wasted."

Bruce: "."

Alfred, holding the lid, shrugged: "I knew you wouldn't eat it anyway."

"When I get back, you can make whatever you want for breakfast tomorrow morning." Bruce's voice softened slightly, with a hint of apology.

"That's not necessary."

Alfred picked up his plate again and walked towards the ladder by the wall.

"I'll be very relieved if your breakfast tomorrow isn't served on an IV drip, young master."

Elsewhere, in a dark space.

A shadow darted through the shadows like a fish, rapidly approaching. It reached the depths of the shadows, then rose from the ground like a wisp of mist, solidifying into a blurry entity.

"The demon Kress is dead," it said in a muffled and strange voice.

The sound echoed endlessly in the dark space.

A moment later, a second cloud of mist appeared. It cascaded down from the height like a waterfall, and not far to its side, it also materialized into a tall, distorted, and grotesque shadow.

"I told you long ago, the plan to collect sacrifices from evil people hiding among humanity is a pipe dream."

After a pause, it continued to ask.

"But what happened? Did the wizard discover it?"

"No, not a wizard. It's something else." The first shadowy figure hesitated, as if finding it difficult to describe. "It's human, but possesses certain dangerous abilities."

"Humans?" The tall shadow immediately showed disdain. "Anyone who dares to block our path and prevent our master from being resurrected will only die."

The shadowy figure stared at it with a very strange look in its eyes.

"You didn't see that guy," it said. "If you had seen him fire, you wouldn't be asking such a stupid question."

"Is he very strong?" the tall shadow asked suspiciously.

"It's not a matter of whether he's strong or not. He's truly one of those very special people."

The shadowy figure paused to prepare his words.

"Let's just say that. You didn't see that guy," it said. "I'm sure if I had intervened, I would have died too."

"."

The tall shadow hesitated for a moment.

"Forget it, I've thought about it again. Our current plans don't allow us that kind of time. Let's ignore it for now and focus on the sealing problem."

The dark figure nodded repeatedly: "That's exactly what I think too."

"The wizards' power is now unprecedentedly weak, and they are no longer able to hinder our actions. The seal is about to be broken, and the day of return is approaching. Until that great one returns to the world."

The tall shadow's tone suddenly rose.

"This world will all be ours!"

(End of this chapter)