Thriller Paradise

Chapter 285 Battle for the Cape 28

"Oracle, can you hear me? Oracle?" Damian shouted several times into the walkie talkie, but there was no answer. He thought to himself, Is this thing broken?

"Damian." Suddenly, Nightwing’s voice came from the other end.

"Hey, what happened, Dick? Where’s Oracle?" Damian asked.

"Someone ambushed the Batcave," Nightwing replied.

"What!" Not only Damian, Squire beside him heard everything and was also shocked.

"Don’t worry, Oracle and Alfred are both fine. They’ve just been knocked out," Nightwing said.

"Then what about the Batcave? How’s the damage?" Damian asked.

Nightwing hesitated before answering.

"For now, the man has done no damage. My device can’t detect the presence of anything like a bomb or a bug either." He paused and said in a strange tone, "But... the man has stolen a whole Batsuit and... Bruce’s cape."

After dying together with Darkseid, Superman and Wonder Woman sent the cape that Batman last wore to the Batcave, and that was the one Nightwing was referencing.

"Do you know who did it?" Damian asked.

"Who else? Of course it’s a traveler from another dimension," Nightwing answered.

"Is there anything that you need our help with?" Damian offered.

"Not for now," Nightwing said. "How about your situation over there?"

"Oh... I’m not sure if things are good or bad," Damian said. "John Doe has gotten into a fight with the traveler who controls the stone plates. Looks like they are both people with superpowers and are difficult to deal with. Currently, we considering asking the Justice League for aid."

"Not until the last moment do we need to contact the other heroes," Nightwing said. "I will take care of Barbara and Alfred and come over as soon as I can to help. Before that... let them fight among themselves."

"Understood."

...

On the other side, the fight between Shiva and Feng Bujue had reached the climax.

"Humph... can you finally no longer maintain it?" Shiva sharply noticed that the red aura around Feng Bujue was disappearing. It meant that the continuous skill that was used to maintain his physical buff was ending.

"I’m not that cornered yet." Feng Bujue naturally knew that Shiva was referring to the Body Enhancement Spell. "But... I don’t think I even need that skill anymore."

"Is that so!" Shiva said and followed up with another set of fists.

"I have to thank you for the practice." Feng Bujue weaved out of the attack and spoke with ease. "It helped me get used to this new power in the shortest amount of time."

Suddenly, he skipped and moved to the back of his opponent. "Now I can keep up with this battle’s tempo, so I don’t need the aid from the skill’s buff anymore."

"New power?" Shiva laughed. "Humph... Laughable. You have not gained any new equipment, you didn’t gain a new skill, and you didn’t take any buff potions. So, what have you gained in this battle?"

He turned with a roundhouse kick. "Are you going to tell me you have gained an epiphany in some ancient kung fu during the battle?"

"You might not understand it anyway." Feng Bujue leaned slightly to the side and used an almost pitiable gaze to look at the leg that flew past him. "When you return to the log-in lobby, you’ll have plenty of time to think about it."

He grabbed Shiva’s ankle, borrowed the inertia, and flung the man out toward the streetlight.

Shiva slammed into the lamp from behind and the thick iron rod snapped. Only he knew how painful that was. The only thankful thing was that he had braced himself before the impact, and he had armor that protected his torso, so his spine did not break.

So, this is Soul’s Eye, Feng Bujue thought. He had a complicated feeling. He felt like he had wasted his previous twenty-eight levels. If I’d known this earlier, perhaps I can even have killed the GM...

"You..." Shiva stood up, and six plates gathered around him. Without realizing it, he turned defensive. "You’re not the hidden player who is ranked fourth, right?"

"Nope," Feng Bujue answered matter-of-factly and took a step forward. Shiva naturally would not wait for death. The six plates all fired, and eighteen lasers formed a large net to surround Feng Bujue.

"I’ll let you see something interesting," Feng Bujue said as he ran toward the light and leaped forward. In seconds, the sound of clanging appeared, and many lights exploded around Feng Bujue. Shiva could not even see what the man had done. In his eyes, only Brother Jue’s arms could be seen barely. Facing the eighteen lasers, Feng Bujue used some kind of skill and unleashed this lightshow. After the wave of attacks ended, Shiva only saw that Feng Bujue had a glowing Death Poker between his second and third fingers on each hand.

"You used two cards to disperse the lasers of Heavenly Hourglass?" Shiva gasped.

"Does it not make sense?" Feng Bujue asked. "Actually, you can also do that. In terms of speed, the current me is only forty percent of your speed."

"That’s not true..." Shiva obviously did not believe that.

"It’s normal for you to not believe me, but... imagine this." Feng Bujue smiled. "Assuming the system can perfectly duplicate this laser attack, and you have ten chances to repeat what I have done. Do you think you will have a better success rate?"

Shiva was baffled. "I need more than ten times."

"That might be true, but how about one hundred times? One thousand times?" Feng Bujue asked. "Theoretically speaking, as long as your body can keep up, then after many tries, you will eventually succeed."

"That is because, in repetition, my familiarity with the attack will increase. I will slowly remember the angle and timing of the lasers and get used to their speed. Even so, to succeed, you will need some luck." Shiva followed Brother Jue’s analysis. "But you managed to do it on your first try. How do you explain that?"

"First, you have to see this from the perspective of probability. Zero means that it will not happen, and one means it will happen, and when it’s greater than zero and less than one, just like what I did earlier..." Feng Bujue said. "Even if the event has an exceptionally low probability, after multiple repetitions of the random event, the odds of success tend to one."

He paused to point at his temple.

"What I did was merely simulate tens of thousands of trials in my mind."

"I shouldn’t have asked you for an explanation." Shiva groaned. "This is getting more and more preposterous..."

"You still don’t understand it? This kind of calculation happens in a moment. The human brain is better than all the computers in the world." Feng Bujue opened his arms and swept his surroundings. "Don’t forget, we are inside a virtual world, and we are just data. I also only just realized... how strange the photon computer of Thriller Paradise is... This game has broken through some kind of limitation. It is different from other mentally-connected games. The system not only does not limit our brain. Instead, it instigates and tries to expand it."

"You’ve seen too many movies," Shiva said. He did not mind chatting with the man since he was now at a disadvantage. He could use this opening to think of a solution and wait for the stone plates to cooldown.

"Sigh... Certain revelations have to occur naturally. No matter how others try to explain it, it cannot be passed on," Feng Bujue said. "Put it this way. At this moment, the distance between us is not between pure strength but on the level of different realms."

"Are you trying to tell me... in your eyes, the world is composed of green data and you can fly?" Shiva mocked.

"This is just the beginning." Feng Bujue took in the mockery and replied seriously. "Flying is just a matter of time."

"I suggest you get offline and go for a mental check-up..." This time, Shiva really thought that something was wrong with the man.

"Don’t need to. I did that months ago, and there’s no big problem," Feng Bujue replied. He was telling the truth. When he was at the hospital due to his strange illness, he had done all the checks available.

"No big problem... means you still have a problem..." Shiva’s Terror Points wavered again.

"That doesn’t have anything to do with you anyway. We’re not close friends," Feng Bujue said. "The boss of Brahman rambling about nonsense with me just to buy time, how shameful is that?"

He pointed out the man’s intention, but Shiva replied rather shamelessly, "Fine then, we’ll continue."

After all, his stone plates had finished the cooldown.

"Hmm... This is so boring." Feng Bujue yawned and shot forward. The current Brother Jue could predict the best movement in his mind before he made the move. With just a snap of his fingers, he could come up with the most accurate response. Therefore, the lasers were no obstacle. In fact, there was nothing Shiva could do. If not for his speed and strength advantage and wealth of fighting experience, it would have been over in an instant.

Feng Bujue, who had gotten used to Soul’s Eye, turned from defense to offense. With two cards, they shone like blades, and in less than ten moves, the throat was slit. Shiva gasped as blood squirted, and his Life Points plummeted. After another few rounds, he finally morphed into white light and was kicked out of the scenario.