The Collection of The End

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Gotham, Wayne Tower.

"Mr. Wayne, you made an appointment..."

The beautiful female secretary pushed open the door of the multi-functional conference hall and paused mid-sentence.

There were more than a dozen laptops placed on a long round table. Next to each computer was a man with orange goggles, his eyes closed, and a ferocious face. The computer operators were tapping the keyboard excitedly.

She was stunned for two seconds, then silently closed the door and exited, looking up at the nameplate on the door:

"...Is it a business conference room?"

So weird, take another look.

When she tried to push the door again, the conference room door opened by itself, and Mr. Wayne's old butler was standing there.

"Bruce's schedule today is all canceled or postponed," he said. "If you have to make up your own reasons."

"Oh..." The female secretary looked at the door of the conference room that was closed again, silently crossed out a few arrangements on the notepad in her hand, and then commented: "Mr. Wayne has a date with the cover girl. Today is the day off."

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"..."

After a Wayne Group technician took off his glasses, he looked around blankly, then slammed his fist on the conference table:

"Damn it! Damn 'Cold Valley Bordeaux'! I'm just a little bit closer! Just a little bit!"

"Everyone says so," the doctor who took off his glasses replied calmly: "Luckily, half of the people who came to 'Hero Guda' didn't make it."

"So my progress is still relatively behind? Then why was I kicked out?" The technician looked confused.

"That is determined based on the number of deaths," the doctor replied while checking the glasses: "When it is judged that if you continue to play, your mental strength will not be enough to stay awake after the next 'death', these glasses will change the game Stop, okay, go fill in the experience report and estimate the prospects of this game."

"Prospects?" The technician frowned: "We only play this game when we have a mission. I don't think ordinary people in Gotham would be interested in this kind of...'moved grass' game."

"..." The doctor stared at him with an expression that said, "Do you want to listen to what you said?"

"Okay," the technician retracted the hand that had just hammered the table: "I admit that it has a certain appeal, but it is still too exciting for ordinary people, especially the frustration that far exceeds other games."

"Then write these things in," the doctor said, holding his glasses and walking away: "Mr. Wayne is the one who makes the decision, not us."

"Oh..." The technician scratched his head and looked around.

"Hey! I just heard, you said you hit 'Bordeaux in the Cold Valley'," his friend came over and said, "I really envy you, I haven't even passed the 'Hero Guda'."

"That big guy is actually very simple. After all, the movements are regular and the stiffness is very strong. One set of moves can't kill a person." The technician began to show off: "But the big dog is too annoying. He can use one set of skills in seconds." It’s a set, but before I had time to figure it all out, I ran out of deaths.”

"Oh...that means you haven't entered the second stage yet?" the friend said, nodding his chin.

"What did you say?"

"In the second stage, when you beat 'Bordeaux of the Cold Valley' to half health, there will be three monsters that are exactly like it, but smaller, called 'Battle Knights' and join the battle. You have to kill them all at the same time. Four,” the friend shrugged: “Almost all testers are stuck here now.”

"The game designer must be sick!"

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Bruce Wayne took off his glasses on his own, folded his hands under his chin, and fell into deep thought.

"Master, do you need medical services? Maybe, a plate of cookies?" Alfred asked with concern.

"No, thank you, Afu." Bruce shook his head and looked at Joe Cole, who was eating melon seeds boredly in front of him: "I think there is something wrong with the difficulty design of your game."

"Oh? Really? Where?" Qiao Cole threw a melon seed into his mouth without any surprise.

"The 'Abyss Watcher Legion' has to fight a hundred French undead troops at the same time, which is too difficult for the early game."

"You're going the wrong way. You should fight the 'Crystalized Elders Group' and the 'Netherworld Bishop's Army' first," Joe Cole ate the melon seeds: "They will train your ability to deal with multiple targets, and the dropped items and equipment can also It works a little bit, but there are a lot of puzzles and traps there.”

“I thought ‘Curse Forest’ was already a warm-up for group battles.”

"No, that just provides a way to strengthen equipment."

The other testers all looked like they were listening to the book.

"What are they talking about? Is it what's behind it?"

"As expected of Mr. Wayne, his gaming skills are even better than ours."

"This is no longer a problem of game technology, it's a matter of IQ. Thank you."

"Otherwise, do you think that the richest man in Gotham is living in vain?"

Bruce didn't seem to like being judged, and after a brief chat with Joe Cole, he announced that the internal beta test of the game was a complete success, and that the public beta and operation would be officially launched in the near future, and the "Full Stealth" glasses would also be launched simultaneously.

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"With all due respect, Master, this is a crazy game developed by a madman. I personally think it has no profit potential, and normal Gotham citizens will not play it." Alfred said after everyone left.

"What if my purpose was not to make a profit?" Bruce replied.

"What do you say?" Alfred followed suit.

"You said it yourself, he is a madman, so how does a madman come up with such a game? With his crazy imagination?"

Bruce stood up and looked outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room:

"I suspect that the content of this game, like those of 'Mutant Batman', comes from 'outside the world'."

"You want to?"

"Obtain the power and methods to fight against 'enemies from outside the world' from outside the world," Bruce nodded: "Maybe the clown added a little bit of material in it, but the whole thing is still of great reference value."

"But it's still the problem at the beginning," Alfred shook his head: "It's too difficult, and almost no one will take the initiative to play it, no matter how amazing the 'complete stealth' technology is."

"It doesn't make sense for ordinary people to get 'knowledge outside the world' from it. They can't apply that knowledge to fight against 'enemies outside the world.' My target users were not them from the beginning," Bruce's eyes swept over because It's daytime, and Gotham looks extremely normal: "'Dark Soul' should of course be conquered by 'Dark Soul'."

"What is the specific method?" Alfred was slightly interested: "Let Arkham Asylum have another labor project?"

"No, I will play a game of 'one, wooden man' with them," Bruce tried to curl his lips, but failed because he was talking about Batman-related things: "In the next period of time, I, and everyone The 'Mutant Batman' will not take action against 'anyone' who is in a 'game state'."