What bad intentions could Batman have?.

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Rudy Jones presses his hand against the masonry exterior wall. After leaving the military base, he walked several kilometers in the wilderness before finding a gas station on this asphalt road.

His skin was purple under the cover of his sleeves.

With his other hand he was holding a half-dead figure... more like a mummy than a human being.

"The gas station attendant knew Portuguese because he had spent time in Rio de Janeiro as a child."

The fat man who once loved donuts thought silently.

"I can speak Portuguese now."

“I don’t know if it will be a permanent trait or if it will fade like a photo left in the sun too long…”

"Hey, how do you speak Portuguese?"

The parasitic demon only felt hungrier, as the chemical energy he had just absorbed was completely lost in his body.

He felt like a balloon with a hole in it, sucking in and leaking at the same time, like Sisyphus pushing a boulder, and could never reach the reality of being full.

"The owner of the convertible was wearing expensive shoes. He was filling up his tank at a gas station, his mind was sluggish from drug addiction, and he had no features worth mentioning."

He patted his head, then returned to the gas station, and stuffed the two people who had been sucked like mummies into a cabinet next to them.

He heard the drug dealer who came to refuel let out a weak howl. Fortunately, he didn't kill anyone.

He is not a murderer!

Then Rudy Jones subconsciously reached out and completely took away the last bit of his life before he could react.

Well, now he's a murderer.

Gan.

He left the gas station, holding on to the wall.

"Energy... new energy. My go-to remedy."

"Emptiness, longing, acquisition, all reincarnate again and again. Over and over again."

"I think that's a good thing and a bad thing," Rudy thought.

He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

The sun shines through the gaps between the buildings and onto his face. Rudy lowered his head and looked at the glass next to him, which reflected a blurry and emaciated figure.

His face was as blurry as if it was melting, disappearing into the dust and smoke, and no one could remember it.

"I...feel weird. I'm different. I've absorbed other people, I'm not human anymore."

“What happens to my job?”

"What should I do with my attendance, last-place elimination, overtime, and the $100 bonus for the best employee?"

"And my sister..."

The thought of this made Rudy Jones very anxious, and once he started to get anxious... he wanted to eat.

"I have to find something to eat. There... there's something there, it smells really good!"

He sensed...in a roughly vague direction, a condensed and huge energy was stored in the bodies of several people.

I want to eat!

This fragrance actually spreads so far!

"No! No! You can't eat any more. Do you know what you are doing? You are committing murder!"

The parasitic demon repeatedly warned himself through hypnosis.

"You still have a car loan, a mortgage, medical insurance to pay, and rent - you can't become a murderer!"

But soon, hunger swallowed up the last bit of his sanity.

The hungry parasitic demon left the empty gas station and continued running wildly on the dusty road. Due to hunger, he tore off all his clothes in an attempt to absorb more solar energy.

In the past, he had thought that if he could survive by photosynthesis, he wouldn't have to eat so much every day to turn himself into an ugly fat man.

But only after he truly gained the superpower to obtain energy through photosynthesis did he discover...

What doesn’t starve you to death will only make you hungrier.

"food--"

He jumped up like a dexterous ape. His body, as thin and long as a bamboo pole, made a big hole in the ground with one kick. Under the reaction force, he popped up like a cannonball and flew out in a few vertical leaps. Several hundred meters away.

Times have completely changed. In the past, the upper limit of personal power that humans could see was super martial arts masters like Batman, Shiva, and Bane who could fight against the army on their own.

And now... welcome to the age of superpower battles, world!

Finally, Rudy Jones saw the crowd. This is a small town that seems to be having a celebration. The adults played music, exchanged goods, and drank freely.

The children chased and played under the anxious calls of their mothers, creating a joyful and peaceful scene.

His conscience was in tears.

"No... we can't, they are all living people!"

The parasitic demon staggered forward, knowing that once he entered the town, he would begin to absorb the chemical energy of these living people uncontrollably.

By then, there may be piles of bones and rivers of blood - don't do that kind of thing!

But Rudy Jones ultimately couldn't resist his biological instincts.

His eyes flashed red, and in his open mouth, fangs stood up, and he secreted saliva unconsciously.

He held out his hand to the child.

He already knew what was going to happen next.

Soon, the now rosy, healthy and happy child would begin to wail, then stop after a few seconds.

And he will leave the opponent's body that has become a mummy and continue to look for the next victim.

Rudy Jones wanted to stop himself from committing such a murderous act, but he couldn't control himself at all. He couldn't even close his eyes unbearably.

"I'm already a monster."

He thought sadly: "I have been sweeping the floor for more than 10 years since I graduated from school. My heart is as broken as the dust on the ground."

"I'm cruel, I'm cold-blooded, I'm melancholic, I'm a complete monster, wuwu, I kill people without blinking an eye -"

His hand touched the child and he sucked hard.

——Then sucked a hand full of mud.

?

Ok?

The parasitic demon blinked, thinking he had made a mistake. He gnawed on the child's shoulder in disbelief, and then vomited it directly.

"Bah, bah, bah, what the hell?"

The next second, he saw the child turning his neck 180 degrees, his face melting into mud like liquid wax: "Uncle! Uncle! What kind of monster are you?"

The parasitic demon was a little confused by his question.

He raised his head and saw silence on the long street that had been extremely noisy just a moment ago.

Countless men, women and children turned their heads towards him, with strange lights flashing in their eyes.

They said in unison. The voices were scattered, layered, and echoed repeatedly, making people's hair stand on end:

"Uncle, uncle, what kind of monster are you?"

……

……

……

"Fire! Fire!"