American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

In one night, Naegi learned a lot of things, such as:

'Mr. Big' is actually not that big. Quite the contrary. The so-called 'Mr. Big' is a dwarf who is less than one meter tall.

Rorschach was indeed the person that those gangsters feared the most. In last night's operation, he almost completely wiped out an entire gang.

On the streets, there is one more legend about Rorschach, and in the Los Angeles Police Department, there is a file on Rorschach's crimes.

I'm afraid... there will be a few more pages to come.

However, this has nothing to do with Miaomu anymore.

He is now in a cemetery on the outskirts of downtown Los Angeles, wearing a dark green canvas jacket, with a shovel on his shoulder, searching for something among a pile of tombstones.

Following the feeling in his heart, Miaomu walked far away from the cemetery and found a broken tombstone in a pine forest. It was very desolate here and no one would pay attention to it.

Miaomu raised his head and looked around, then reached out and touched the golden hexagram hanging around his neck, and scanned it with his Eye of True Vision.

He didn't want what happened last night to happen again. Someone was standing behind him without him knowing. That felt terrible.

Miaomu picked up the shovel and dug the soil under the tombstone twice to confirm the feeling in his heart. It was indeed here, right under the tombstone.

"Do I...want to disturb the rest of the dead just to become stronger? Yes! That's who I am!"

Miaomu laughed as he answered his own question, picked up the shovel, and in a few strokes, he dug up the tombstone, pulled it up and put it aside.

With a clang, the shovel hit something. Miaomu squatted down and reached out to dig the soil below. It was a coffin...

I don’t know when it was buried, but the surface still looks like new, and it is tied with a rusty iron chain.

It looked like something untouchable in those ghost stories, but... Miaomu simply swung the shovel and cut the chain like he was chopping wood.

Even if there is a vampire inside today, he has to lift it up and take a look!

After digging out the coffin, Miaomu pulled out his pistol, held the gun in one hand, touched the coffin lid with the other, and let out a breath gently.

With a click, he lifted the lid of the coffin and pointed the barrel of the M500 revolver in his hand inside.

This pistol blew at least four people's heads off last night.

Nothing happened, just a faint musty smell, like the smell of clothes that have been left for a long time.

There were no zombies crawling out of coffins, no flying bats, or wailing ghosts.

It was very quiet, so quiet that even Miaomu was a little uncomfortable.

Miao Mu raised his hand and slapped himself, saying indignantly: "Isn't it good to be calm? How fucking mean!"

Miaomu turned his head and looked around again. Although he could see everything around him with the effect of the True Eye, he still wanted to confirm it with his own eyes.

Then the museum opened and we touched the corpses!

Although there was no body in the coffin, there were only a few things, a hooded robe of unknown material, a few bottles, and a thick book.

Miaomu reached out and picked up the book. As soon as he opened his hand, he exclaimed in shock.

[Alchemical Code: Records everything about a great alchemist. Turning stone into gold is not a legend, and even God is not an uncreatable being.]

"Ah..." Miaogi opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a long time. Is this the legendary heresy?

If it were the Dark Ages, with this introduction, he would definitely be tied to the stake and set on fire to become a bird roaster.

But... God? Miao Mu suddenly remembered that the God gold coin he dug out last night might also have been created by him, right?

Thinking of this, Miao Mu quickly opened the alchemy code and flipped through six or seven pages before discovering...

Damn it, he can’t understand the words above!

It's crooked, it's neither English nor Chinese, and it doesn't even look like the internationally used languages. It's a bit like a minority language.

But there were pictures on it, and Naegi flipped back and saw pictures of God's gold coins on the last few pages.

The front is an angel with wings, and the back is half angel, half devil.

This... Miao Mu licked his dry lips. Is this what he would do if he understood the above...

Can I make this kind of gold coin myself?

Damn, let's work at full capacity to make a money printing machine... Hehehe, Miaomu started laughing as he thought about it. Although it was a bit far-fetched, it didn't stop him from being happy.

All the frustration from last night was swept away, and Miaomu now felt as comfortable as drinking a bowl of cool water on a hot day!

He feels so comfortable that he wants to hum a song now.

Holding the Alchemical Codex in his arms, Naegi looked into the coffin again. This book was so awesome, and the other things...

Naegi quickly reached out and grabbed the cloak.

[Phantom Cloak: Alchemical item, a cloak made of N metal that can offset magic attacks and gravity, allowing for short-term flight. The cloak can transform into a human figure and move quickly.]

"……nice one!"

Miao Mu picked up the gray cloak. It looked very ordinary from the outside, but it was made of N metal inside, which was really awesome.

N metal is also known as the ninth metal, which is the highest-ranked extraordinary material in the DC universe. It is a dark metal full of dark energy.

The ranking of this extraordinary material is not in reverse order, but in ascending order.

The tenth ranked metal is X-metal, a metal that can create the universe. It is full of infinite possibilities. It has been used to create the universe, the mother box, and Batman's ultimate armor in the sixth dimension.

The property of Nth metal is to subvert all laws of physics and magic, and it can also enhance the user's own abilities and heal injuries.

Even pure N metal can make people immortal.

Moreover, in the DC universe, many superheroes' equipment is made of Nth metal. Batman has collected several pieces of Nth metal to fight against supernatural creatures.

However, this cloak does not have so many functions. Miaomu took a look at it and thought that it was probably a problem of the material. Compared with those things made of whole pieces of N metal.

The N metal used in this cloak was made into thin wires, and many runes were rusted into the cloak. There might not be enough materials to enchant the cloak again.

Moreover, there is really not much of this metal in the main universe...

But no matter what, Miaomu was still very happy.

This thing is a magical weapon. At least before the version update, Miaomu could directly compete with those mages head-on.

Miaomu didn't know what it felt like to have a mercury knife at the beginning of the game, but he could already imagine those fireball mages being killed by him on the spot.

Miaomu picked up the bottles again. Uh... maybe because it has been too long, these things seem to have lost their effectiveness?

Miaomu picked up the bottles, looked at the turbid liquid inside, shook them a little, and took them all away!

Even if it becomes ineffective, you can keep it and take it home to water the flowers!

Miaomu was like a stingy local tycoon. He was about to leave with the things in his arms, but after taking a few steps, he ran back and picked up the coffin.

This thing is at least 70 or 80 years old, or even hundreds of years old, and its appearance hasn't changed at all... What a great thing!

Miaomu wore a cloak, carried a coffin, and ran out happily, with the corners of his mouth grinning to the back of his head.

Shortly after he left, a guy in a suit and looking a little lazy came over with a cigarette in his mouth. He stood in front of the pit and looked at the broken tombstone.

The person who came was none other than John Kontinstein, who was regarded as a jinx by Miao Mu. He had no other intentions, he just wanted to borrow something from Miao Mu, as for when to return it...

Kondinstein never repaid anything except favors, and the favors... were repaid after his friend died, and he avenged him. As for why his friend died...

That's quite embarrassing to say, it's 100% because of that unlucky guy, Kondinstein.

"Huh... isn't this guy a bit weird?"

Kondinstein tilted his head, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, turned the tombstone over, and rubbed it with his fingers stained with magic.

On the broken tombstone, an ancient text appeared intermittently, ignoring... lost... final tomb...

"Is this... hidden magic?" Constantinstein became interested. Anyone who could use this kind of magic was definitely not a small character.

But looking at the empty pit, Kondinstein smacked his lips, took out another cigarette and started smoking.

The doctor told him that he had lung cancer and should smoke less. He has already reduced his cigarettes to three packs a day, which is really hard.

However, Kondinstein still had some doubts. The guy just now was called Miaomu, a Chinese boy...

I didn't detect any magical fluctuations from him, so he shouldn't be a magician, but... the pendant in his hand is definitely a good thing, maybe even a fake artifact.

Just one glance and Kondinstein was tempted. It was too difficult to find a magic accessory with magical effects these days, and he only had a keychain on him.

It is the holy pattern key corresponding to the twelve devil kings of hell, and has the effect of dispelling demons. The other items on him can only be said to have a restraining effect on demons, sneaks, and other supernatural creatures due to their materials.

There are no enchantments or other special effects.

No... I have to find a way to "borrow" it and study it, Kondinstein nodded secretly.

The only problem was that Naegi was too alert. He drew his gun as soon as he heard his name, and there was no way to continue the conversation. His tongue, which could fool the devil, was useless.

Gotta find a way...

Kondinstein suddenly remembered the Beetle and grinned. The backup plan he had left at that time was still useful.