What Can I Do if I Travel to Fgo? I'm Desperate Too

Even learning ninjutsu in Japan, practicing patience in India, reading martial arts secret books in Tibet...

In fact, that was just talk, even if the body remembered the movement, the subconscious reaction was still half a beat behind.

Just like today, he just wanted to save the little gangster who swung a knife at him, but in the end he was cut by the knife on his shoulder.And was brought into the crowd by the other party, causing confusion and even almost being arrested by the police.

This is not allowed!

Bruce Wayne, a playboy who just returned to Gotham, can't bear too many dark secrets. This playboy only needs to maintain his superficial wealth and heart.

The power needed to change the city can only be carried out by an anonymous man.

"You got hurt and you wrecked that Lamborghini you just bought."

"Fiya? Sorry, I seem to have hit your snow wolf too."

"I won't blame you, but you've bled all over the house, Alfred may have a headache for a while when he comes back."

"...Feel sorry."

"Do you want me to heal the wound for you? Even if you have learned Qi, it doesn't mean that you can use it in healing. You never like things that are too convenient."

The blue-haired girl was treating the wound on the man's body. Although it wasn't serious, it would get worse if left alone.

Besides, since this man started ten years ago, he has been no different from treating himself as a human being.

"Fia..."

"What about Bruce?"

The girl raised her head and looked at the boy in front of her who had just turned full.That face, which should have been delicate, was covered with scars from the sun and rain, and it looked like he had aged at least five years.Doesn't look like an energetic young man at all~

"Have I been away from Gotham for too long?"

"Five years...you spent two years in Japan, one year in Hong Kong, one year in India, and one year in Tibet. You have five years of knowledge and you still haven't fully grasped it."

"And experience, right?"

"Even if your head turns quickly, I thought you only had martial arts in your head." Fei Ya shrugged: "There is a tree and a wall in the manor, you broke it this morning, right?" .”

"sorry..."

He didn't know how to agree to the girl's words, because the damage was indeed caused by himself.

Perhaps because of his years of practice, he didn't hold back much from damage to items.But this is not right, if it is said that his attacks are merciless in front of people, then it is very likely that he will be killed by himself simply relying on the endurance of the human body.

You must know that Bruce's own height of 1.9 meters [-], coupled with the explosive strength of his muscles, is definitely not something an ordinary person can bear.

"Okay, the treatment is almost done, and the rest is for the body to heal itself."

The energetic girl showed a victorious expression, and the wound on Bruce Wayne's shoulder left only white skin. This miraculous treatment was nothing more than the application of magic.Not something to adore, but at least something to be thankful for.

Even if Bruce Wayne has an innate rejection of magic~

"call..."

Taking a deep breath, Bruce Wayne has been suppressing himself during the treatment just now.In the final analysis, is it the distrust of magic, or the distrust of girls?This kind of closed spirit that seems to be vigilant against all people in the world is really difficult for people to intervene.

Even though the girl has known her for more than ten years, the other party still regards the girl as an outsider.

Well, actually even Alfred has his moments of mistrust.

Therefore, the girl didn't feel anything strange, after all, the rich man in front of her lacked a sense of security.

"I'm going to deal with the corridor first. If Alfred takes care of your blood stains, it seems that it will take a day."

The girl waved her hand, also manipulating Bruce's incomprehensible power to suck up the blood stained on the carpet.The blood was forming a blood cell in her hand, making people very concerned about where she would throw the blood after all the blood was collected?

Stop thinking about those things...

Bruce looked across the room at the statue of his father, Thomas Wayne.

He looked straight into the eyes of the statue, as if he could see his father's once resolute face in it.

He's been waiting, he's been patient...

But what exactly should he do?Only then can this Gotham become better!

He has learned to master fear outside, but how can he make other people fear? !

Before I knew it, night had fallen.

Bruce, who was sitting in the hall and recovering his strength, thought that perhaps Alfred would come to take him to dinner soon.

But he was still thinking about how to let his fear sweep the city and bring a little vigilance to the dirty dignitaries.

He has been waiting for ten years!Ten years ago, his life seemed to have lost its meaning!

The gunfire in the sinful street became his nightmare every night, and the figures of his parents lying in a pool of blood kept reappearing every night.Sometimes even when he went to the grave of his parents, all he saw was the coffin soaked in blood.

He once longed for death, but he struggled to survive.

It was as if his dead parents had been supporting him...

Then...Accompanied by Bruce Wayne's contemplation, a crisp cracking sound came from the window.

The large glass with a height of more than three meters was broken by a bat, and the sky was scattered with glittering glass shards, and the bat that shattered the glass also let out a piercing howl and rushed towards the statue of Thomas!

Crackling~ bang bang bang bang~~~

"Haha...heh...heh..." Bruce's breath rose rapidly, it was a bat!What was printed in his eyes was the figure of a bat!That was the fear that surfaced in him every day and night!He still remembers the fear when he ran out of fear at the funeral of his parents, but accidentally fell into the old cave of the family, and was attacked by thousands of bats.

Sitting in the center of the room with broken windows, Bruce, who was leaning against the sofa chair, stared blankly at the bat, and the bat that was on the statue was also watching him.

"Yeah—!"

The bat stood upright on the statue of Thomas, looking at Bruce in front of him like a scourge.

It was mocking him, and mocking him.

Why do you want to get rid of him when you clearly know the fear?What you fear will only find you slowly~

"Yeah—!"

The noise of the bat seemed to bring back Bruce's thoughts. He condensed his expression and looked at the statue and the bat in front of him with an unquestionable tone: "Yes, father!"

He has made a decision!

.......

In the silent room, there was only one dull bat left. It seemed that it hadn't understood to leave the room it had entered by mistake.

The owner here has left, but it has been left behind...

"Poor little guy, although you are the singularity, you are also the cause of all this. But I can only say that your luck is not very good..."

At some point in the room, the girl with long blue hair sighed while holding the broom, and then she also cleaned up the broken glass pieces in the room.

Never looked at that bat again...

It's no longer necessary~

Because the moment the girl entered the room, the sluggish bat and a white owl were nailed to the statue!The owl knocked on the bat's forehead with its sharp beak!

It's a pity that this kind of thing is something that bats won't notice...

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I used to always wonder, why me?

What do I live for?This problem has bothered me for a long time...

【Your account has received a transfer of 200000$】

The man who put on the mask exhaled, and he can start working~

He thought about thinking that all this was karma, and he must have done it for something.

But in the end, when everything was over, when he was tired of everything, tired of this question that had no fucking answer!He only said one thing to himself~

Go fuck!Even if that answer does exist.

At the beginning of life, there is always a lot to learn.

And there are some things that cannot be avoided in a lifetime, such as the money that hospitals and schools charge.

No one cares if you can bear it~

Crackling~ The sound of glass breaking, and the sound of arguing came from my ears.

The woman's cursing was mixed with the man's cursing.

But those are just hallucinations...

He had fantasized more than once, if his father was not poor, how would his fate be different?What will all this look like?What will happen to us?What kind of place will we live in.

But that's a thing of the past...

On that day, his father found a job and celebrated the future with his mother.

And his younger sister was sticking to the door listening to her parents, thinking about whether she could live better in the future.

And himself?Sorry, he was just watching silently with the book in his hand at the farthest distance from the door.

It was as if God had a consciousness and wanted him to stay away from the gate.

That's how I am, fantasizing about world after world.A virtual world...

Parents are still arguing about their livelihood, but the two bloody drug dealers in the next room are still licking their saliva and counting the money they don't know where they made it.

Next door to the next door, the gangsters who were waiting for the two drug dealers to count the mountains of banknotes were impatient. They held two large-caliber submachine guns in their hands and were ready to break into the door at any time.Can beat the two idiots counting money into a sieve at any time...

In fact, just when I was about to talk about this matter, they went to meet Hades amidst all the banknotes.

Why am I lying in bed at this time?Why am I not in the kitchen at this time?Why was I still reading a poor-quality thick novel that I have read countless times?Why didn't I fight with my sister?Maybe she'll get away with it...

The police said that the murderer fired more than 60 bullets, sixty bullets!There were TMD23 rounds that went through the wall and fell into my house.Twelve of them penetrated my family members, but... none of them hit me.

The almost dreamlike story was finally staged.

It's just that the beginning and resolution of this story have become money and death...

This is my life story.

In the next few years, I took on a lot of 'jobs'.

You'd be amazed at what a goal can do for a child.

The hungry and cold art student lost his coins, picked up a pistol, and started his life creation.