[Comprehensive] Clown training game

Mr. J was thrown to the cold Gotham streets by the white light.

This damn place is like the set of a horror movie. Rats dare to walk in groups on the road majestically, making people feel that this is a dead city at all.Even Silent Hill back then couldn't bring such a thrilling feeling to Mr. J.

Well, maybe because last time, he was also one of the bosses of Silent Hill, and he was Alessa's comrade-in-arms.

The only thing that gave him some comfort was that the system was still operating as usual, and the rewards for the main and side quests had been settled.Escaping from Arkham's main storyline allowed him to directly upgrade to a level, adding a little power, and rewarding him with an item——

(Unawakened) Jack of Poker: An unremarkable Joker poker card, but who knows what will change?Intelligence +1

He also got experience +200 and silver coins +20 for the branch [-] where he helped the Harley Quinn escape from Arkham, and the branch mission [-] was only partly completed, detonating the dirty bomb was rejected by him, so he only gave [-] points experience.

His new attribute becomes——

My name: clown (unawakened)

My gender: male

My age: guess what?

My Level: Level 8 (110/1000)

My Strength: 14 (only brute force brats)

My intelligence: 9 (barely able to read)

My Magic: 1 (huh)

My defense: 13 (bare hands can't hurt you)

My madness: 13 (finally looks like a clown)

My skills: [Silence]: Silence, can be upgraded

My props: never-extinguishing lighter (magic power +1), deadly clown costume (power +1, wisdom +3, defense +10, madness +10), butterfly knife (power +2), unawakened playing card J (intelligence +1)

Just because he fought with Batman for a long time before (in fact, he was beaten unilaterally), he was not unable to walk, but his flesh was aching. It can be seen that this data panel is already quite beautiful for novices in the game. that's it.

When they arrived at the new place, the system also updated the map of the instance as smoothly as possible, and released side tasks of the instance.

"Welcome players to trigger a new copy: "Injustice League". The difficulty level of this copy is "Hell".

Hey, what is another week, a hot chicken game!

I am a new player who has just left the novice village and is less than tenth level. You actually opened a hell dungeon?And what the hell is that gloating, Pu Daxiben tone?

"Sub-quest [-]: Find Harley Quinn. Reminder: The Justice League is already the Injustice League, but your teammates are still your teammates."

Here comes the question, where is the Harley Quinn usually active?Would you like to visit Arkham?

For some reason, Mr. J has a bad premonition that if he continues to wander around the streets of Gotham in the fashion of the classic deadly clown, something bad will happen to him.

He picked a corner and hurriedly found an abandoned shop. He found a dirty and dusty jacket and put it on. He poured a bottle of expired hair dye on his head to dye his hair black. I found a pair of sunglasses to cover most of my face.

There was not even a single light in the street.He sighed, and took out the "indestructible lighter", followed by the faint light of the flame, and continued to grope forward.Ahead is an abandoned amusement park, wait, how come there are so many abandoned buildings in this city?

The facilities in the amusement park are all rusted, and they creak when blown by the wind, which makes people feel that there is no accident when they hit the ground the next moment.But in such a dilapidated place, there were no traces of rats or cockroaches.

Interesting, Mr. J hooked his lips.

Since his intelligence attribute reached 9, not only the speed of thinking about problems has become faster, but even his reaction ability and perception have been improved.Just like at this moment, when he looked around the amusement park, he faintly felt that something was wrong.

The weather was a little cold, and he was wearing gloves, but his neck still felt cold.

Mr. J brought the lighter closer to him, bypassed several traps as if unintentionally, and came to a dilapidated circus tent.Then he stood there, motionless.

This is a time to compete who is more confident and more patient. Mr. J said that he was not in a hurry. Sure enough, after more than three minutes, the people inside couldn't help it. A boy as thin as a monkey rushed towards Mr. J with a sharpened metal piece.

He lifted the "little monkey" up without any hassle, and the latter kicked his feet wildly, but he refused to shout, as if he was afraid of something.

And the tent behind him moved again, revealing a few pitiful little faces.One, two, three, four... There were actually five little radishes hiding inside. The oldest of them was only about six years old, and they even held a one or two-year-old baby in their hands with a gray paste hanging from their mouths.

... street children?What the hell is going on in this city?

Mr. J put down the ten-year-old boy in his hand, but the latter didn't appreciate it at all. As soon as he raised his dirty arm, he cut Mr. J's arm with a metal piece. If it wasn't for the purple gloves blocking it, he would have been ripped apart. bleeding.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, shrugged his shoulders facing the fierce little boy who was like a trapped beast, and said, "I'm here to find someone, don't be afraid, I just ask you something."

"Go away!" said the boy aggressively.

Mr. J stretched out his hand to him, his strength value reached 13, he may still be held down and beaten violently against Batman, but it is still easy to deal with a few children.

The boy flinched, but still bravely stood in front of the little radishes.

Mr. J smiled approvingly, stroked his fried auburn hair tenderly, and stopped embarrassing him.Instead, he opened the Silent Hill store, bought two packs of crushed dry bread, and handed them over.

"Be careful yourself." He said softly, "Also, the trap at the door is too obvious, the whole city is full of cockroaches and mice crawling, it is impossible that only those few places are so clean."

"I put rubbish on it!" the boy retorted.

"That's why it's more obvious. Under what circumstances, the garbage is thrown so...concentrated?" Mr. J said helplessly: "By the way, as a thank you gift for the food, at least tell me how to get out of Arkham?"

"What are you going to do there?" The boy frowned. "There are no living people there, and there are corpses everywhere that have not been cleaned up. They were all stinky before, and now they are probably dried to the bone."

Mr. J: ...How cruel is this dungeon?

"Don't worry about adults' affairs, children." He sighed.

The boy snorted: "I think you look like a character, but your personality is so innocent. Who gave you the courage to dare to come to Gotham? How dare you go to Arkham, be careful of being deceived until you have no bones left .”

This little boy really "talks". Mr. J twitched the corners of his mouth, but he could hear a trace of concern and exhortation from the curse-like words.It makes people feel warmer in this terrifying and cold city, but let the child tell him...

Mr. J shook his head and said, "You just need to show me the way. I must find someone." Since the system asked him to find Harley Quinn, his teammate must be alive.

The boy hugged the bread in his arms, pointed to a place, and said, "This road goes straight down."

"I'm afraid it will take me all night." A sarcastic voice sounded, making everyone in the tent jump up in fright.Everyone turned their heads, and at some point, there was a man standing at the door with a scar on the corner of his eye and a mustache, looking extremely fierce.

The boy gripped the metal piece again and stepped back.

Mr. J was not afraid. He stared at the man's dark brown eyes and greeted politely: "Do you know how to get to Arkham?"

The man sneered: "I'm a regular visitor there, once."

He looked a little tired, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and even his black hair had a few strands of white between them.He leaned on the tent, yawned, and said, "What do you want to do in Arkham? That brat is right. Except for the dead, there are only ghosts left there. Looking for someone, are you looking for ghosts?" ?”

"Is the characteristic of your speech here is that you are always teasing people?" Mr. J dissatisfied, "You ask so many questions, are you going to take me to Arkham?"

The man moved closer to him, so close that he could even breathe in his face. Mr. J hurriedly backed away, the powder on his face could not be seen carefully, and the sunglasses only used the night light to slightly cover the clown's personality.

This brother almost blew up the powder on his face.

"Yes." The other party's brown eyes were dim, "How much do you pay?"

There is no money. I was lucky enough to find the molten gold ring in Silent Hill before.But when it comes to money, are those gold and silver coins virtual, or can they be taken out...

Then he took a silver coin from his pocket, which glistened in the moonlight.

You can really take it out and make a fortune. Although pure silver is worthless, pure gold is valuable. If you do more side missions and exchange the gold coins you get for US dollars, you can also take your teammates to the free world.

The man took the silver coin from his hands and turned it over and over again, as if sure it was genuine.

Then, he laughed, his scarred face twisted a little, and he said, "It's too few, give me two more, and I'll take you there. If you can get ten of them, who do you want, I will Inquire for you."

Mr. J raised his eyebrows and asked, "I haven't asked, who are you?"

"Blair Watson, but everyone calls me 'Scar', you see, it's obvious." He pointed to the scar on his face, and laughed again: "Then, who are you?"