"Sage, can you hear me? Sage?" Damian shouted into the communicator several times, but there was no response from the other end. He wondered, *Is my communicator malfunctioning?*

"Damian." Suddenly, Nightwing's voice came through.

"Hey, what's going on, Dick? Where's Sage?" Damian asked.

"Someone attacked the Batcave," Nightwing replied.

"What!" Not only Damian, but the attendant next to him who heard this was also shocked.

"Don't worry, Sage and Alfred are both fine, just tied up," Nightwing said.

"What about the Batcave? How much damage?" Damian asked.

Nightwing hesitated for a few seconds before replying, "From what I can see, they haven't caused much damage. My instruments haven't detected any bombs or listening devices either." He paused, his tone a bit strange, and continued, "But... the person stole an entire Batsuit, and... Bruce's cape (Superman and Wonder Woman returned the cape that Batman was wearing when he died with Darkseid, and Nightwing is referring to this cape)."

"Do we know who did it?" Damian asked.

"Who else could it be? An interdimensional traveler, of course," Nightwing replied.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Damian asked.

"Not for now," Nightwing said. "What's the situation on your end?"

"Oh... our situation here is hard to say if it's a good thing," Damian replied. "The Nameless One is fighting the interdimensional traveler who controls the stone discs." He drawled out the end of the sentence, "They both seem to be superpowered criminals, and they're hard to deal with. We're considering calling in the Justice League for support."

"Unless it's absolutely necessary, don't call in any other heroes," Nightwing said. "I'll settle Barbara and Alfred down, then come help you as soon as I can. Until then... let them fight."

"Understood."

***

On the other side, Shiva and Feng Bujue's deadly battle had entered a fever pitch.

"Hmph... finally can't maintain it, huh?" Shiva keenly noticed the faint red aura around Feng Bujue's body disappear, indicating that his sustained skill to boost his physical attributes had stopped.

"It hasn't reached the point where it absolutely had to stop," Feng Bujue naturally knew Shiva was referring to the Spirit Consciousness Convergence Technique, and he smiled, "It's just... I don't think it's necessary to use this move anymore."

"Is that so!" Shiva said, launching another series of attacks.

"I have to thank you for your high-intensity, continuous attacks," Feng Bujue said calmly as he dodged and retreated. "It allowed me to adapt to this new ability in a very short time." As he spoke, he suddenly flashed and arrived behind his opponent. "Now I can keep up with the rhythm of this battle, even without the skill's assistance."

"New ability?" Shiva laughed. "Hmph... what a joke. You haven't acquired any equipment, you haven't gained any skills, and you haven't drunk any buff potions. What ability could you have gained in this fight?" He launched a turning side kick, sweeping backward. "Don't tell me you suddenly comprehended some martial arts secret technique while playing the game?"

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you," Feng Bujue said, slightly tilting his body and looking at the leg sweeping past him with an almost decadent gaze. "You can slowly ponder it after you return to the login space." He actually grabbed Shiva's ankle with one hand and, using the momentum of the other's kick, flung him toward a lamppost on the side of the street.

Bang—crack—

Shiva's back slammed into the lamppost, breaking the thick iron pole. Only he himself knew how much pain he was in. At the moment, his only consolation was that his posture during the impact was relatively proper, and the armor provided the most obvious protection for his torso, so his spine wasn't broken.

"So this is Soul Intent..." Feng Bujue thought to himself. His feelings were complex; he felt like he had wasted all those twenty-eight levels. "If I had comprehended this earlier, I might have been able to take down even the GMs..."

"You..." Shiva stood up again, the six stone discs gathering around him. He had unconsciously switched to a defensive stance. "You wouldn't happen to be the anonymous person ranked fourth on the combat power rankings, would you..."

"No," Feng Bujue answered the question with an indifferent expression and started walking forward.

How could Shiva sit still and wait for death? The six stone discs fired one after another, the eighteen beams of light interweaving into a large net and heading toward Feng Bujue.

"I'll show you something interesting..." Feng Bujue said, welcoming the barrage of light as he leaped forward.

In a few seconds, a series of clanging sounds rang out, and numerous brilliant explosions of light burst around Feng Bujue.

Shiva didn't see the opponent's movements clearly at all. In his vision, only afterimages of Jue-ge's arms remained visible as he responded.

Faced with the eighteen beams of light sweeping in, Feng Bujue used some unknown means to create a dazzling display of light and shadow.

When this wave of attacks was completely neutralized, Shiva could see that Feng Bujue was holding a glowing death poker card between the index and middle fingers of each hand.

"You used two cards to scatter the Heavenly Dance Hourglass's beams?" Shiva couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Unreasonable, isn't it?" Feng Bujue said. "Actually, you could do it too. In terms of speed, my current level is only about forty percent of yours."

"Nonsense..." Shiva obviously didn't believe it.

"It's normal that you don't believe it, but... please imagine," Feng Bujue smiled. "Suppose the system could perfectly reproduce this wave of light beam attacks, without the slightest difference, and you had ten chances to try the actions I just did." He paused for two seconds, giving the other person time to think. "Do you think your chances of success would increase at all?"

Shiva was slightly stunned. "Ten times is far from enough."

"That's right, ten times isn't enough, but what about a hundred times? A thousand times?" Feng Bujue said. "As long as, in theory, your physical attributes can support you in completing this set of actions, then, after a certain number of attempts, there will eventually be a successful example."

"That's because my proficiency in dealing with this set of attacks will increase in the process of repeated attempts. I will gradually remember the angle and timing of the light beams and adapt to their speed. Even so, some luck is still needed to succeed," Shiva followed Jue-ge's train of thought. "But you succeeded in one shot. How do you explain that?"

"First of all, you have to look at this problem from the perspective of probability. 0 represents an event not occurring, 1 represents an event occurring, and situations greater than 0 and less than 1 are like what I just did..." Feng Bujue replied. "According to the principle that small probability events are bound to occur - after random events are repeated countless times, any result with a non-zero probability of occurring will occur." He gently tapped his temple with one finger. "All I did was rehearse the process of hundreds or thousands of attempts in my mind."

"You might as well not have explained it," Shiva said. "The more you talk, the more outrageous it gets..."

"Still don't understand? This kind of calculation is just a matter of a moment. The human brain cannot be compared to any computer in the world," Feng Bujue spread out his hands and scanned his surroundings. "Don't forget, we're in a virtual world." He patted his chest. "Our characters are just data.

I only just realized... *Thriller Paradise's* light brain is very unusual...

This game has broken through some kind of boundary and is very different from other nerve-linked games. Instead of placing 'restrictions' on our brains, the system seems to be stimulating and developing them."

"You've watched too many movies..." Shiva replied, not minding chatting with the other person since he was currently at a disadvantage. He might as well use this gap to think of a countermeasure and let the stone discs' light beam attacks cool down again.

"Alas... some things can only be 'comprehended' on your own. Even if others explain it, it can't be taught," Feng Bujue sighed. "Let's put it this way: at this moment, the difference between you and me is not a difference in hard power, but a difference in 'realm'."

"Are you going to tell me that the world is just green lines of code in your eyes, and that you can fly?" Shiva retorted.

"This is just the beginning," Feng Bujue actually replied with a thoughtful and serious expression. "Flying is just a matter of time."

"I suggest you log off immediately and get a psychiatric evaluation..." Shiva really thought the other person had a problem.

"No need. I just had one a few months ago. Nothing major," Feng Bujue replied immediately. He was telling the truth. During his time in the hospital, because of his strange illness, he had almost every possible test done.

"Not major... so there is something, then..." Shiva's scare value fluctuated again.

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you. We're not that close," Feng Bujue said. "What kind of decorum is it for the leader of the gods to be chatting nonsense with me to stall for time?" He exposed the other person's intention with one sentence.

Shiva replied somewhat irritably, "Then let's do it again." Anyway, his stone discs had cooled down again.

"Hmph... how utterly boring." Feng Bujue snorted coldly, moved his feet, and rushed forward.

Now, Jue-ge could preset a set of the most vicious movements in his mind before acting. It took only a snap of his fingers, and he could implement them with precision.

Therefore, the obstruction of the light beams had become meaningless. In fact, Shiva's resistance was also futile. If it weren't for his considerable advantage in strength and speed and his extremely rich combat experience, he would have been finished within three moves.

Feng Bujue, who had adapted to Soul Intent, switched from defense to offense, wielding two cards like blades. After a dozen moves, he had already sealed his opponent's throat with blood.

Amidst terror, Shiva's survival points rapidly fell. After struggling for a few more moves, he finally turned into white light and was killed out of the script...