Chapter 1 The Beginning

Feng Bujue immediately used Data Vision to see through the wall, but behind it was just a white light produced by the system's shielding.

In a sense, this was a good sign, as it usually meant that there was something quite important hidden behind the wall… which made Brother Jue even more determined to break through it.

The question now was, how to break it?

In the past, Feng Bujue could have used Spirit犀 Finger to poke a hole the size of an apple in the wall, then stuffed a grenade from the Endless Grenade Clip into it, and easily blow the wall open.

But now, he had to think of another way…

In that instant, three plans had already flashed through Brother Jue's mind.

First: randomly pick up something that could be found in the sewer, such as a floating soda can, unknown garbage, or a lump of poop… put it in the pouch of the Yi Da, and shoot it out, then pray that the power of this thing, enhanced by the legendary weapon, could blast open the wall in front of him.

Second: use Ran Kyaku (Storm Leg) to cut out a rectangular area on the wall, and then kick the section down from the middle.

Third: directly use brute force to break through the relatively weak ordinary wall next to it, and go around a small bend.

But after a brief thought, Feng Bujue decided… none of the three.

Because these three methods, including the "using a grenade to blow it open" method mentioned earlier, would all bring the same problem—they might damage whatever was hidden behind the wall.

Suppose there was a very fragile hidden item, such as a flower or an egg, less than a meter directly behind this wall… then using any of the above methods would have a high probability of causing the item to be smashed by the collapsing wall fragments.

Fortunately, it didn't take Brother Jue long to think of a way to avoid causing almost any impact on what was behind the wall.

He raised one hand, and his Ling Neng (Spirit Energy) weapon appeared between his fingers.

Although the attack power of the Mad Poker was displayed as "???", according to the conclusion Feng Bujue had drawn from countless practical tests, this thing's cutting ability was definitely not inferior to that of a plasma cutter; the Mad Poker could cut through most of the metals known and processed by humans in the twenty-first century. The things that could effectively defend against this poker usually had to have magical attributes, or be special materials from the fantasy world itself; and this wall at the moment… was obviously not in this category.

Shhh—

Sure enough, the poker in Brother Jue's hand easily cut a slit in the wall, and judging from the feel of the cut, the poker could just penetrate the thickness of the wall.

Before long, Feng Bujue cut a circular opening about chest-high, the diameter of which was just enough for his arm to pass through; then, he used the poker to scrape the edges of the cut a few times, creating a ring of missing pieces, so that he could use his fingers to grip the edge of the cut and "pry out" this small cylindrical piece of wall.

After taking out this small cylinder, there was a round hole slightly smaller than a bowl on the wall, which was the completion of the first step.

The second step was much simpler. Brother Jue used the poker to cut out a rectangular area around the hole that he could pass through. Then, he put his arm into the hole in the middle, used his arm to "string" and "carry" this large piece of cut wall, took a few steps back, "pulled" the wall out, and then threw it to the ground beside him.

In this way, a rectangular entrance was created. Throughout the process, only some dust from the cutting fell to the other side of the wall.

However, when the scene behind the wall came into view, Brother Jue realized… that his caution was unnecessary.

"Sigh… after all, it's normal difficulty…" Feng Bujue muttered, looking at the ordinary sewer passage behind the entrance.

He didn't complain too much. He couldn't control the difficulty setting of the script. Anyway, his principle was to do things to the best of his ability within his capabilities.

After observing with his flashlight for a few seconds, Brother Jue took off his oxygen snorkel, changed his breathing method, and sniffed toward the corridor… In addition to the pungent smell of the sewer, he didn't smell any other strange odors such as the stench of corpses or poisonous gas. At first glance, there were no traps ahead…

So, Feng Bujue walked in unhurriedly.

This passage was not long, and the walls inside were also made of ordinary brick and cement. After walking for a while, a door appeared on Brother Jue's right front; it might not be accurate to say it was a "door," it should be said to be a "door frame," because there was no door panel there.

Inside the door frame was a slightly more spacious space, or rather, "a room"; the passage only led to here, and there were no other paths.

Feng Bujue looked into the door with his flashlight and saw a scene that was enough to make people gasp.

This room… if it could really be called a room… had a bed, a table, two benches, and a… television? Yes, in this room at the end of the sewer passage, there was even an electrical appliance; in fact, not only was there a television, but there was also a light bulb on the ceiling. Feng Bujue even found a switch next to the door, but after toggling it back and forth a few times, he found that the light bulb was no longer working.

Of course, none of the above was the point; the thing that made people's scalps tingle in this room was… on the ground next to the bed, sat a huge skeleton whose shape was obviously different from that of ordinary people.

Moreover, on the torso of this skeleton, there was also a metal shackle shaped like a vest, and the other end of the shackle was connected to the bed frame by a chain.

"Killer Croc?" Feng Bujue only took two seconds to deduce the identity of this skeleton. As someone who knew a lot about various characters in the DC universe, he could naturally recognize the unusual skull and hand bones of Killer Croc (one of Batman's main villains, a half-human, half-crocodile monster).

"Well… it's hard to estimate the time of death…" For some reason, Brother Jue felt more at ease seeing a dead creature than seeing a living one. "Not to mention that this guy's body is different from ordinary people, just the sewer environment, plus the activity of scavengers… the time required for skeletalization is unclear…" He paused, his eyes moved to the set of locks and the bed frame on the skeleton, "What's even more concerning is… what kind of material is needed to lock up Killer Croc… and lock him up until he dies?"

Suddenly, Feng Bujue caught sight of something again. He immediately turned the beam of his flashlight over and pushed the skeleton aside a little.

By the light, he could clearly see… on the wall behind the skeleton, there was a line of writing carved with a sharp object—"I am not the monster, he is."