Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

"You take this thing."

The kiteman drove the car to the place where he was connected with his superior according to the prompt of his ID card. In this plain looking stolen car, Mason handed over a bat flare gun to his younger brother.

This was obtained from Young Master Nightwing when he left last night. Mason had already got the blueprint but hadn't had time to make it yet.

He said to the kiteman:

"If something happens in a while, I'll take it first, and you fly to the sky to ask for support. Don't worry, Batman is focusing on me now. As soon as the signal goes off, he will definitely come to check it out as soon as possible."

"Um."

Charles picked up the flare gun and put it in his jetpack. He glanced at the building in front of him again and his face became weird.

He said to his boss:

"Why did they choose this place to meet? Is that implying something to us?"

Mason glanced out the car window.

In front of the parking place is Penguin's Iceberg Bar.

This luxurious and peculiar place has 5 chain stores in Gotham, but this bar is the first store built by the Penguin in this city, and it is also the home of the Penguin Gang.

The place has "special meaning" to Mason.

His new life began here, and his old life ended here.

The wine bottle that killed the young man was thrown from the height of the Iceberg Bar. Mason still doesn't know which of the drunk friends threw the wine bottle casually to welcome a soul from another world into this world.

Maybe I'll have to find him later and "thank" him a lot.

"Go ahead and have a look."

Mason narrowed his eyes, opened the car door and walked up the steps.

Wearing that gray windbreaker, he bypassed the police cordon and walked in through the closed side door of the bar with ease.

The place that had been closed for nearly ten days was very deserted. The two found the power supply and turned it on again. They took the elevator all the way up, and when they entered the top floor, they saw a light shining outside Penguin's original office.

The ball of light was suspended at the door, like a pointer.

Mason patted the kiteman on the shoulder to calm him down, and he let out a sigh of relief before he opened the door and walked into it.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows let the morning light shine into the gorgeous and spacious office. In front of the two of them, a tall figure wearing the same style of old K's starry sky cloak was standing in front of the window, as if overlooking the morning scenery of Gotham.

Only one person came.

But judging from his seductive and unremarkable masterful demeanor and the cool stance of this big villain, one can tell that he is definitely not ordinary.

Mason and Charles were like employees summoned by the boss, standing with their hands tied in the office, which was so clean that people could be seen on the ground, waiting for the superior in front of them to speak.

Maybe this is also the moment of destiny?

"Old K is dead?"

The superior in front of him finally spoke after being silent for nearly a minute.

A calm male voice, very magnetic, does not sound too young and has a faint sense of oppression.

"Well, unfortunately, our beloved Captain died in the ruins of Hogwarts College. He held a suspected cursed item, but was besieged by monsters in the Forbidden Forest.

We would love to help him.

But we are too weak to even collect his corpse. We can only follow his last wish and burn his corpse in that hell-like world just like the monster he finally hunted down. "

Mason said most of the truth in a steady voice.

By the way, he took out Hagrid's hunting knife from his luggage, which was still stained with the venom and blood of the acromantula. He put it on the desk in front of him as if he was handing in evidence, and said:

"Charles and I tried our best to use the magic items left by old K to capture several monsters that participated in killing him. If you need, we can release it.

But it's dangerous. "

"No need!"

The superior waved his hand and said:

"When embarking on this road, life and death should be ignored. It doesn't matter how he died. The important thing is that his death can please the dark stars and illuminate our way forward."

He said this sentence like a eulogy, and Mason felt chills in his heart when he heard it. If I remember correctly, Old K also said such words.

And more than once.

So, is this also a tradition of the Stellaris?

"Let me introduce myself, my name is 'Hunter', of course it's a code name."

The superior turned around, revealing a face with a star mask. The cloak with the pattern of stars almost covered his entire body, like Batman's cape, there was almost no gap.

He stretched out his black-gloved hand, touched the blood-stained hunting knife, and introduced in a gentle tone:

"Currently serving as the 'Exploration Master' of the Stars Club."

He stated his position, but seeing the blank faces of Mason and Charles in front of him, the Mr. Hunter was taken aback for a moment, and then asked in a strange tone:

"Didn't old K tell you about the inside story of the Stars Club and the division of members?"

"He promised to talk after our 'entry test'."

Charles made gestures and replied in a sad voice:

"But he died so suddenly."

"I see."

Mr. Hunter nodded and said:

"Then I will forgive you for your rudeness this time.

Let me replace old K and briefly introduce our organization to you. You are now E-level personnel, and new members of the organization generally have to be guided by specific C-level personnel to familiarize themselves with daily work.

Old K was supposed to be your novice guide, but something happened to him.

When you complete the first mission to explore a different world, you will become D-level personnel, which can be regarded as the backbone of the Stars Club. After 20 missions, you will be assessed and promoted to C-level.

There are internal regulations for the promotion of B-level and A-level members, and you don't need to know too much now. "

"Then are you an A-level personnel?"

Mason asked softly.

"No, I am the great explorer."

Mr. Hunter emphasized his position again, he looked Mason up and down, and said:

"It is the commander-in-chief above the 12-member A-level council. The three great mentors of exploration, combat, and logistics are in charge of the daily operations of the Stars Association and the internal and external affairs of the organization. There is also a Lord 'Fate' above the three of us.

He is the founder of the Star Club. "

"Big shot!"

This thought jumped into Mason's mind, and he immediately bowed to the person in front of him to salute, and then kicked Charles, who was still stunned, the kite man also hurriedly bowed to salute when he regained his senses.

I thought that the superior sent here would be at most a guy of the same level as old K or a level higher, but I didn't expect a big boss to come directly!

This is the same as when a new employee in the company reports to his superiors, thinking that the other party is just a business manager, but the guy sitting there listening to his nonsense is actually a member of the company's board of directors.

This is too scary, right?

"Well, the etiquette is very standard, and I am very satisfied with her active mind and restrained personality."

Mr. Hunter nodded, pulled the Penguin's boss chair and sat on it, waved his hands in a comfortable and relaxed posture, and said to Mason and Charles:

"It seems that the newcomers selected by Old K this time are of good quality. I guess you must be thinking why I came here, and I will explain it to you.

Don't be so reserved, Mason, and Charles.

I'm an easy going person.

sit down.

Our conversation will probably take up a little of your time, but I hope you have nothing urgent to do today. "

When the big man spoke, Mason and Charles naturally obeyed.

The two sat on the black sofa, maintaining a decent posture, and then they watched Mr. Hunter playing with the giant hunting knife that killed Old K, and said in a gentle tone:

"The first reason why I came here is very simple. Has old K told you the story of his rookie team? I am his rookie guide, his old captain.

At that time, the Stars Club was first established, and the regulations were not yet complete, and the 12-member council had not yet been established. I had to do this kind of thing to bring in new people occasionally.

Old K was selected by me.

In the original 7-member team, he was the only one who survived to become a C-level member, and the others had already pleased the Dark Stars with their deaths.

What a tragedy.

Now the best student I ever had is dead.

Frankly, this makes me a little sad. "

Mason's heart tightened, what an old K, you're still a relationship!

You should have said earlier that there is such a relationship.

"Your heart is beating faster, Mason, are you a little nervous?"

Mr. Hunter brushed the blade with his fingers, and suddenly said something faintly.

"I'm only 17 years old, Lord Hunter."

Mason whispered:

"The most powerful person I've ever met is nothing more than the guardian of the city, a transvestite named Batman, and you are the leader of a huge organization that spans countless parallel worlds.

The old captain I failed to save is still your friend, and it would be strange if I wasn't nervous under such circumstances. "

"Well, it makes sense."

Mr. Hunter nodded, no longer entangled in this problem, put down the hunting knife and said:

"As for the second reason, it is the particularity of the world you live in.

Old K may not have had time to give you the definition of the parallel world of the Science Popularization Stars Association, but I must tell you two that the world you live in is extremely dangerous.

It is rated A in our world rating system.

But to be honest, it’s not because it’s only dangerous at this level, but because the highest rating in our system is only A-level.

Especially when you have a Kryptonian named 'Superman' in your world."

Mr. Hunter paused, shook his head and said:

"The "Swordsman", the combat mentor with the strongest frontal combat power in the Stars Club, encountered him in the exploration of this world a few years ago, and was broken by his two punches and fled back to the Stars Fort in embarrassment.

Since then, all large-scale explorations of the world by Stars have been frozen.

You shouldn't be based here.

This place is not suitable for newcomers like you, which is the second reason why I came here, you can use a safer world as your base.

This is your special power, and I can arrange it for you. "

"Wait! Mr. Hunter, I have a question."

Mason raised his hand and asked:

"If the exploration actions in this world are frozen, then what about old K?"

"I'm talking about all 'massive' exploration operations, Mason."

Mr. Hunter emphasized:

"Listen carefully! Also, don't interrupt me, this is not a good habit. There are other teams in your world that are operating secretly, and the lowest members of those teams are all C-level personnel.

As for old K

He could have been a B tier, but because of his wild style, his promotion got stuck after twice killing Team K.

At the B-level level, what we need is an explorer and leader who can grasp the overall situation, not a reckless person. "

Mason nodded.

At the same time, I thought in my heart that if old K's combat power could become a B-level, then the Stars would not seem as strong and invincible as I imagined.

Among other things, Batman probably won't be too difficult to beat Old K, and Superman can defeat another big boss of the Constellation Society head-on, so it is necessary for me to lower my evaluation of the Constellation Society only in terms of combat effectiveness.

Downgraded from "Like a God" to "Invincible".

Hmm, doesn't seem to make a difference either?

"So, what's your answer?"

Mr. Hunter gave Mason and Charles three minutes to ask:

"Do you want to change to another base world? For the sake of old K, you can choose from the thirty-three C-level worlds I am currently in charge of."

Mason glanced at Charles, who gave him a look of "Boss, you decide, I obey". The young man nodded, stood up and said to Mr. Hunter:

"No, we don't want to change the base world, my lord. It's not because we think too highly of ourselves, but because we've established a certain network of contacts in this world, and gained some very precious things through hard work.

Like this one. "

Mason took out a set of blueprints from his luggage, put his hands on the desk in front of Mr. Hunter and spread them out.

The battle line on the blueprint is a set of very complicated and marked suit illustrations. If Batman is here, he can tell at a glance that this is the structure diagram of his regular bat suit.

Mason's character card has completed the analysis of the main body of the bat suit. The young man drew these before to study them, and this will come in handy.

"This suit. The technological content is good. It is very suitable for melee combat and stealth. There are so many reserved weapon slots. Obviously, it can be modified multiple times to meet different combat needs.

good! "

Mr. Hunter is obviously also a knowledgeable man.

He stretched out his hand to stroke the drawing carefully, and when he was observing closely, Mason suddenly noticed a strand of playful long hair emerging from behind Mr. Hunter's mask.

Um?

This is a woman?

Or a man who takes an artistic style?

"Are you going to dedicate this set of blueprints to the organization, Mason."

Mr Hunter asked:

"Although it is only the most basic blueprint of the battle suit structure, those members of the organization who take the technological route will probably like it very much. It can give you a lot of much-needed things in exchange.

If you trust me, I can help you find a suitable buyer.

At the trade fair a month later, you can close the deal. "

"Of course, my lord, I can't ask for more."

Mason responded.

Then he took out a dark jewelry box and opened it in front of Mister Hunter. Inside was an irregular, thumb-sized blood-red spar.

When he saw this thing, the very calm Mr. Hunter also clasped his fingers.

"This is?"

He looked at Mason, and the young man explained:

"Old K's relic, my lord. He said that he entered that world just to find this thing, and he also said that it was a reward task organized by the organization.

This is the Philosopher's Stone.

It was the treasure we found in that ruin, but unfortunately it was broken in the disaster, and we searched the whole ruins and only found this one.

We can't expect rewards from bounty missions.

This is what Old K has done by himself, so I think, as his old captain, you should complete that task instead of him and get that reward. "

Mr. Hunter didn't speak but stroked the small piece of Philosopher's Stone in front of him. After ten seconds of silence, he let out a strange laugh and said to Mason:

"You are really a sharp little guy. I almost know why old K chose you as the captain. But unfortunately, I can't use the rewards of this task.

Because its reward is to increase the level of members.

Old K is looking for this thing to complete the B-level promotion, Mason, and I have nowhere to go.

Get out your ID card. "

After he said something, Mason pinched his fingers decisively and took out the Stars ID card.

Mr. Hunter also took out his own card. It was a luxurious crystal card, and its texture alone was superior to Mason's playing card.

The moment the two cards touched, a ball of dazzling red light flooded Mason's arm. The intense burning sensation made the young man dizzy. He fell to the ground and was hugged by Charles who rushed over.

"This is the case for the first promotion, not to mention the promotion of two levels in a row, which can be regarded as setting a record for promotion. This is a normal situation."

Mr. Hunter said to the Kiteman:

"Take him to the next door for a rest, and we can continue talking when he wakes up."

"Thank you, my lord."

Charles walked out of the office with the unconscious Mason in his arms. After the two of them left, Mr. Hunter reached for the blood-stained giant hunting knife.

He stroked the sharp blade and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

After several minutes, he sighed and said:

"Old K, did you call me here just to let me see him? This is a 'parting gift' you want to give me, and you think he can help.

But how did you, an old hunter, be killed by such a rookie?

You missed it? Or do you no longer want to live?

What a shame.

well.

May our death, to which we all come at last, please the unforgiving dark stars."