Puppetry also had branches: Puppet Construction LV2 and Puppet Manipulation LV2.
Then there was that progress bar. Next to the progress bar was a small button and two additional lines of comments: 'Please collect more luck.
When the luck gauge is full, a new world can be opened and an avatar can be deployed."Current progress: 17.3%. Has opened world: 1."
These two sentences contained a lot of information.The keywords were three: luck, new world, and avatar.
Obtaining luck to open a new world, deploying an avatar into the new world, and then gaining more luck in the new world seemed to be the most important new function displayed on the panel besides showing attributes.
Hardy continued to use his mind to click on that button.All the data on the panel began to distort and finally turned into a black vortex that could devour people.Hardy felt a strand of his consciousness being separated and devoured by the vortex.
"I feel a bit dizzy."
Hardy shook his head, closed his eyes, and felt a novel experience.His consciousness seemed to split into two.One was here, and the other was in a distant world, almost possessing an independent consciousness but completely controlled by the main body.
"It's somewhat like the Shadow Clone Technique, but also somewhat different."
Although Hardy did not know the B-rank Ninjutsu Shadow Clone Technique, he knew its effect.Apparently, this so-called avatar seemed to be much more sophisticated than the Shadow Clone, almost turning himself into two separate life forms.
Dark thunder tore through the sky.Under thick dark clouds, heavy rain poured down.This was Gotham.
When Hardy's consciousness entered this world, he was not doing well.He was in a small room of about ten square meters, with walls and floors made of some white material with a metallic sheen, looking very hard.Cold blue light shone through a bulletproof glass door, and angry shouts occasionally came from the adjacent rooms.
Just as he finished receiving the setting and partial memories of this body, he heard the noisy voices next door.
"Oh, hey! Black Mask, you're about to guess it!You're very close to the right answer!Think carefully!It has wings but is not an angel, sucks blood but is not a devil.What could it be?The answer to this riddle is very simple!"
The slick tone from the room on the left was exaggerated, as if giving a speech.
"Damn it!Can you, you NT thing, change rooms!I really want to cut off your mouth and feed it to Batman!"
The guy next door was about to collapse.This guy had to come up with two hundred riddles a day, and if you couldn't answer them, he would keep bothering you until you did.Only when you answered his riddle would he be quiet for a while and think of a new one.
Hardy covered his ears, sat in the corner, and sorted through the information in his mind.The place he was in now was... Arkham.
Mm!
The Riddler and Black Mask are his neighbors in Arkham.
The former is well-known but unpopular, while the latter is a second-rate villain in Gotham.
As for himself, his name is Cleer Watt, which can also be translated as "Walter."
Known on the streets of Gotham as the Puppeteer, he belongs to the bottom tier of minor villains.
A mediocre doctor, he is obsessed with curing the dead. Through the process of stitching corpses, he has mastered the art of turning bodies into puppets, controlling their movements with wires.
This gives Walter a feeling of being a puppeteer. However, whether it's the craftsmanship of making puppets or the control methods, they are quite rudimentary. The puppets he controls can easily be taken down by a professionally trained police officer with a weapon.
Quite low-level, he is just a minor villain among minor villains, with less prestige than his neighbors.
His crimes are not serious enough to warrant being sent to Arkham. But because the doctor believed he had mental issues, he ended up there.
"Oh, hey, this is the simplest riddle, even a kindergarten kid could guess it. You fool, if only Batman were here, he's the only genius who can solve all my high-level riddles!"
"Or should I come up with an even simpler riddle? Let me think about it. Honestly, it's the first time I've found it so challenging to come up with an easy riddle..."
"Hey, you there, why don't you try guessing? You've been quiet for a while!"
Walter sighed and removed his hand from his ear.
Useless, too much nagging.
"First, my name is not 'Hey.'"
"Second, the answer to your previous riddle is Batman."
"Third, don't bother me, or I'll turn you into a puppet!"
"Fourth!"
Walter couldn't help but punch the wall.
"Riddler, get out of Gotham!"
The Riddler in the neighboring room took off his green hat in confusion.
Why does this fellow puppeteer seem to hold a deep grudge against me?
"You're the one who should leave Gotham! Listen, I'll give you a riddle. If you can't solve it, when I get out, I'll..."
*Ding dong!*
Walter, impatiently, began banging on the bulletproof glass door in front.
The commotion was soon noticed by the surveillance personnel.
As a result, the heavy iron gate was pushed open, and an armed guard entered.
"Cleer Watt! You better have a good reason for this, or I'll show you the consequences of disturbing me!"
"Sir, the Riddler just mentioned having contact with the outside Penguin, planning an escape, and invited me and Black Mask to join."
Black Mask: ???
When was I invited to escape?
The guard didn't dare delay and quickly took out his communicator.
"Room 408, the Riddler is suspected of planning an escape. Recommend transfer to the underground maximum-security ward."
Riddler: ???
"Oh, hey! I didn't plan an escape!"
The Riddler lay on the transparent glass, shouting.
"You dare say you don't want to escape?"
Walter's face showed a sly smile, teasingly asking, "Of course, who wouldn't want to escape from here? Don't you want to as well?"
The Riddler retorted, "I don't. Everyone in Arkham is talented and pleasant to talk to. I really like it here! Black Mask, did you hear the Riddler's instigation?"
Black Mask, now realizing, vigorously nodded in front of the guard.
A team of armed guards arrived, handcuffed and shackled the Riddler, and dragged him to a higher-security heavy prison cell.
"Finally, some peace!"
Black Mask took a deep breath, stretching his legs in the corner of the room.
"Not necessarily. Every cell has audio and video surveillance. They will figure it out soon, so that guy might come back."
Walter sat cross-legged in the center of the cell, resigned.