[It's scary but not too scary, so feel free to enter]
Reincarnated as the God of Death in Gotham, I inherited Gotham's extremely high accidental mortality rate and KPIs that are nine times higher than those in the metropolis next door.
I diligently designed an Arkham Asylum explosion that could kill hundreds of people at a time and give me a long vacation.
When everything was going according to my plan, a big black bat just cut off a red wire, causing all the bombs to fail. My KPI was reset to zero with one click, zero!
The vigilantes were harder to kill than I expected. For the sake of KPI, I created a vest to pretend to be the victim and cooperated with the villain's trap, waiting only to solve both the villain's and vigilante's KPIs in one go!
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Bat's attempts to save people have been met with failure recently.
When the explosion swallowed the girl and the doll in her arms, Nightwing had just narrowly saved Batman.
Jason's mouth was covered by Cassan before he yelled as he watched the blonde girl being dragged into the darkness.
When the building collapsed, a concrete slab hit the dark-haired girl he rescued from the orphanage in front of Tim's eyes.
The sea water swallowed up the humanoid robot. Damian could not drag the heavy mechanical body and almost drowned. His life was in danger.
Damian was sent back to the League of Assassins. After waking up from the Lazarus Pool, he repeatedly tried to repair the damaged chip.
The mood at the family meeting was somber as no one got over the girls' deaths.
And I was facing the dark crawl of my dismal KPIs.
Who said vigilantes are easy to kill?
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After a while, I lost my mind and ended up living on the streets.
I saw the Bat's house where I once wrote a death note from a distance. I was about to run away in despair, but a hand stretched out in front of me.
The blue-eyed man who had been dragged into death traps by me several times curled his lips: "Go back to the manor?"
Purpose: Don't do evil things