[Western Crossover] The Player Aspires to Become Lord of the Alliance

(First published on Jinjiang. Free bonus chapters are being updated.) The League of Assassins is unquestionably a combat game. Ra’s al Ghul agreed. Every day, he brainwashed the player: I am your master. You must surpass Damian. But the player gazed at his health bar and only wanted to draw a blade. No ruler lasts forever, my master. Your throne looks ripe for the taking. Ra’s: Defeating Damian is a prerequisite to challenging me. Player: ! After arriving in Gotham, the player diligently completed quests. Stabbing themselves to reload saves, using bloodletting to activate skills, and so on were basic moves. Who cared if it looked awful, as long as it dealt damage? Before the player could say a word, the NPCs started yelling: Holy shit, what a psycho! An evil brainwasher abusing his grandson’s clone and leaving him in a right state! The Bat heard about it and spoke up. Robin put away his sword. Everyone tried to reason with the player: Why put yourself through all this? Ra’s isn’t worth it! Player: It’s okay. For him (and his throne), I’d do anything. Ra’s, who had to take the blame for the player every day: ... * Hydra, the Court of Owls, the League of Assassins... The player ground quests across all kinds of factions, rising step by step to the top of each organization. They could pretty much be called a servant to three masters. After finally kicking back on the throne of the underworld, the player realized something seemed off about the game. The affection list was a neat row of maxed-out scores, some red and some black. Wait, what? This was a dating game? Then what the hell were all those bosses I killed? Damian: If you don’t want to end up serving three families, move back into the manor. Player: ? Members of the Wronged List Speak Out Ra’s: I really didn’t exploit a child or sick person, and I never taught him anything weird. Damian: How many times do I have to explain? That person in the skirt wasn’t me. Bruce: ... (watches the player die and revive over and over right in front of him, speechless) *Little scene* Player: You’re shorter than I imagined, real me. Damian: Tch. Random Thoughts Cover illustrated by @Sanqi Sanqi, used with permission. Fourth-dimensional disaster, fake deaths, completely unhinged plot, and heaps of headcanon. A self-indulgent work, with top/bottom brain cells fighting each other. Mostly bottom-focused. Beloved, irresistible moonlight character pierced by countless arrows and adored by everyone. The romance in the main story is based on misunderstandings; the extras offer independent romance routes. Upcoming story of the same type >>> Owlman, but Fourth-Dimensional Disaster It was my Nth year playing Earth Three Online when I finally realized that this game, which spent all day telling me to be a good person, had at least one redeeming quality. A humanoid creature was lying on the ground. Bruce Wayne, my NPC little brother whom I couldn’t control, was lying right in front of me, with a blank health bar above his head. There was no doubt about it. He was dead. ...So I put his corpse in my System inventory. Justice System: QAQ I was searching for a way to revive Bruce. It was a winding road. The Talon thought I’d adopted him as a substitute meal, and the Syndicate couldn’t understand me and kept recommending I try a different substitute. Just as I finally decided to destroy the world, the System intervened. System: Gather the righteous endings from seven simulated universes and you can revive your Bruce. Interested? Absolutely. Why are you only telling me something this important now? After arriving in the simulated universe, I stared at a teenager jailed for pickpocketing / an idiot with half a brain missing / a disabled person burned by a brat for fun / a clown grinning with yellow teeth / a brat who was difficult to describe, and fell silent. Where was my exquisite, beautiful, adorable, lively, kind-hearted little brother? Who were these people? Also, read the completed fanfic sequel: Back at Wayne Manor, My Brother Is Beside Himself with Grief. Theme: You can gain freedom in life by taking practical action, one step at a time.