Marvel: Master Of Role-Playing-Chapter 162: Continuous Death

Chaos erupted the moment John died.

These mutant kids had powers that could easily kill an ordinary human. But at the end of the day, they were still just adolescents, mentally unprepared for real war.

When blind idealism meets true death, only those who can keep their knees from trembling deserve to be called brave. And here, there were no such people. If there were, they wouldn't have stayed behind with John to cover the others.

The Joker Gang members at the scene didn't need to do much. All they had to do was stay hidden and relay the kids' positions over the radio. Then, from beyond visual range, a sniper could take them out one by one. There was no chance to fight back.

To strengthen their sense of mutant identity, Charles had been feeding these children the belief that mutants were a superior species. But in doing so, he made them forget something crucial.

If humans were truly that weak, then why is it that after all these years, only he and Magneto have ever posed a real threat to them? Was it because the rest of the mutants didn't want to fight for their own kind?

No. In truth, unless a mutant's power reaches a certain threshold, the average mutant on the battlefield is often less effective than a trained soldier.

Slowly, the kids gave up resisting. One by one, they collapsed into pools of blood, swallowed by despair.

"Tch... damn brats."

The one who stepped forward was the same Joker Gang member John had attacked at the start. He hadn't died. The suits worn by the gang were far tougher than they looked. At the very least, they were fireproof.

"Let the nearby residents know they're free to clean up the limbs and bodies," he muttered. "But leave the blood. I want every mutant still hiding in Gotham to see where arrogance leads."

With that, the Joker Gang withdrew.

Soon, the Gotham Police Department would arrive. As per their leader's orders, unless he gave the word, there was to be no direct conflict with the police.

But the first person to arrive after the gang left wasn't Gordon or Harvey with the GCPD.

It was Peter, who had shown up far too late.

"No... this..."

As soon as he got out of the car and saw the carnage, Peter dropped to his knees. The bodies lying before him were the same companions who used to smile and laugh by his side.

"John... why did you all have to be so reckless!"

Grief nearly drained every ounce of strength from him. But he forced himself back on his feet, climbed into the vehicle he had come in, and sped toward Wayne Manor.

'Even if there's just one left... I'll save them. No matter what it takes.'

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Meanwhile, Bobby and the others, who had escaped with John and the others' help, were far from safe.

Not long after fleeing the scene, they ran straight into two more of Gotham's monsters: Killer Croc and Solomon Grundy.

To protect his teammates, Warren Worthington III, the winged mutant known as Angel, made the same choice John had. He got out of the bus and chose to fight.

With his powerful wings and aerial agility, Angel believed he could stall for time. Unfortunately, he underestimated the enemy's intelligence.

Solomon Grundy wasn't exactly known for brains, true. But Killer Croc was a different story. Years of working under Joker had sharpened his instincts. He had fought countless battles and wasn't nearly reckless enough to ignore the threat of firearms.

Especially after the Batman card had been drawn and Gotham became whole again, Croc had grown stronger with every fight.

Taking advantage of Solomon's reckless charge to draw Angel's attention, Croc crept into the shadows. Using his powerful limbs, he climbed onto the rooftop. With a single pounce, he tackled the unsuspecting Angel to the ground.

"No! Help—"

Killer Croc had no interest in letting prey speak. Before Angel could finish his words, his wings were snapped, and his head was ripped clean off by Croc's gaping jaws.

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As if it were all perfectly timed, right after Angel's sacrifice, Lorna's group hadn't gone far before they encountered another enemy.

This time, it was Joker and Harley Quinn, driving one of their twisted clown-themed vehicles.

Sensing how dangerous these two were, Shadowcat and the teleporting mutant Blink stepped forward on their own, volunteering to fight—just like the teammates who had gone before them.

But their battle ended even faster than Angel's.

Shadowcat possessed the ability to phase herself or anyone she touched, allowing her to easily drag the Joker or Harley Quinn underground and suffocate them. Blink, with her power to open portals, gave them an unbeatable advantage.

However, even with such a powerful combination, they were defeated almost instantly.

Because both mutants were well-known characters in the comics, their information had long been gathered by all of Reid's clones. Naturally, methods to deal with them were already in place.

The answer was simple: Joker Venom. It might be overused, but undeniably a terrifying weapon.

Neither Joker nor Harley had access to any special energy-based attacks, and they stood no chance against Shadowcat's phasing. As ordinary humans, they couldn't hope to catch someone like Blink either.

But all it took was a single Joker Venom mine, planted in advance and timed perfectly to explode at their feet.

Even though Shadowcat phased the moment she sensed the disturbance, even though Blink opened a portal right away, it was already too late. Just inhaling a breath of the gas in that split second was enough to render both of them helpless.

They collapsed, twitching on the ground, paralyzed and wide-eyed, their faces twisted into eerie, terrified smiles as Harley's bloodstained bat came crashing down.

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"Lorna..."

The school bus had reached the Robert Kane Memorial Bridge. On the other end, there were no other buildings—only the towering silhouette of Wayne Manor standing in solemn silence.

And yet, even though they were now so close to their goal, no one felt joy. The confidence they had not long ago had completely vanished.

Enemy after enemy had appeared. No matter how naive they were, it was now painfully obvious that Gotham had been prepared for their arrival from the start.

"Kitty and the others..."

"Don't say it, Bobby," Lorna cut in sharply.

As the one who initiated this mission, she was hurting more than anyone. But now, the part of her personality that mirrored Magneto began to emerge.

Her sadness didn't break her. It turned into strength instead, reinforcing her resolve.

"We have no way back." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Bobby nodded. He knew too. There was no other option now. If they turned back, all they would face was an even more horrifying end whispered in the dark.

But just as he looked ahead, he froze. A bitter smile crept onto his face.

Because sitting calmly in the middle of the bridge on a small folding stool, waiting patiently, was Deathstroke.

"Lorna... you have to make it," Bobby muttered under his breath, his smile laced with pain.

Then he quietly stepped off the bus.

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