At that moment, the notification sounded again.
"Please choose who will be the 'Hunter' and the 'Priest' in your team."
"We can choose?!"
A slightly surprised voice emanated from the dense fog. Clark turned his head towards Batman and said, "I thought the game organizers would decide."
"This is a piece of good news for us," Batman remarked. His face remained expressionless, yet looking into Clark's clear eyes, he sighed.
At that time, Clark had intended to contact the organizer to deliver medicine to Bruce, but Batman refrained from going back immediately. He suggested that they participate in the game together to better understand each other and to polish their combat skills.
As expected, Clark agreed, and the two of them plunged directly into the game.
"So, who's the Hunter, and who's the Priest?" Clark asked.
It seemed Batman hadn't expected Clark to ask this. The Superman he knew was often overly confident about these things and always liked to volunteer.
"I'll be the Hunter," Batman said. "You will pretend to attack them, masquerading as the Hunter, while I will disguise myself as the Priest."
Clark raised an eyebrow, taking a moment to observe Batman before saying, "Indeed, you do look more like a Priest, or at least more than me."
"You're smart," Batman responded, leaving the statement at that.
The brand-new projection hall was very bright. Owen stood in the center of the stage again, raising his hands and shouting, "Let's welcome our guests for this event!!!"
The lights kept flickering. The overhead spotlights cast bright rays, illuminating the silhouette of the audience.
This time, the spectators were particularly numerous. Owen was evidently very pleased with this headcount, manipulating the lights to cause them to flicker continuously.
One slightly impatient shadow at the center of the stage frowned as the lights stopped swaying. He wore a blue and black suit, and two short sticks hung from his back.
Nightwing from the Main Universe originally had a challenging background, but his recent biggest problem had been Thomas from Gotham in the Main Universe insisting that he attend university in Metropolis.
Then there came his good friend, a young man in a jacket, wearing a red mask. He coughed twice in a low voice, then shook his head at Nightwing.
The Red Hood from the Main Universe too had a tough background, but his recent biggest problem was Thomas from Main Universe Gotham wanting him to return to high school.
To their left naturally sat another close friend, a young man, possibly a teenager, dressed in a colorful Robin costume.
Red Robin from the Main Universe, unlike his friends, did not have a harsh background. However, his recent biggest problem was Martha in the Main Universe contacting his aunt, and together with his uncle they convinced his father to hand over the Drake family business to him.
To Nightwing's right sat a youth wearing a white lab coat. He looked like he had just walked out of a lab, but he was very young and seemed somewhat naive.
That was Peter Parker. Recognizing Doctor Schiller on the screen, he covered his mouth and laughed, apparently remembering something amusing.
To Peter's right floated the silhouette of a man wearing a truck driver's uniform. His green hair hung chaotically from his head. A long black strip could be seen at the root. He seemingly hadn't dyed or permed his hair for quite some time.
Jack, of course, recognized Bruce. But he just laughed coldly, rolled his eyes, and did not speak.
However, he was in trouble soon after because another Batman sat to his right.
This Batman's suit was far more futuristic than most others. The matte gold breastplate and shoulder pads, a gold belt, powerful gauntlets, and long cape.
Batman from the famously renowned fan-made game "Arkham Knight". He was the embodiment of Batman's cliché image. He could resolve many issues by simply speaking, yet he remained silent.
Currently, he was glaring at Jack with cold and deep eyes. Jack, casually leaning on the chair, scoffed at him.
Sitting on the far end was an old man wearing a crown shaped like two extended bull horns. His hands rested on his legs, with a book in his hands and a Magic Wand beside him. He sat quietly, ignoring others, and others ignored him.
Loki, an extremely special Loki.
As the thick fog on the screen dissipated, a seemingly ordinary man appeared in the center, and he was alone.
Just as the Robins were about to question what was going on, a rougher and huskier voice sounded from the man on screen, even though his lips had not moved.
"I can't understand how this damn organizer could treat us as two people. He doesn't understand the Symbiont and knows nothing about me. This damn fool..."
"Alright, Venom, you've complained hundreds of times. Isn't the problem now me? If moving the Priest is considered a violation, then both of us will have to move together. What shall we do now?"
"That's why I said it's a damn fool." Venom grew even angrier. "How could he consider us as two individuals? We are one, damn it, damn it."
The man appearing on the screen was Eddie Brock.
Unfortunately, he and the Symbiont Venom were counted as two competitors. The team(duelist) he belonged to was ironically the team with the minimum number of individuals, which was two. Only Eddie and Venom.
Regarding this matter, Venom expressed extreme dissatisfaction. The longer he stayed here, the angrier he got. Eddie had yet to soothe him, and now they had encountered such a situation.
Before the spectators could figure out what was going on, a somewhat familiar face appeared on the screen. It was Tony Stark, and he was alone, surrounded by silence.
Ignoring the spectators' confusion, the screen finally switched to the last team of competitors.
One was a burly blond man in fancy armor, wearing a crown, while the other was a dark-haired youth dressed in a complex robe, holding a magic wand.
Thor and Loki, the Divine King and the Prince, appeared as if they had been attending a ceremony before coming to the event. They were murmuring something at this time.
All teams were discussing the distribution of the Hunter and the Priest, including Schiller and Stark. Stark spread his hands and said, "It seems that we only have one choice now."
"That's right," Schiller nodded and said, "You're the Hunter, and I'm the Priest."
Stark's eyes widened.
Gazing at the falling cold weapon ax, Schiller laughed and said, "Remember what I said? Sometimes, words are more potent than fists."