Marvel : Master of Role-Playing

"Warning! host, your actions are about to damage the Alfred role-play card. Warning! your actions are damaging the Alfred role-play card."

From the moment Reid entered the basement, the role-playing progress tied to Alfred began to decline due to setting conflicts. When he dipped his head into the highly corrosive liquid, turning his skin an eerie white, the role-playing progress hit zero.

As Reid picked up the knife from the table, the system issued a direct reminder, and the role-playing progress kept fluctuating, seeming to try to dip below zero, but the system's rules prevented it from going any lower.

"Warning! The Alfred role-play card is about to be damaged! Warning! The Alfred card is about to be damaged!"

The system repeated the same warnings, yet it did nothing to shake Reid's resolve.

Since arriving in the Marvel world, he'd always acted casual and often made fun of his nonsensical system.

But only Reid knew just how nervous he really was inside.

After all, this was the Marvel world. He was still someone from another world and even if the Eternity appeared in front of him in the next moment, he wouldn't be surprised in the least.

Moreover, he knew just how many calamities this world was facing.

The movie universe was fine; once the purple alien was defeated, things were more or less wrapped up and could be abandoned. After all, the movie universe had almost deteriorated by then.

But what if it were the comic world?

Who knew if this was the world where Deadpool slaughtered the Marvel Universe, or the zombie world, or even worse, a world where Thanos got his own personal series, wreaking havoc across the cosmos!

Surviving in such an unreasonable world, the pressure on Reid is unimaginable.

No matter how he tries to probe, the system remains so rudimentary, and the golden finger is just as useless.

Maintaining Wayne Enterprises, a task that seems simple, comes with fatal questions.

How long must it be maintained?

To what extent can it be considered maintained?

Reid doesn't know, but he understands himself very well—he is absolutely unwilling to follow the system's rules.

Since the system wants to limit his growth path through character missions, Reid will create different possibilities based on his understanding of the comic's plot.

In a certain parallel universe of DC, Batman has gone through many heroic stories, but in the end, he suddenly discovers that the greatest enemy he has always seen, the most dangerous criminal in Gotham, the Joker, is actually his butler Alfred in disguise.

Perhaps… that Batman from that universe is just a joke, and his strength is nothing more than a dramatic performance put on by Alfred to care for his young master.

Perhaps the Joker from that world isn't anything special either. Every time they clash, it's just bullying a mentally ill patient.

But, this is one possibility—a possibility where, under specific circumstances, Alfred could become the Joker.

So Reid decided to give it a try. Since the system believed that Alfred couldn't become the Joker, he would see for himself whether the Alfred he portrayed could truly become the fearsome criminal, the Joker, who terrorized Gotham.

With a determined resolve, Reid gripped the small knife tightly, and it sliced across the corner of his mouth.

"Ah!!!"

A painful scream, but without hesitation, Reid gritted his teeth through the pain and raised the knife again, cutting the other corner of his mouth.

"Ah!!!"

This time, the pain was unbearable, and Reid collapsed onto the table.

However, the system's prompt stopped, no longer issuing any warning sounds.

On Reid's face, the bright red blood combined with the pale, chemically-damaged skin to form the familiar Joker-like appearance.

"Host..."

The system's voice carried a hint of hesitation, the first time Reid had sensed emotion in its tone.

In the past, even when the system said nonsensical things, Reid—who had fully integrated with it—could feel that the system had never infused even a shred of emotion into its words.

Inside Reid's body, the card that had transformed him into Alfred was now covered in cracks.

Clearly, Reid's behavior, so different from Alfred's, had damaged the stability of the Alfred card at its very core.

Yet, through the cracks in the Alfred card, Reid could clearly see flickers of green light.

"Heh heh! Kid! You're really something..."

"Who!"

A strange voice rang out behind him. Reid immediately turned around, only to see the gaunt figure of a man, with a crazed smile on his face, dressed in a purple suit—the same face he had seen numerous times in games and comics.

"Joker?"

In the next instant, Joker vanished from sight, and a terrifying grin suddenly surged toward Reid's face.

"You..."

Reid was startled by Joker's sudden movement.

But Joker merely reached out and gently wiped the bloodstains from Reid's cheek.

As the blood was wiped away, the wounds—freshly cut moments ago—instantly scabbed over, stopping the bleeding.

"You should take better care of your body~ Otherwise, how will you ever experience this marvelous world?"

With those words, Joker vanished once again in a cloud of green smoke. But in the next moment, he was whispering right into Reid's ear.

"You want to survive, don't you? Survive in this dangerous world."

Reid nodded, still in a daze.

What he didn't realize was that, at some point, he had stepped out of the Alfred persona, returning to his new body that he had obtained after crossing over.

Meanwhile, the Alfred card was enveloped in green light, slowly rising toward the sky.

"Then, you must laugh!!!"

Joker reached out and tugged at Reid's cheek, forcing him into a grin.

"Only a smile is the perfect counterattack to this dirty, cruel world!"

At that moment, the green light on the Alfred card slowly faded, and its image began to change.

Previously, the Alfred card had featured an image of Alfred elegantly sipping tea.

Now, in the shadow behind the tea-drinking Alfred, two pale arms reached out, silently spraying some green gas into the tea on the table.

And further in the shadows, a pale, sinister face seemed to emerge, emitting a wicked, eerie laugh.

The card fused back into Reid's body.

His once sparse black hair fell out strand by strand, and when he stood again, his hair had transformed into green, slightly curly locks.

The cuts on his cheeks and his pale skin seemed even more natural.

In his mind, a wealth of new knowledge flooded in. Alfred's skills remained intact, but inside, countless crazy thoughts began to surge.

"I like you, kid, so now that I'm here, let me see if you can turn this world upside down!"

With those words, Joker's figure gradually disappeared, as if merging back into Reid's body.

When Reid picked up the nearby mirror again, the face that appeared in it was the one every DC comic fan would recognize.

"The Joker..."

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