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DC: Strongest Gamer

After my death, I was reborn in the great DC world and got the system! The hour has come to become the strongest! This is a translation, with the approval of the author! More chapters: https://www.pat reon.com/astral331

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Chapter 33

As it turned out, Themyscira had the "profit" of the new Amazons twice. The first is when her Donna, Diana and fifty other girls were molded from clay. And the second is when, ten years ago, a boat with half-dead girls of about five years old was thrown to them. There were nine of them. But still only five survived. And the birth ... just not from anyone.

That's it.

As a result, I pumped cooking one more level, and then we went home. Rather, it was me who returned to the palace.

And the next day, when I came to the Arena, I saw a whole crowd of Amazons. More than a hundred is for sure.

Diana stepped forward and proudly said that they were the "champions" of yesterday's poker qualifiers between the Amazons. More than a hundred Amazons now want to "fight" with me in this sport and show how "cool" they are. Well, that's the gist of that great pompous speech our dear princess made.

And in the eyes that burned with excitement and anticipation of their victory in absolutely all women. Therefore, I think today it certainly does not shine for me to practice sword fighting and read the ancient scrolls ...

- Well, let the game begin ... - I sighed wearily, anticipating a strong mental and physical fatigue.

While we played, I thought about many other things along the way. What will I do when I return to the mainland? How will I be met? How is Pamela? What does Katherine mean to me? Can we be together?

And all these questions boiled down to some concepts: strength, knowledge and security.

This world, although "funny", but also dangerous. Why, one wonders, should I even get involved in Betts and the League? Why get into everyone's soul?

Interest? Boredom? Or something else?

The answer is much simpler. For the most part, I, unlike the past of Isaac Dinklage, do not care about this world, except for all the same interesting events and personalities. First of all, I wanted to get here because of this. I like this world. Even though he is insane and sometimes too illogical. But! I LIVE in it now. And it still changes something. I met a girl ... even a few girls with whom I would not mind living the rest of my life. This is certainly not love, but something more than passion.

In any case, even if not with Kat or Pamela, then with another woman I will one day start a family. And so that neither she nor our future children worry about their future and can safely be in it, I will have to do something to protect them.

And let the League be created without me. But the question is not whether I will be its initiator or participant. And in what it will be. The Justice League has a second word in its name for a reason. It was originally supposed to bring justice and security to humanity. And in fact it works like a PPP or Gai from my past world. It seems that there is work, it seems that they are doing it, but in fact there are no results. These constant "law-abiding, kind superheroes who save us" will not help my hopes of a safe existence for my loved ones.

And so I need to intervene. Although there are a lot of other reasons besides this.

For example, excitement! Who would not want to set a goal for themselves, let's say, to defeat the "god", I'm talking about the Kryptonians in battle. Or take out the Joker's brains (although I think it will be very difficult to do). In this regard, I probably have the makings of an adrenaline maniac.

And I am also interested in this world in terms of study. After all, having a system and the ability to develop in any direction, I have a very great potential.

How to unleash your potential? This requires obstacles and problems for me to solve. After all, when a person faces a problem, he has two choices. Either solve it, or surrender to the mercy of fate. In the past world, I had few chances to "show" myself and cope with all the difficulties. And in this I will be the last donkey if I do not do at least something.

Behind these thoughts, I did not notice how the time of our "championship" surfaced.

Attention!

You have completed the task.

"Player 2.0"

You had a unique opportunity to defeat not only the famous Amazon champion Artemis in a game of luck. But also a hundred of her sisters in arms. And you have dealt with it. Themiscira will be discussing the great poker champion Isaac Dinklage for a long time. You can be proud of yourself.

Done:

113 of 100

Reward:

+ 5000 experience,

enhancing relations with the Goddess Fortune.

+ 5 to luck

+ 10 free points.

Attention you got a new level!

Attention you got a new level!

...

Attention, you have upgraded the "Shuller" skill!

...

Your relationship with Themiskira has improved + 500.

I thought that was all, and when I came to my room, I saw that there was a small box on the bed with a letter on it.

I read it. It was in English:

"Greetings, my dear champion *. I am Fortune. Goddess of luck and prosperity. Today you have amused not only the God of Games and Hermes, but also me. And so I decided to help you, together with Hermes, to fulfill your secret desires. This "gift" will help you become better. I hope you will bring me joy no less than this gift from us - to you. "

After reading the sheet, it caught fire on its own and quickly disappeared without even scorching me. I opened the box and saw a small bottle of pale pink liquid.

And as I understand it must be drunk.

I was a little scared. After all, "gifts" from the gods, although a tempting business, but my instinct told me that something was wrong.

In the end, I decided it was-not-was and drank the whole bottle in one gulp. And nothing.

A minute, two ... five ... an hour passed and nothing happened. I didn't feel any changes, I didn't even receive messages from the System. I spat on everything and just went to bed.

It was only when I covered myself with a light sheet that I realized that for some reason I was hot. Very hot. My mouth was dry and thirsty. Weakness rolled over, everything blurred before my eyes. I wanted to call for help, but the voice did not obey. I couldn't even pronounce a word.

And then I fell into unconsciousness.

To be continued…

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