Chapter 2155: Ultimate New World (34)_1

Spider Silk chose to leave. Bruce did not explain his inner turmoil to her, and Spider Silk, not a particularly comforting person herself, perhaps needing some quiet time, chose to walk unceremoniously into the depth of the fog.

Bruce slowly squatted on the ground, feeling as if his internal organs had been emptied. His chest was extremely compressed inward, causing a hollow pain.

"I told you you should see a psychologist," Aisha sighed softly, "If only Professor Shearer was here."

"Could he cure me?"

"He would keep you too busy to have any idle thoughts."

Bruce sniffled. The anger and resentment he had felt before vanished, leaving him feeling empty and lost, unsure of what choice to make.

Given the current situation, he really had no ability or necessity to reverse Spider Man's death.

He didn't understand the rules of this mysterious Fog Realm at all, so he likely wouldn't find a way to accidentally re-encounter the past Spider Man.

And Spider Man's death had nothing to do with him. When Spider Man died, he could still obtain the coveted superpower.

So, he could just do nothing.

Bruce closed his eyes and sighed. In the end, he still stood up and made his own decision.

Bruce picked up Aisha and walked into the depth of the fog, not knowing how far they'd gone, until he had exhausted all his energy and had to sit on the side of the road for a short rest.

Overwhelmed by fatigue, Bruce woke up to find the fog dispersed and the weather becoming warm again. He knew they had left the East Coast and returned to San Francisco.

The car they had been driving was parked on the side of the road. Aisha turned her head to look at Bruce and asked, "Going to Osborn's?"

Bruce shook his head, "No, we're going to the lab Spider Man mentioned to see where he ended up."

The two got in the car, with Aisha still in the passenger seat. While driving, Bruce asked, "Do you have any guesses about the mysterious Foggy Space? Anything will do. Little Batman, it's all up to you now."

"I'm not Batman," Aisha crossed her arms and puffed up her cheeks, somewhat angry, "My dad had to work really hard not to become Batman."

"You don't know how good you have it," commented Aisha, who had become more fluent in speaking after all these experiences. "Some people have to pay unimaginable prices to be ordinary."

"What's so good about being ordinary?"

"Being ordinary is wonderful, beyond your imagination," Aisha huffed, "I can spend a whole day with Selina eating at all street food spots in the East District, I can play with watering cans in Professor Shearer's backyard and soak Zimuerke with water, I can even chase and bite the Godfather's mob boss in his mansion."

"That doesn't sound ordinary at all."

"But it's much better than the madmen who are the Batmen," Aisha retorted, "The last time they played carefreely was probably when they were in the womb."

Bruce felt like he'd been shot, because hell, Aisha was right.

As far as Bruce could recall, he never really had a carefree moment. Not to mention a whole day, even an hour spent playing blocks was for developing manual skills.

The expectations of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne weren't low, but unfortunately, Bruce wasn't particularly gifted. The most exciting and anticipated moment he could remember was just before the last time he went to the movies with his parents.

"Do you think I should give up?" Bruce asked.

"I don't think it's easy for you to give up," Aisha pouted, her expression clearly saying 'don't ask such an obvious question'.

Bruce finally laughed. The car sped on against the morning light, disappearing in a cloud of dust.

"The fog isn't completely without patterns," Aisha, looking out at the scenery, said, "At least as far as we can see, whether it's what we've encountered, or what others we've met in the Foggy Space have encountered, all have entered the Mysterious Space while driving or moving quickly."

"Maybe the speed could be a criterion, but it might be something more mystical, like when we're anxious to get somewhere, the fog appears and draws us into the Mysterious Space."

"How does the fog know... alright, we've already traveled through time and space, what else is impossible?" Bruce sighed, conceding to Aisha's theory.

"So we must want to urgently go somewhere to enter the space within the fog again. Aren't we already doing that?" Bruce slapped the steering wheel, "Why hasn't the fog appeared?"

"Time might also be a factor," Aisha suggested while contemplating, "From some legend stories, it could be deduced that mysterious events happen more often during early morning and evening."

Bruce glanced at the clock, the time was indeed getting late. Anyone who continued to procrastinate couldn't brazenly claim it was still early morning at ten o'clock.

"So we have to wait until tonight, we..."

Barely had Bruce started speaking when he slowly opened his mouth in surprise because the long-lost Golden Gate Bridge, appearing in his field of vision, had exploded.

They were driving towards downtown San Francisco and couldn't avoid seeing the Golden Gate Bridge. Bruce was concentrating on driving, only taking quick glances at the scenery outside the window. As soon as he caught sight of the Golden Gate Bridge, this famous structure from Hollywood film history once again exploded like in a movie.