Nobody can stop me from drawing cards in Gotham!

Chapter 40 The Imposter Bruce Wayne?

Regardless, Jaeger still took the Poison Mist, who had successfully been promoted to a personal role-playing instructor, with him when he went out.

As a 350-meter-long luxury cruise ship, the Prayer of the Seas has a rather large floor area, and it is quite normal to get lost if you try to find your way on your own.

Therefore, to avoid this situation, Jaeger chose to let the poisonous fog lead the way to the restaurant downstairs.

Meanwhile, the toxic fog was still diligently explaining the character of [Landon Parrels] to Jaegercow on the road—

"You're a socially awkward person."

"What am I?"

Jaeger was shocked. He looked at his flamboyant flip-flops and then at his incredibly stylish floral shirt. What kind of social anxiety could someone have dressed like that?

Is it the abbreviation for "social terrorism"?

"It's not what you think." Poison Mist realized her words had been misunderstood and quickly explained, "You're not actually socially awkward, but you want others to think you are."

"What do you mean?" Jaeger finally became serious.

"As the chairman of the Parrels Corporation and one of Gotham's youngest billionaires, you are very low-key and rarely attend banquets, charity events, or even brunch at the Billionaire Brotherhood," Poison Mist explained. "So many people think you're not good at socializing, and they simply don't bother inviting you except for certain necessary business events."

Jaeger: "..."

He suddenly remembered what Batman had said before about "keeping a low profile"... He never expected that the truth was actually like this.

"Even for this party, if it weren't for the recent collaboration on a project with the Wayne Group, and the Wayne Group inviting you in Bruce Wayne's name, you might have declined again."

"Is that so?" Jaeger didn't seem to care that Bruce Wayne was everywhere, since his current identity didn't allow him to have any connection with Wayne like [Jaeger Winchester].

So he just seemed to understand what the purpose of creating a "socially anxious" persona was.

At first glance, becoming a billionaire overnight seems like a good thing... but that's not actually the case.

Jaeger had never been a truly wealthy man, let alone a young tycoon from the East Coast of the United States, so he knew nothing about it.

Therefore, if you act too flamboyantly, firstly, you are likely to be exposed in many ways; secondly, you are likely to be ostracized from the social circle by the Gotham elite, a group that despises the nouveau riche and idolizes so-called "old money" families; and thirdly, you are likely to attract unnecessary risks to yourself.

After all, although Jaeger didn't know much about superhero culture, he had at least watched a lot of movies and TV series and knew that in this kind of worldview, arrogant rich guys were always the first to be dragged out by the villains as cannon fodder.

After all, everyone dreams of hanging capitalists on streetlights, and when these capitalists are particularly arrogant and domineering, this dream may be turned into reality by some hot-tempered criminals.

Besides, Langdon is in Gotham, a place teeming with criminals and where the mentally ill are treated like dogs. If he dares to act recklessly just because he has money, even with the toxic fog around, he'll probably get a lot of trouble coming his way.

"So in formal settings, you need to act less sociable," Poison Mist said. "Other than that, there's nothing particularly noteworthy."

"After all, apart from Langdon Parrels being a socially awkward person, no one really knows much about this guy who's rarely seen, so even if you have amnesia, no one will notice anything amiss."

Jaeger was a little shocked. His past self hadn't actually dug a pit for his future self; instead, he had paved a path for him.

The character's intermittent amnesia and toxic fog, coupled with his social anxiety, greatly reduced the difficulty of his role.

As expected of me, the clever and resourceful player.

……

Before he knew it, Jaeger had arrived at one of the restaurants on the cruise ship.

There are actually many restaurants on the cruise ship, and they serve specialties from various continents at different times, so no matter where you're from or what time you wake up, you can find something to suit your taste. (Note)

In order to fit Langdon's socially awkward persona and to make it easier to secretly feed him the toxic fog, Jaeger sneaked away to a corner like a thief as soon as he entered the restaurant and sat down at a table away from the crowd.

However, even if you can avoid talking to people when choosing a table, you still have to talk to the waiter when ordering food.

But the waiter's expression immediately betrayed a knowing look upon seeing Jaeger: "Mr. Parrels? It's an honor to have you dining at our restaurant!"

Just as Jaeger was wondering if this could be considered an honor, the waiter added, "Because we always thought you would just have your meals delivered to your room and never leave the house."

Jaeger: "..."

Holy crap! There are actually experts at portraying social anxiety?!

However, he was the only expert, so Jaeger could only accept it and then order under the enthusiastic guidance of the waiter.

He simply ordered some food pairings recommended by the waiter, and then, with his mind racing and muttering to himself, "I want to eat this, I want to eat this too," he ordered several chocolate-related desserts.

Putting everything else aside, the service on this cruise ship was truly excellent, well worth the generous tip Jaeger gave—a moment of great relief that Langdon was a wealthy man—the food arrived quickly and tasted great, especially a certain chocolate brownie cake that was highly praised by the toxic fog.

But peaceful life never lasts long. Considering that the event cards haven't been triggered this round, Jaeger should have realized this sooner.

So, halfway through the meal, the poisonous fog suddenly said in Jaeger's mind, "Landon, there's movement at the door."

Hmm? Jaeger glanced over instinctively, then narrowed his eyes.

A huge crowd had gathered at the restaurant entrance, pushing and shoving each other in a noisy scene. Anyone who didn't know better would think that some international superstar had just parachuted onto the deck, so much so that everyone was scrambling to get a glimpse.

"What's going on?" Jaeger asked the poisonous fog in his mind.

"I'll go check it out!" The poisonous mist, still full of energy after its meal, spontaneously split off some mist that could connect the five senses and flew silently along the ceiling toward the restaurant entrance.

Upon reaching the airspace above the group, the poisonous fog instantly shared sensory information, allowing Jaeger to see from above what was happening there.

But to Jaeger's surprise, the reason that made these people suddenly excited and crazy... was actually the same person.

But not a superstar, but some... man?

Jaeger couldn't see clearly and asked the poisonous fog, "Can we get any closer? I want to know who it is."

Poisonous Fog: "No problem."

As the poisonous fog manipulated the mist to descend, due to shared senses, the chatter of the surrounding crowd reached Jaeger's ears:

"Is it him? Is it really him?"

"Didn't they say he broke his leg while doing extreme sports, so he simply didn't come aboard?"

"Who cares! But look at that face, that black hair and those mesmerizing blue eyes! Who else could it be?"

Ok?

Jaeger, who had automatically detected the keywords, suddenly realized something, and then heard a sentence:

"It's definitely him! If that person isn't our Bruce, I'm dancing for three hours straight tonight!"

Huh? Jaeger was stunned for a moment, Bruce... Bruce?

Didn't they say that this guy hadn't shown up on the deck at all?

But more than that, the descending fog faithfully projected the figure being surrounded by the crowd into Jaeger's eyes.

That person indeed had black hair and bright blue eyes.

That person was indeed handsome and physically strong.

Meanwhile, the girls enthusiastically sidling up to him were still warmly inviting him: "Did you get eaten by a sea monster these past few days, Bruce? We've been waiting for you!"

But the problem is...

Yegezai scrutinized the person closely, his eyes filled with doubt.

—But this person, this young man whom everyone calls Bruce… isn’t Bruce Wayne at all?