At the mention of the slots Shane was offering for the otherworld mission, Chronos's eyes, dulled by resentment, instantly lit up.
Honestly, he had never worked for a boss like this before.
Most of the time, Shane ignored him, as though he did not exist.
Whenever Shane needed him, he grabbed him and put him to work without even asking.
But now, all of that seemed to have changed.
The dejection that had built up for so long vanished, and undisguised excitement spread across his face.
"An otherworld mission? I'd love to go!"
But Chronos quickly glanced down at his jacket, and his expression stiffened.
Without that Battle Armor that could manipulate space and time within a limited area, he had nothing.
He was just an ordinary man now.
His physical combat ability alone did not even rank among the Teen Titans. If he went along, he would most likely only hold them back.
Back when he had his Battle Armor, he had barely qualified as a decent fighter among second- and third-tier metahumans. His localized manipulation of space and time could even hold Monarch up for a while.
But with his Battle Armor destroyed, he was just a middle-aged man who could fight a little.
And that only put him on the level of a barroom thug. Never mind Tim and Cassandra-even Mal and Mia could put him down easily.
Shane coughed, beckoned, and pulled a huge pile of items he had seized lately out of the Shadow Dimension.
At the lower end were energy guns stripped from the arms of Apokolips's Parademons.
In the middle were the weapons of those Dark Elite Corps members, including fist blades, a cane, and a torch imbued with the power of destruction.
There were also the Valkyrie's whip and short sword.
Finally,