Calling Daisy a slacker would not have been entirely accurate.
The One-Eyed Alien's chaos severely disrupted the spatial coordinates here. Even when she aimed straight ahead, a blink could send her jumping to the side.
She ran in a straight line, only to end up back where she had started. She could only move while analyzing the spatial laws here, advancing three steps and retreating two as she waited for an opportunity to charge toward the heart of the battle.
If she fought with the Star Brand's true body, she could ignore these spatial obstacles. With such abundant energy, there would be no need to worry about spatial chaos. She could simply charge through.
But using a human body multiplied the necessary variables severalfold. Seeing that Deathstrike showed no signs of weakening, Daisy was in no hurry to force her way in.
Unable to stop her, the One-Eyed Alien finally began to take this junior seriously.
The suckers on its tentacles slowly closed. When they opened again, they had turned into eyes—some large, some small, some standing alone, others clustered densely together.
The eyes were all different, and the emotions within them varied as well. There were men and women, old and young, ordinary intelligent lifeforms, and vertical pupils like those of beasts.
Yet without exception, they shared one characteristic: chaos.
In an instant, Daisy felt as though countless people were watching her, as if she stood in the central plaza of a city, surrounded by spectators three layers deep inside and out.
"Pointed at by a thousand men, dying without illness"—the phrase could not have been more fitting here. Those gazes carried countless tangled wills, and those wills contained consciousness. That consciousness wanted to kill her.
The gazes were too dense, filling every inch of space above, below, before,