Su Ming already knew most of Gorr's story. After hearing it once, he confirmed that it matched his memories almost exactly.
Monark and the others listened quite seriously, especially Pym. He was now as calm as Dead Water, seemingly no longer interested in standing up for any intelligent species. Maybe he had come to terms with it, or maybe he was simply keeping it bottled up inside.
But that did not matter. Ants could not enter the universe, and in space, he was nothing more than a tool.
The large book in Old Demon Spirit's hands was actually a terminal. It looked like a book, but when opened, it resembled a gigantic laptop.
All the stories recorded on paper had backups here.
However, compared to the Great Library in the Dreaming of the neighboring DC Universe, the Knowledge Sanctum was clearly far more primitive. There were no stories here that had yet to be written, and destroying the books themselves would not affect the workings of the universe.
In the Library of Dreams, if a story was burned, that story would be erased from the DC Universe as though it had never happened. That was obviously some kind of rule involving imagination.
This place was more like a telephone answering machine. It merely kept records.
"I can't judge Gorr's actions. After all, his former gods really did seem rather..." Monark said after hearing Gorr's story. He uneasily rubbed his hands together, searching for an appropriate word, while the little mustache above his lip twisted and turned.
"Stupid." Su Ming supplied the word for him, then claimed Old Demon Spirit's massage chair. Feeling the massage and therapy technology countless years beyond Earth, he comfortably closed his eyes. "Gods who have nothing but blood sacrifices on their minds are called stupid. If