"So his true identity was someone I'd never even heard of."
Strangle ate some of the brains scattered across the ground and read a portion of the dead man's memories.
Eight-Ball's past was as unremarkable as Deathstroke had expected. This pervert, who seemed to suffer from split personality disorder, was an ordinary second-generation Japanese immigrant. Before gaining Starbrand's power, he had been at the very bottom tier among countless masked villains.
The kind who couldn't even support himself through crime and had to go out and work under his real identity.
After all, the things prohibited by law were immensely profitable. If he couldn't even make money in such lucrative lines of work, how much could he possibly earn working at a convenience store legally?
Then again, if his life hadn't been so miserable, he probably wouldn't have been driven insane.
"Do we still need this?"
Wanda looked at the unconscious fat woman on the ground below, unsure whether she should carry her back into this dilapidated building. After all, half the structure was gone, and it looked ready to collapse at any moment.
She raised her other hand, the one not holding soda. A ball of white light was caught in the claws formed from red energy.
It twisted and struggled, yet could not escape the prison of distorted "reality."
"This is the energy parasite, Starbrand. But destroying it would be meaningless. On the contrary, if we killed it, the Cosmic Will would send another one." Su Ming shook his head and had Cloak wrap up the sphere of light to prevent the energy from escaping. "This is thanks to your Chaos Magic as well. Otherwise, catching something invisible like this would have been quite troublesome."
"How did you know I could reach through Eight-Ball's body and directly grab