Decay often occurred where people could not see it, beneath inconspicuous fallen leaves or inside deeply buried coffins, because no one wanted to admire the process of something entering death.
Even if it was an important link in the food chain.
Some humans liked growing flowers because flowers were beautiful. No one had ever heard of someone cultivating plants during the day just to absorb oxygen.
Some people liked keeping pets because cats and dogs were cute and could offer emotional companionship, not because they wanted those predators to fulfill their original duties in the ecosystem.
But The Black was absolutely the least welcome of them all. People always wanted to drive plagues, disasters, and extinction out of their lives, or at least throw them somewhere they could not see. Out of sight, out of mind.
Rot Country was such a place, squeezed underground by the dreams of the living, forever deprived of daylight.
Why? Simply because it was ugly. If it was not liked by humanity—the world's main characters—it would be cast into some pitch-black corner.
The stories of the multiverse basically all revolved around humans, didn't they?
It sounded somewhat unfair. At least, The Black thought it was unfair. It wanted to rise from underground and rule the Parliament of Life, and if possible, go even further.
But its representative, Anton, probably would not have the chance to fulfill that wish for it anytime soon.
Su Ming sometimes quite liked the way superheroes fought: ganging up on the few. After all, not every situation called for a one-on-one duel.
"Madame Arcane, I need some help from you."
He flew behind Anton. The three formed a line in the air, calling out past the bald man to Abby on the other side.
Abby, who also wielded the power of