"Are you sure this is the right way to fight? I actually have stronger moves."
The cockpit of Leopardon was brightly lit. The spotless metal walls could even reflect people's silhouettes. Takuya sat in a chair with his arms folded, watching the battlefield beyond the cockpit.
This giant robot had originally been a transformed spaceship, so the bridge had plenty of room. It could easily accommodate a hundred people or more.
It was just a little too empty. The vast hall did not even have chairs for guests.
There were not many people behind him, only the small group that had been following Deathstroke. Jessica was the one who spoke.
The evacuation route Black Widow had prepared had proven extremely useful. When the Inheritors launched their surprise attack, everyone had escaped smoothly according to plan. They still had the spare capacity to help others, earning her a more important voice in the group.
She knew Deathstroke had treated her as bait, but she wanted to prove that she was capable of far more than that.
Just as Nick Fury had initially regarded her as nothing more than a cloned Spider-Man, a disposable among countless Clones. But through mission after mission and her own hard work, she had proven herself. Now she was a Level Seven Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., living a better life than before and receiving more respect.
Sometimes, it did not matter how others viewed you. What mattered was that you could not look down on yourself because of it.
During this Multiversal Level operation, Jessica had vaguely sensed the approach of some future crisis. So she secretly decided to draw closer to Deathstroke's faction, which was clearly prepared, in hopes of surviving whatever came next.
Compared to the Inheritors, Deathstroke felt even more terrifying. Though that man often