In a world of nothing but black and white, the girl holding a black lace parasol still smiled warmly.
Souls passed by her one after another. No matter what kind of people they had been, she offered them the same love.
The gray-white souls possessed their final fictional bodies in this world, still retaining their memories from life. Not every soul remained calm before entering the tunnel of reincarnation. Many were afraid or furious.
Some wanted to turn back, unwilling to part with everything they had possessed while alive.
Some wanted to vent, believing they had died unjustly, and so they cursed at the girl without end.
Others felt fear. They cowered and hesitated, even wanting to remain forever in this gray-white world. The other side of the tunnel was unknown, and the unknown was the most terrifying thing of all.
Unfortunately, they had no choice. Having arrived in this kingdom of death and been fed into the gigantic machine called the universe, they no longer had control over themselves.
No matter what attitude they took, Death's smile would not change, nor would their fate.
Time here could be infinitely brief or infinitely long. No soul could remain angry or sorrowful alone. They had to hand their emotions over to Death, then, like blank sheets of paper, be painted upon once more by The Void and begin the cycle anew.
Fortunately, Su Ming was different from them. He had a choice.
"Hello, Death."
In this world, even his black-and-yellow armor had become gray and black. Only Death could possess color here, yet she chose to be black and white like everyone else, never wearing bright clothes.
Standing at the entrance to the tunnel, which resembled the tip of a fallen spinning top, Death smiled at Deathstroke, who had once again