"You seem to know a great deal, Deathstroke. Please forgive me for taking your name from Aphra's mind." Hook Spore wriggled after the two of them, seemingly fascinated by the man who radiated darkness from head to toe. "I can't read your thoughts, but I could sense that you thought about a great many things just now."
"Oh? You can sense that too? As expected of someone who uses the Life Force. No living person can escape your perception." Su Ming smiled at the mushroom, but found himself facing the same problem as Aphra.
He had no idea where to look when speaking to him. The mushroom had no face.
"Hey! Why are you apologizing to him? I'm the one whose memories you peeked at!" Aphra turned her head and pointed at her own face, grumbling in annoyance.
Deathstroke, her employer, was strange enough already. Now a Bubble Mushroom had shown up, and he was an outright monster.
She couldn't even follow the conversation between these two oddballs. That made it stranger still!
"Don't worry about the details." Deathstroke smiled, stepped around a raised section of deck, and pried open a compartment door on his way to the control room. "Come on, archaeologist. I imagine this is what the mushroom wanted to give you."
Why had the mushroom apologized to him after reading Aphra's memories? Simple. He knew he couldn't beat Deathstroke, so naturally he was being polite. Keen perception had its advantages.
What Su Ming wanted Aphra to see was a seat in the cockpit—or perhaps an egg-shaped chamber.
He didn't know how the ship had been designed back then. Perhaps as a safety measure, it had no chairs. To pilot it, a person had to secure themselves inside a sealed, egg-shaped metal structure, like a nesting doll.
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