Talking to smart people was always pleasant. Little Franklin had only been worried that Deathstroke would damage the "reference material," but now that the Sorcerer Supreme could provide other healthy universes as models, the problem no longer existed.
They would leave tonight.
After packing up the supplies and research materials in the castle, stuffing his muddleheaded mother and his perpetually deadpan sister into his pocket, Franklin declared that he was ready.
They would first enter the multiverse of 40K Earth, then gradually improve his own universe.
As for what Deathstroke's Earth was like, there was no need to consider it. No matter how bad it was, could it be worse than the wreck of a ship that was the Cancerverse?
Some might think Franklin was making his decision too rashly, but in truth, he was already on the fifth deck.
Your own ship could sink at any moment, and its grotesque appearance had drawn countless eyes. Now another ship was passing nearby—did you still have time to study whether it was sail-powered or steam-powered?
First, jump aboard. As long as the new ship did not sink for the time being, that was enough. The future could wait until later.
Su Ming understood the boy's thinking as well. He was not some invincible protagonist who could make others bow and worship him.
But relationships between people were fundamentally about mutual use. Both Parallel World 40K-1 and 40K-2 had been conducting experiments on "the direction of human evolution." Now, with Franklin's universe added to the mix, they had one more volunteered lab rat.
Once he entered Deathstroke's cage—ship—it would be hard to jump off again. He could just honestly contribute to humanity.
Though both sides had their own calculations in mind, in the dark hall of the castle, Deathstroke still warmly held