It had originally been a good thing, but at that very moment, everything around them instantly lost its color. The lights overhead vanished, the wall before them turned into lines and gradually faded away, and as far as the eye could see, only the Infinite Universe shimmered like a starry sky.
The president, who had been talking grandly with reporters in the briefing room just moments ago, had somehow appeared before Deathstroke. His black face bore nothing but a half-smile.
"Oh, dear Deathstroke, you truly break my heart. You handled this Multiversal Crisis quite well, and I was planning to give you a reward. Yet you're plotting to drive me away again."
Su Ming spread his hands and stood in front of Mr. Li, his voice equally innocent.
"I'm doing this for your own good, Pharaoh. You've been away from home for so long. It's time you went back and saw your brothers and blood relatives."
"Hehehehe. Is that some kind of human joke?"
The president floated amid the stars. The suit on his body twisted and writhed, transforming into a pharaoh's robe woven from linen and gold thread. A two-toned crown of gold and blue emerged atop his head.
His face became a patch of void, with only two points of light shining like stars. Those were his eyes.
Only after revealing the Black Pharaoh's true form did he continue.
"I have no flesh and blood at all. I am the concept of madness, the desire in people's hearts, the universe's magnificent dream, the door beyond your imagination. Are you sure you wish to abandon your chance at ascension? The truth of all this is clearly within reach."
"Truth?" Deathstroke's voice came from behind his mask, devoid of emotion.
"Yes, the truth. In terms you humans can understand, it