The Grim Reaper had come again. When Prophet declared an object's end, that object would involuntarily race toward its destined fate.
All sorts of accidents seemed full of causal logic, yet they became the most illogical methods of murder.
If she wanted to kill someone, all she needed was to make a motion that foretold their death, and everything would go as she wished.
The girl said Su Ming was special. Was it because he carried the aura of death, or because of the Comedian's Badge on his chest?
Hundreds of robots flew through the air like flies, while the glow of countless weapons illuminated the entire basement. This place looked like a logistics department used for maintenance, but now it was merely a hell on earth filled with smoke and flames.
But what did that matter? Before a high-level method akin to causality itself, all those robots were nothing but clay chickens and porcelain dogs.
Only within the Consciousness Layer could Charlie's powerful consciousnesses be so free and unrestrained. If they could appear in the Reality Dimension, the previous few incidents would probably have become much simpler.
Unfortunately, there were no what-ifs. In the Main Dimension, the one who usually appeared was Crazy Jane's personality. Occasionally, a few harmless personalities would emerge, but as for the others, unless the main body's existence was threatened, there was no chance of making them appear.
Autistic One. The Doom Patrol's defining trait as a whole was being autistic. If they had truly been willing to cooperate with the Justice League, they would not have ended up living in such straitened circumstances.
After briefly thinking about other matters, Su Ming looked back at the battlefield. The robots' wreckage had already piled into a small mountain, parked within a large circle formed by black