The girl's words provided a new line of thought.
Why did all the sorcerers want to go out and make their fortunes? Because someone had made a fortune out there, then returned looking like a newly rich tycoon, making many sorcerers who thought themselves no less capable want to go out and get a piece of the action too?
What the sorcerers sought was not merely gold and jewels. It could be power, authority over concepts, Magic Items, or simply the answer to a secret.
This world held too many temptations. At least, that was true for people with ambition.
But Su Ming did not think he was the example of someone who had "struck gold," because DC was different from Marvel. Every spellcaster here knew Deathstroke was not a sorcerer. Even if he possessed The Upside-Down Man and could cast spells, was directly using Cosmic Energy not more convenient?
"A spellcaster who came back from outside and gained power... Hmm, I can't think of anyone." Su Ming continued drinking, pulling out his own pack of drunken peanuts as a snack. "These Mages who left have some kind of role model. Looks like that role model is plotting something."
The girl shrugged. She grabbed a handful of peanuts too and leaned against the bar.
"Unfortunately, everyone who knew something gave in to temptation and left our multiverse. Even if you want to find someone to ask now, you might not be able to find them."
"I could visit a few Prophets, or just ask the one right in front of me." Su Ming poked the Cockroach in the sink behind him. "Ezekiel, do you know who this model gold prospector is?"
The Cockroach's two Little Black Beans could not roll their eyes, but the way it turned its back while