Meatball had no mouth or eyes. It looked somewhat like a gigantic heart, except like a chocolate fountain, red blood flowed endlessly from its top.
The last time Su Ming had seen this kind of meatball was in the Cancerverse. Though they looked like the same sort of fleshy growth, the one before him did not feel disgusting at all. Instead, it felt familiar, as if it had always been part of his own body.
It was pure, free of impurities, and entirely harmless.
The flesh and blood of the human body had originally been pure. It was only different souls and thoughts that turned them different colors, while The Red was simply the most natural primary color.
Its aura was filled with savagery and Chaos, for life was often an uncontrollable impulse. Yet what it said the next moment was rational.
"Deathstroke, this is our first time speaking. On behalf of all flesh-and-blood beings, we thank you."
The heart pulsed, and its voice rang directly within Su Ming's body, like a voice bug in his stomach, complete with an echo.
The Red referred to itself as "we." Perhaps it truly was plural, because its voice sounded like hundreds of millions of voices layered together—men and women, old and young, even animal cries. Yet somehow, its meaning could still be heard and understood.
It was a very strange sensation. Even floating in a sealed little world of crimson, he could feel himself connected to countless flesh-and-blood lives.
"You mean that business with The Black, right? No need to thank me. I just happened to be there." Su Ming looked at the enormous Meatball and realized it was not a material entity. The heart was merely an intuitive form humans could understand.
"Perhaps you do not realize it yourself, but your