Su Ming had no need to think too much about Doctor Doom's request. After all, the mystery of "seven" had been entwined with him from the very beginning.
No matter where he went, he always encountered things connected to the number seven. Even Chaos Fort, which he had just visited, was a damn forty-nine stories tall.
Back in Hermione's homeland, Voldemort had seven Horcruxes. In Ciri's homeland, The North had fourteen kingdoms, while the known human world had twenty-one countries. In the Witchblade world Su Ming had recently sent Hermione to, the ancient divine weapon known as the Witchblade had seven requirements when choosing a host: confidence, resilience, strength, independence, ability, beauty, and wisdom.
Not to mention the DC and Marvel Universe, where Su Ming spent most of his time. There were simply too many things related to seven, everywhere he looked.
He wondered whether anyone had noticed the Stark Industries Building. If Tony's later-added penthouse and Avengers meeting room on the roof were excluded, the building stood three hundred and fifty meters tall and had exactly seventy floors.
Honestly, Su Ming had always told himself not to pay too much attention to that number and to treat investigating it as a long-term task.
Yet late at night, when all was quiet—or when he truly could not eat another bite of barbecue—his mind inevitably started turning on its own, recalling all sorts of things related to seven.
And today, Doom claimed he seemed to have discovered a connection between Cosmic Creation Matter and seven. How could Su Ming possibly refuse his request to borrow the Cosmic Cube?
"Yes, Victor. I trust you, and I'm willing to lend it to you."
Deathstroke rose from his chair and looked at the children playing video games in the distance.
"But you can't conduct