Time flowed swiftly over the long years. Manipulating time within a localized space did not consume much energy.
When the Old Ones were generous, they were truly generous. The "power" Angerboda had charged Su Ming with was probably enough to create another dimension complete with every kind of concept.
A million years passed within the theater, yet only an instant passed outside. All three witnessed Chthon's transformation.
From initially intending to kill Joker Cow, to being forced to coexist with it, to now being led astray by it—if nothing else, Chthon's understanding of art had surely improved considerably.
His nostrils had also gotten much larger, because the knockoff Toshio had been picking them for the past million years. At first, he used fingers; later, he switched to fists, then feet. If this continued, Su Ming suspected he would start using his head.
"I don't know if it's just me, Cousin, but why do I feel like Chthon looks different now? He kind of looks like a boar spirit now, doesn't he?"
Deadpool scratched his butt, blissfully tore off a piece of skin, and shuddered as he spoke. He sounded strangely pleased.
"Anyone's nostrils would get bigger after being picked for a million years. Stomp your foot long enough and it'll go numb too." Su Ming smiled and raised the Cosmic Cube, preparing for the next step. "Now, let's alter the space and drop the God Eater into the theater."
The God Eater had originally been wandering aimlessly elsewhere in Blood-Seeking Ice City, searching everywhere for the Great Shadow's scent like a bloodhound. His umbilical-cord-like tongue dangled outside his mouth, dripping yellowish-brown saliva all the way. Though the floor was also caught in a Time Loop, he had still corroded the maze floor until it smoked and stank.
No matter how