Watching Chthon repeatedly try to turn the Cloak blue again with Chaos Magic, Deathstroke merely smiled and shook his head.
Because while dyeing it green, he had naturally also created a time loop for the garment. No matter how many times Chthon changed its properties, it would automatically turn green again.
"You know, he really does look a bit like The Spectre next door, except his fingernails are longer." Wade picked his nose through his mask. The breathable, sweat-wicking uniform material was somewhat rough, and rotating it inside his nostril even felt a little nice. "A bro from the Livestream just sent me a picture of The Spectre. If you didn't look closely, he'd be practically identical to this green-robed Chthon."
"But what is there to watch?" Oshtur tilted her head, making no attempt to hide her confusion.
"Don't be impatient, my Goddess. This is only the beginning. Next, I'm going to create a body in Chthon's likeness and put it into the theater. After all, I didn't dye Chthon's hat green for no reason."
Su Ming winked at her, then activated the Cosmic Cube once more.
Almost the next second, a humanoid creature identical to Chthon appeared before Joker Cow. He wore a blue hooded Cloak, with a cracked face and clawed hands tipped with long nails. Shielding the cow behind him, he said softly:
"Don't be afraid of this Imposter. I'm here. I'll protect you."
Though Joker Cow's eyes remained vacant, her voice was full of gratitude. She hid behind the counterfeit Chthon, wrapping her hooves around his sturdy arm and lowering her head shyly as she said:
"Oppa, saranghaeyo."
Clearly, Koreans had also lied about the question of their origins. They were not some cosmic race at all, because Chthon could not understand Korean.
Even so, seeing