"Why aren't you using your Synthezoids this time? I've noticed those strange creatures. You seem to like using them."
Oshtur shook the feathers on her shoulders and looked at the screen.
She watched as the Cosmic Cube twisted part of the maze into a human street, and Chthon stood there holding a fish head in confusion. With a smile in her voice, she questioned her spokesperson.
"It isn't safe enough. Although Chthon's understanding of his own identity has gone wrong, and he even thinks he's The Spectre, he is still an Elder God of your generation."
Smiling, Su Ming took a drag from his cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, then tossed one to his eager cousin.
"No matter how good Synthezoids are, they're still fake. They can fool humans and current human technology, but to deceive Chthon, we need real living creatures. Using the Cosmic Cube to create one or two creatures is manageable, but if we want to imitate a small town with tens of thousands of residents, using ready-made actors saves more energy."
Everyone had different powers of observation. Something like a Synthezoid could never fool Oshtur. As a Goddess who had practically witnessed the birth of every life form on Earth, she could still recognize a fake.
The same went for Chthon, even if he currently believed himself to be The Spectre.
"For the pain of every love held fast, for the wounds of every hate held fast..." Angerboda seemed not to care about anything else. She kept humming that song over and over, eagerly waiting for the plot to continue.
It was only because she had never watched Earth's melodramatic dramas before. A story of you love me, I love her usually ended with someone "going out to sea."
Sometimes there would be a good ship;