Cyborg, who had just undergone the modification, had a splitting headache. It was not only from Deathstroke smacking him with a Frying Pan; the Mercenary's actions had also struck his soul like a psychic frying pan.
He had wanted to regain a flesh-and-blood body, to prove that he was human, but after being messed around by Deathstroke and his dark friends, he seemed to have become a monster instead.
Especially when Deathstroke ordered him to turn into "Wilson Black Toothpaste," he could not shake the feeling that it was some kind of prank.
Normal robots did not turn into toothpaste, did they? What was the point of such a transformation? Could a Dark Tyrant like Darkseid be brushed white?
But the deed was done, and it was too late for regrets.
From another perspective, the modification had succeeded. Even Luthor objectively admitted that Cyborg now surpassed Amazo in many respects.
Though it would have been better if Luthor had put down the toothbrush and plastic cup Deathstroke had given him before saying that.
"Okay, all the data looks normal, and the transformation effect is pretty good."
With white foam around his mouth, Deathstroke gave his conclusion. He tipped back his head and gargled the water in his mouth for a while, then even collected and stored the water he spat out.
"Cheer up, Victor. Although we haven't found a particularly suitable replacement for your 'little brother' yet, we found a few bio-cultured octopus tentacles to make do for now. There'll always be a chance to upgrade to something better in the future."
Cyborg was not happy at all. He even felt a little like dying.
"What use are these new abilities of mine in battle? Just kill me."
"You're too rigid in your thinking. Who said merchandise from a department