Yes, King Kong itself was not hard to find. Even though the island was full of towering mountains and dense forests, there were not many places large enough to hide it.
The Nanomachines had yet to find the so-called spacetime passage beneath Skull Island, but they had found it below a cliff. At the moment, the massive ape was playing with rocks.
When the camera angle shifted, it became apparent that it seemed to be drawing.
Its enormous palm held a sharp stone over two people tall, leaving white scratches across the cliff face. But judging by its artistic skill, all that could be made out was that it seemed to be drawing a sun—or a flatbread?
It first drew a not-quite-round circle, then filled it with a mess of lines. It drew with great seriousness, and there even seemed to be glimmers of intelligence in its dark, gleaming eyes.
The rain still poured down in sheets, but for something as strong as it, nothing seemed to be a problem. Its black fur provided ample warmth, helping it withstand the island's extreme weather.
Skull Island's conditions were truly strange. Su Ming had clearly arranged for rainfall across the globe, but once it reached the island, it became torrential rain mixed with snowflakes, as though the weather had turned even harsher.
"This segment isn't being broadcast, so the Overlord Organization won't see it. Don't worry." Deathstroke spoke to Strangler Sprout as he pulled out a packet of crispy noodles and took a bite. "King Kong likes humans. I have a great deal of goodwill toward it."
Liking someone was itself a kind of longing. Whether King Kong was attracted to humanity's appearance or liked their scent, it had helped a human expedition escape the pursuit of Skullcrawlers two years ago. That