What was happening now made it seem as though the Forerunners had crossed paths with Su Ming through two worlds at once.
That did not seem like a coincidence. Perhaps there was some other reason behind it.
But compared to the Beyonders and the Constructors, what were the Forerunners? They had not even broken out of the multiverse, and the upper limit of their power was nothing special.
Watching the Synthezoid appear on-screen with nuclear waste in both hands, Mothra stopped spinning her cocoon and seemingly began communicating with him. However, thick saliva dripped from her mouth. She was probably hungry as well.
Yet she was truly docile. Despite having an absolute advantage in size, she showed no intention of snatching the nuclear waste. She merely stared at the mineral slag on the tray with her compound eyes.
The Synthezoid was remotely controlled by the Adjutant, so naturally he did not drop the ball. He presented the gift, nudged it toward the cave entrance, and then began communicating with the giant butterfly through electrical pulse signals and sign language.
Su Ming waited patiently.
Mothra was a monster representing motherhood. As long as something benefited her children, she would consider it seriously.
Some monsters would come to steal and eat her eggs and larvae. A world without natural enemies was very tempting to her.
The only question was whether she could understand the concept of a Parallel World. As long as she understood that there was such a place where she could survive better, that was enough.
The people who had brought offerings, however, seemed displeased. They threw down the shoulder poles carrying pig heads and fruit, surrounded the Synthezoid, and looked ready to attack, as though afraid their moth god would be taken away.
Mothra had awakened very early. The