"It didn't seem to provide much training. Hermione acted too quickly."
Deathstroke sat on the monster's tail with a peculiar expression, equal parts gratified and helpless, as he told the Adjutant:
"Let her know to leave some training opportunities for the others. Don't have her zap every Kaiju the moment one appears. What are the students supposed to play with?"
"Understood, Sheriff."
The Adjutant snickered as she relayed the message. Hermione was not the strongest among the students—Magik was the strongest in terms of power, while Strange had the greatest potential—but Hermione was the smartest and most diligent. She imitated the Sheriff in almost every respect, and even her way of thinking had been cultivated to resemble his closely.
King Ghidorah had just flown over a new city and was preparing to unleash its lightning breath. Yet just as golden lightning covered its six eyes, the city collapsed and was destroyed amid another cloud of green smoke.
Furious, it landed and began flailing about, stomping its feet and beating its wings, clearly venting its anger on the ruins.
Fortunately, it was a Space Monster that could survive in space without breathing, and the gold in its scales was highly corrosion-resistant. Otherwise, at such close range to the poisonous gas, it would probably have kicked the bucket by now.
It was precisely because Su Ming knew those traits that he had Strangle choose this method.
"Have the first batch of souls reincarnated across universes been settled?" Deathstroke brought up the victims from Sydney. Given the liches' efficiency, it should have been finished by now.
"The delivery has been completed. They will reincarnate in worlds such as 'It' and 'Mist,' becoming the Americans they longed to be."
The white-haired girl displayed a projection: a reflection of the Dark Tower, where translucent white