"Eek."
Strangle indicated that the girl was not human at all. She did not even have the scent of bodily fluids on her, so she could not possibly be the host's child.
But Su Ming thought of something else. He reached out and rubbed the girl's head.
"You're... Little Guy, my Cosmic Cube?"
"That's right, it's me. Good thing you can understand this transformation. Trying to communicate with you in lower dimensions was exhausting!" She let out a sigh of relief, then grabbed Deathstroke's hand and pulled him toward the living room. With every step she took, all kinds of furniture grew up from the floor, arranging itself exactly as Deathstroke would have liked.
Though she was tiny, she possessed immense strength. She effortlessly dragged Deathstroke along and even pressed him onto the sofa.
"All right, my Cosmic Cube turned into a person in the Beyond Realm, and she has a house. I think I roughly understand the extent of your authority here."
Su Ming pulled out a soda from his waist pouch, leaned back on the sofa, and took a drink.
"But what did you want to tell me? Why were you being so sneaky? And where did the Constructors, Celestials, and Nuwali I threw in here earlier go?"
Little Guy hopped onto the sofa and sat beside Deathstroke. She frowned and pondered for a while before figuring out how to describe it in terms a man could understand.
"Not every Cosmic Cube is a Beyonder, you understand that, right?"
"I do. For example, the Skrulls' Terraformer isn't one, and neither are you. But honestly, I still don't know where you came from. The first time I saw you was with Hydra." Su Ming tried holding the soda to the little girl's mouth and discovered that she really could