"No wonder it was Doom. I had no idea how you father and son pulled it off. I thought I'd have to handle it myself."
Su Ming remarked as he moved closer to the pink cube. The Little Yellow Guy inside saw him as well, and the two began staring each other down.
The Constructor was quite composed. Even trapped within the universe's fetal membrane, he showed no panic, nor did he struggle or lash out. He merely stood quietly in the center of the cube, waiting for his Destiny to descend.
Very rational. Extreme materialists were all like that, and the Constructors even more so.
Su Ming had never fought the Constructors before, but in the comics he had read in his previous life, this race had always been the type to remain expressionless even at death's door.
The reason was simple. Like the Beyonders, they were incomplete. What they lacked was called—emotion.
They had parents, brothers, and sisters too, but to them, those were merely terms that existed because of their origins and carried no other meaning. In their highly technological society, calling a creature "Mom" or "Zhang San" made no difference.
"Not everything requires the Sorcerer Supreme to act, and not every Mage is useless. At the very least, Doom is not." Doctor Doom laughed, folding his arms without explaining how he had captured the prisoner, as though the whole matter were beneath mention.
If he explained it just to claim credit, it would not be Doom's style. His air of superiority had always been steady, maintained by one method: No explanation.
"Ah, well said. Heh heh."
With a sarcastic drawl, Wanda rolled her eyes and looked toward the corner of the alley. There was a pile of trash there, but someone seemed to have gone through