"Why do I remember giving the book back to you? Didn't the cat carry it off?"
As he spoke, Su Ming rummaged through his waist pouch. It really was not there. He had only glanced at the Book of Destiny back then; it was pretty much the same as the Blank Heavenly Book.
That had originally been a trap the Endless set for Uncle Darkseid. Destiny had used his own life as bait, making Darkseid let his guard down, only for Deathstroke to corner and kill him on Omega Earth. After all, Uncle Darkseid had probably thought, Destiny is on my side, right? That was what the book said, after all.
But Su Ming knew that only blind people could read that book. He was missing one eye, but he had no desire to go blind.
As a transmigrator, he was practically a Prophet already. He had no use for the Book of Destiny. He could go to the library in Dream Castle and read stories whenever he wanted, so who cared about destiny?
Even if he really wanted omniscience, it would be better to have Strangle eat Destiny. What the hell was the point of reading a book?
So when they had parted ways, he had told Dream of a Thousand Cats to take the book. It was useless to him anyway. Only an idiot would become the second Destiny.
"It really isn't with you?" Death lowered her hand, folded up her parasol, and leaned her little head over to peer into Deathstroke's waist pouch.
Even with the Felcloth Bag left open, ordinary people could not see what was inside.
But Death was different. She was a concept by nature, so she could sense many things eyes could not see.
The book really was not with Deathstroke.
"This is