At the second Time Point, another Parallel World from the last great event, its destruction had been recorded for the archives. But records were all that remained.
The multiverse where 40K had originally existed contained many Single Universes. Some did not even have names or designations. Their destruction had happened earliest, yet hardly anyone even knew about it.
Deathstroke arrived at this Time Point with Death. It was New York again, but this time Su Ming wanted to do some role-playing. He and Death were now a pair of unlucky high school sweethearts.
"Wait, you're wearing CCU's face and playing a high school student? Your age seems a little off."
Death herself was fine. Her age would probably have ten digits if stated aloud, but she looked like a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl.
But Deathstroke's CCU appearance looked like a burly man of twenty-seven or twenty-eight, precisely that awkward age where he was too young to be a teacher yet too old to be a student.
"It's fine. I just need to make my face look younger." Su Ming reached up and did it himself. After being modified by Chaos Magic, even the appearance of his soul could be shaped at will. "Once you know what someone looks like, you can infer what they looked like when they were younger or older. It's a bit of forensic experience."
"Human experience?" Death watched Deathstroke reshape his face. He did not seem to deliberately change much, yet after a few motions, his features appeared to have suddenly become ten years younger. "That's amazing. So the traces time leaves on humans can be concealed with makeup."
"That's common knowledge. You just never needed it when you were human." Su Ming looked toward the Cartographers and Starro, who were assembling equipment on the school