The cold stone seat was thoroughly uncomfortable. That was probably why the gods disliked returning to their own homes. They would rather sleep beneath the trees outside or beside a stream than return to this dim, frigid environment.
Su Ming, however, adapted to this sort of setting quite well. Sitting in the middle of the hall, where he could not see his hand before his face, the distant doors of the grand temple looked like nothing more than a glowing white square.
There was nothing much to complain about, aside from the chair not being soft enough.
"Bobo, why do you think gods all like making rock-hard chairs? Olympus is like this, and so are Asgard and Egypt. The locals all seem to dislike sofas."
Looking at the furry little animal, Su Ming tapped out a string of Morse code with his fingers.
The ape curled up beneath the black fabric rolled his eyes. He typed on his phone inside his sleeve, then turned the screen toward Deathstroke:
"Probably because none of them invented springs."
"Heh heh, you're quite the clever little fellow."
Su Ming, transformed into First Born, showed no expression on his skull-like face, but he laughed inwardly. He had expected Bobo to offer some analysis regarding the traits of civilizations, but the ape had learned to slack off too.
Billy, who made up the legs, was already having trouble holding on. Even if Bobo was light, he still weighed over thirty kilograms. For a little boy who never exercised and only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun, that was a real burden.
Without transforming into Shazam, he was just an ordinary child, with no comparison whatsoever to Damian beside him. Damian had undergone brutal training.
Thus, the "Goddess" disguised by the two humans and one