"Ah, I can understand wanting to build a utopian world, but this isn't how you do it."
Unable to find where his opponent was hiding for the moment, Su Ming simply dismissed his mask, sighed, and sat on a basketball as he spoke to the Remnant, wherever he might be.
"You've basically made cage after cage, tricked people into them, then arranged beautiful scripts and made them the protagonists of a city drama. That won't work, because there will always be outside threats—threats even stronger than you. When that happens, where will the heroes capable of protecting Earth be? Sucking on the pacifiers you gave them and enjoying their Simulated Life?"
The logic was simple, but the clearly deranged Remnant could not hear it. The colors of heaven and earth began to shift again as he said, "Do you think you can represent everyone? How do you know others don't want happiness? Arrogance and ignorance are exactly what describe you. Happiness should not be limited to material foundations; it should include spiritual fulfillment as well! The spirit and soul are the meaning of human existence. Fine, you're stubborn. Then let me show you what your friends think now! Let's let the facts speak for themselves!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky flickered several times like a lightbulb with a faulty connection.
The next second, Deathstroke appeared in a typical middle-class American neighborhood.
Rows of varied little houses stood along both sides of the road. Some pedestrians were jogging, some were walking their dogs, but none of them were in any hurry. Their lives were clearly leisurely and comfortable.
Although Deathstroke, clad in full heavy armor, was obviously a stranger, the residents still greeted him warmly with friendly smiles.
Before him stood a lovely two-story villa. The lawn in