"You killed him? Hmph, and you let him die too easily."
Kicking at the dust on the ground, Luthor looked somewhat dissatisfied. Under his previous agreement with Deathstroke, he had a stake in the Omega Universe too. The Remnant had touched this place, which meant he had touched the bald man's slice of the pie.
"Did you throw away your Anti-Hero code? Why didn't you slice him into a thousand pieces and feed every scrap to the Symbiotes?"
"A few months ago, I wanted to slice you into a thousand pieces and feed you to Strangle too, Lex."
Su Ming smiled as he began dissecting the corpse on the ground. He first chopped off the Remnant's head and fed it to his pet, then handed the body over to Luthor to take back for display in the Legion of Doom.
"But you're still alive now, entirely because I'm occasionally in a good mood and can see that you're more valuable alive. So stop complaining and make peace with yourself. Hahaha!"
As he spoke, he could not help making another joke. It was even funnier when he saw the constipated expression on the bald man's face.
Luthor took the headless corpse and chuckled.
"I know you won't kill me. After all, we're rather alike sometimes—both the sort of people who will stop at nothing to achieve our goals."
"Mm, perhaps."
Su Ming answered lightly, straightened up, and began digesting the Remnant's memories.
Apparently, the Remnant's ability had created far too many Parallel Worlds, leaving his mind in complete Chaos. There were also countless unreasonable speculations and deductions, along with vast quantities of biological research.
How should he put it? A drug-addicted biologist's mind was supposed to be like this, like a pot of stew with everything thrown in.
Still, it was