"Mm, felt like I had a nightmare."
Su Ming climbed up from the heated brick bed, rolled his neck, and stretched hard.
The room was still the same room, but Big Cat was gone from beside him. Only empty cans littered the floor, one of them still spinning in circles with a crisp clinking sound.
"Stop Sepulk's jump, Adjutant. The discussion is over."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Su Ming lit a cigarette and spoke to the air beside him.
The Adjutant pushed the door open and came in from outside. This time, it was her true body. She walked behind Deathstroke in high heels and reached out with her little hands to massage him.
"Sheriff, is this what they call sleeping with a crick in your neck?"
Sepulk's low hum vanished. It returned to normal in an instant, and red light once again filled the room, coming from a proper-looking red lantern hanging from the ceiling.
"I have a Tenth Metal skeleton. A crick in my neck is impossible. That nightmare just hit a little too hard, so my brain feels numb."
Enjoying the Adjutant's massage, Su Ming fell silent in thought for a while before asking her, "Now that you have a new body, have you had any dreams lately?"
"Hehe. Although I have now been replaced with a flesh-and-blood body and look no different from a human, I am probably still destined to have nothing to do with dreams. First, I do not understand the form in which dreams exist. Second, I have no way to analyze something so full of variables with numbers. Finally, I do not need to sleep at all."
She did not sound regretful as she said it. She had never had dreams, so naturally she could not regret having lost