At Deathstroke's greeting, Thanos walked over between the many display cases. He politely avoided the assorted bottles and jars scattered everywhere, then reached the lounge area in a corner of the shop and sat down across from the Sorcerer Supreme.
The alien sofa let out a squelch beneath his massive body, then rebounded slightly like gel. He sank deeply into it and closed his eyes with a hint of exhaustion.
How was he still some fearsome dark overlord? He looked like nothing more than a farmer uncle who had worked all day and collapsed the moment he got home.
Taneleer Tivan's shop actually had a decent atmosphere. There was even something like an electronic diffuser inside. The dim room, faintly sweet air, and colorful neon lights outside the windows made it easy to relax.
"Death Seed? I've heard of it, but it has nothing to do with death."
The beer bottle Deathstroke handed him looked like a tiny vial of liquid medicine in his hand. There was only enough beer in it for a Titan to take one sip, but after moistening his throat, he began to explain what he knew.
"A very, very long time ago by your human standards, Death Seed appeared on Earth. I heard that the person who possessed it then was a Pharaoh. I don't really understand what Pharaoh means, but it should have been the leader of some region, right?"
Born on Titan, Thanos was the son of the Titans' leader at the time. The entire planet had only one government and followed an elite, high-efficiency technological rule. Naturally, he could not understand how a planet as small as Earth could have hundreds of countries.
"A Pharaoh? Heh. Let me guess, was that Pharaoh named Rama-Tut?"
A strange look appeared on Su Ming's face