The Treasure Map could not affect the Death Seed. Su Ming had been mentally prepared for that.
After all, while the map was useful, it was still only a Cosmic Oddity from the Seventh Firmament. Compared with the Death Seed, which had been born in the era of the First Firmament, there was bound to be a gap.
Treasures were like ginger—the older, the spicier.
But it did not matter if this path was blocked. Su Ming had a backup plan: find Death.
Death had been born in the Second Firmament and gone through many cycles of reincarnation. But Deathstroke did not believe she had absolutely nothing to do with the Death Seed.
What did Thanos know? He was nothing but a simp. How could he understand anything about a Goddess?
But Thanos seemed rather useful now. As the former leader of the universe's greatest gang of space bandits, his reputation carried weight.
"Thanos, think about it. If Death wanted to break up with you, why wouldn't she tell you face-to-face?" On the bustling street, Su Ming patted Purple Sweet Potato's thick arm and earnestly helped him analyze the situation. "She must have had some concern, or perhaps someone forced her. You have to find her. No matter what, you need an answer in person."
Su Ming began exploiting Thanos's weakness: his strange love for Death.
To him, Death was a friend, a teacher, a mother, and a lover. His love for Death was exceptionally fervent, exceptionally twisted, and exceptionally perverse.
Looking back at the old stories, Death had tormented him a thousand times, yet he treated her like his first love. And now they were just done?
He did not believe it.
Deep in his heart, there had to be some kind of hope. And hope was desire; any