The new personality was a little annoying, like a stalker. It not only copied Su Ming's way of speaking, but his movements too.
But that had its advantages. Whatever Deathstroke did, it wanted to imitate, so there was no need to communicate with it much. It would naturally follow along.
When the dark mercenary stepped forward with his left foot, it stepped forward with its left foot too. When Deathstroke did a standing long jump, it copied him and jumped as well.
It had to be said that this thing was a monster. Without using Cosmic Energy, Su Ming could jump over two hundred meters with a little hop, thanks to Strangle's enhancement. Yet this stickman could keep up purely through physical ability. That was a little absurd.
Even without weapons, it should have decent combat power based on its strength alone.
There were many routes to Dreaming, but Su Ming's route was basically fixed: pass through Lucifer's Hell and go through that spiked gate. It was the safest and most practical route.
They could hardly make everyone fall asleep together and travel through dreams, could they? Not everyone could control their actions in a dream.
In any case, Dreaming looked much the same today. It was peaceful, and all kinds of clothed animals along the roadside greeted Deathstroke. They looked as though they had stepped out of a fairy tale.
Uncle Sun in the sky puffed out his cheeks and blew out Wind Granny. The "wind," formed of smooth lines, sped through the sky, but whenever it encountered that rift, it would detour around it.
They could see the crack in the sky from far away. Countless white faceless people were falling out of it and dropping into a gigantic slide, looking utterly delighted.
"Everything here is so dreamy.