Floods, typhoons, hailstorms, cold waves, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, meteorites, rat infestations.
Every disaster a normal person could imagine occurring in a conventional universe had been arranged here on Monster Earth. Su Ming had not asked how the survivors at the observatory shelter were doing, but their bitter, grief-stricken faces told him enough.
But he had not come here to keep playing his role. He had simply brought Harley over. While the survivors busied themselves catching rats sneaking into the observatory to steal their food, he lay in the RV with Harley in his arms, counting stars through the skylight.
"Is something bothering you?" Harley, her skin damp with sweat, shifted and rolled over to lie on his chest. "Is it about that unknown Blank Strategist?"
She seemed to have noticed something, as she always did. That was normal—reading expressions and body language was her professional field. A psychologist made a living from it.
Sometimes, when faced with patients unwilling to speak, they could make judgments and deductions through microexpressions and body movements.
"After Blank replaced the circumstances that gave birth to Doctor Manhattan, she naturally ceased to exist, and the things she created were naturally erased by causality as well. But the one who gave Blank that 'advice' must have originally existed in the story. I've been thinking about who he is."
Su Ming, who had not sweated a drop, stroked her back and pulled the sheet higher over them before continuing.
"But there aren't any clues right now. All I can do is think. I'm just used to preparing plans in advance."
"Mm. Anyway, I believe you can win." Sugar Bean sat up with a smile, stretching as far as she could to grab water from beside the bed. "But if you kick the bucket, I'll find a