The battle continued, and it would probably continue for quite some time. Even the ladies hiding beneath the Cloak likely could not see how the tug-of-war between Su Ming and the unknown gods was growing ever fiercer.
Deathstroke used darkness to hold the existing reality in place, while the gods sought to overwrite that altered reality. Their struggle pulled back and forth over every electron and every wisp of thought.
However, having handed control of his body over to Strangle, Su Ming was only responsible for playing real-time strategy games with the shadowy figures. With the help of Quantum Concepts, he could even spare some attention to think at leisure.
He had already seen through how the other side was overwriting reality. Whether it was the strange hands and feet from before or these Red Stickmen before him, they were all actually projections of ancient human thought and will.
Hands were for fighting and working. Feet were for hunting and fleeing. Eyes were for observing and keeping watch. Guts were for absorbing nutrients and joining nature's cycle.
Though all these things were abstract, they each represented certain traits of humanity itself.
The red figures before him followed the same principle. In the murals in the sky, they displayed the course of human Civilization—from living like Beasts, to primitive slash-and-burn farming, to arming themselves with knowledge and surpassing the other creatures of Earth.
The progress of human Civilization was, in truth, the process of changing the world.
It was simply that primitive people attributed their achievements to the gods—the beings represented by the twisted symbols in the murals, with their malformed bodies.
The enemies had once been gods worshipped by ancient humans. They had extracted these human-related concepts through faith and used them to overwrite reality. In essence, they were using