"Whew, acting for so long really was tiring. Now it's time to sweep away Hunger and be myself again."
By this point, Su Ming's group had already arrived outside the Cube's box, floating amid blue skies and white clouds. He had no idea exactly where they were, but one thing was certain: they were inside another box.
While taking a short break, he changed back from his disguise. The Black and Yellow Armor was still the most comfortable to wear.
"Honestly, that's just psychological." The ape had been placed on the flying carpet, eating with the girls while enduring countless hands petting his head. He looked somewhat helpless. "Whatever you wear is made by Strangle anyway. There's no difference between a Batman bodysuit and Icon Armor."
"Eek!"
Strangle popped out from the man's shoulder. Little Sprout swayed a few times, voicing its objection.
It meant that there was still a difference: the materials it transformed into were different. Though the Batman bodysuit looked good, apart from the cloak and chest emblem, the rest was merely Kevlar, with defense so low it was hardly worth mentioning. Icon Armor was different.
And even if both were transformed by it, it was more practiced at recreating its host's original uniform.
Bobo spread his hands. He did not think it mattered what kind of armor Deathstroke wore. The man had a Healing Factor; his own flesh was supposed to be the strongest defense.
"In the end, we still didn't find anything fun, though the comics were pretty good." Hermione sat on the flying carpet, holding Deathstroke V1 and showing it to her professor. "But I looked closely. The person in it isn't you. He's an old man."
The brand-new comic gleamed faintly in the sunlight, a color created by the ink. Though times had