The glasses Chief wore were absurdly comical, but they genuinely worked well. Besides, the old man really was a genius, so both his translation speed and quality were guaranteed.
These appeared to be some things Perpetua had recorded personally. At the beginning, they contained a great deal of meaningless personal musings, only occasionally mentioning Pralaya's existence.
"She is indivisible and infinite, yet she can be divided into two aspects: Infinite Consciousness and Infinite Unconsciousness."
"We're doomed. We're doomed."
Just hearing Chief read that much, Harley clasped her head in both hands and began shaking it like she was dribbling a ball.
"Starting right off with a Riddler-style sentence. This self-contradictory stuff is practically driving me to death. I don't want to understand it anymore."
In her view, if this record and description was not a translation error, it was practically like a schizophrenic patient recounting their own thoughts. What did it mean, indivisible yet divisible? Had Perpetua forgotten to take her medication when she recorded this?
"Shh, let the old man keep translating." Cindy raised a hand in a quiet gesture, then casually patted Damian's head. This Robin had remained silent the entire time, so he must have been thinking about something too.
Unfortunately, Damian did not appreciate it. He dodged Cindy's hand and moved two steps toward Harley.
"As Infinite Unconsciousness, all things are created, protected, and destroyed from within her. These all happen simultaneously." Chief paid no attention to the youngsters' horseplay. He intended to translate the entire text properly, proving that he was better than Luthor.
That bald guy could recognize these words because he had once hung around Perpetua and been turned into something neither human nor ghost—a thoroughly embarrassing piece of history.
He was different. Relying on a magic item was still his own skill.