"Don't dig too deeply into it. There's no point." Death patted Deathstroke's arm, urging him not to spend too much energy on this. "Origins aren't important. In the universe, strength still speaks for itself. Take the three Monitor brothers—aren't they obediently playing mahjong with you?"
A good background only meant a high starting point, but only humans possessed Infinite Possibility.
"I won't dwell on that. I just want to know roughly what level the Recording Deities are on. That determines my attitude when dealing with them." Su Ming nodded to Second Sister, indicating that he would not get hung up on such trivial ethical issues. "Let's go. We'll head into town. I noticed some humanoid creatures moving around."
"Do as you like. The Over-Monitor and the Recording Deities are more like Background Characters on a stage. They're only responsible for 'watching,' not 'managing.'" Mimi tucked her paws back beneath herself and narrowed her eyes.
She had seen them too, and had basically confirmed that the figures moving through this small town were Recording Deities.
This was the Recording Deity Domain, but it was not actually a small town. It merely presented itself in a form humans could understand. It could be any environment, any state.
It was rather considerate, really. If he and Death had come here, what they saw would have been far more complicated and abstract. In that sense, the Recording Deities were quite accommodating toward humans.
Since it was the manifestation of abstract concepts, entering the town required no physical movement. The instant Deathstroke said they should go, they were already inside.
Before them stood a small shop that looked like a fruit stall. Inside, a woman wearing a floral headscarf smiled and nodded at them.
"Death, Dream, and human. Welcome."
"Hello, Recording Deity." Mimi swayed her