Little Wong's loyalty needed no further explanation. Unlike the other Mages of the Guardian Tribe and Kamar-Taj, they were more like the Sorcerer Supreme's personal butlers. The ones they swore loyalty to were the successive Masters themselves, not Kamar-Taj as an organization.
Just like the Nameless Ones beneath Kamar-Taj, those monks who fanatically worshipped the Vishanti, longed to share the cost of spellcasting, and thus "ascend," were also the Sorcerer Supreme's personal servants.
In fact, if not for the Adjutant, Su Ming might have relied more heavily on Little Wong, letting him participate in and take charge of more matters, fully putting a butler's value to use.
But there were no ifs, because compared to the Adjutant, Little Wong's advantages were practically nonexistent. Just monitoring several Multiversal Systems simultaneously was already something Wong could not do.
He was still human, after all. Even if he learned from Deathstroke and smoked, drank, and got his hair permed, he would not become one of the Dimensional Demon Gods.
Wong's strength lay in his kind heart and human warmth. That was why the Sorcerer Supreme had put him in charge of Loyalty Academy.
The academy raised orphaned children taken in from the streets, true loyal deathsworn, but Su Ming still hoped the students would not become emotionless machines of flesh and blood. He wanted them to have a relatively warm childhood.
Humanity itself was rather contradictory. Deathstroke clearly knew that feelings were unnecessary in a dark world, yet he still insisted on preserving them.
The principal's office stank too badly, so Su Ming slipped away first. He went up to the rooftop to wait for the materials to be assembled and get some fresh air.
Still, Su Ming was willing to call him the Demon God of Cooking. He threw anything and everything