"Sheriff, the Holy Grail War has begun. The Servants have all gone into temporary hiding according to plan, awaiting your orders. They'll begin acting at once and make people feel pain."
The silver-haired Maiden materialized in the air, her shining eyes fixed on the black-and-yellow man as she waited for the final decision.
"Then carry it out. Have the Servants concentrate their strength and plunge the United States into anarchy first. Pain isn't necessary—we need everyone to feel the terror that their lives could vanish at any moment."
Under the shifting light of the projected images, Deathstroke's face flickered between light and shadow. He lit a cigarette, narrowed his eyes, and slowly exhaled smoke. For one brief moment, he even wore an expression of sorrowful compassion.
"Ah, my fellow countrymen, don't blame me for being cruel. A world without Heroes is a deformed world. This is a necessary sacrifice to set the world right."
Of course, that was bullshit. A world with Superheroes was the truly deformed one. Su Ming had said it for Little Superman beside him to hear, because it was time to send this actor out into the field. The first priority was getting his mind right and making him firmly believe that he was in the right.
As a tactical expert, Deathstroke was also quite skilled at deception. But Little Superman had a personality that had nothing to do with Deception Magic. He was much better at being straightforward.
Yet this plan required him to deceive the entire world. If his resolve wavered and he dropped the ball at a critical moment, all their previous efforts would be wasted.
So he had to be continually brainwashed. Whether it made him think the whole world owed him something or that he was making the world a better