World Forger looked a little embarrassed. In his sandals, his toes had curled right through the soles and dug into the ground.
He truly, truly was not the fighting type. Though his status was not low and he could be considered Perpetua and The Void's child, he really could not beat Superman after he had soaked up enough sunlight, much less the even crazier and more unrestrained Supreme Superman.
But what could he do? His ability to forge worlds had been taught to him by his mother, and that was the only thing he knew.
He took some of the Tenth Metal flowing across the ground, put it into the Cosmic Forge, and hammered it into shape, little by little creating Dark Universes. Naturally, the products of that process could only be Dark Universes.
He wanted to create normal Light Universes too, but that was a technique only his mother possessed. She had never taught it to him, just as a cat would never teach a tiger to climb trees.
As for what Deathstroke had said, he had no room to argue. The other man's fists were indeed bigger, and what he said made sense.
"So that's how it is. I know exactly what I'm doing to Earth Prime."
Su Ming dusted himself off and stood, glancing at Barbatos, who was chained by the neck near the furnace with a dog leash.
"Stop staring at Earth Prime all day. Focus on hammering your iron. If Perpetua didn't teach you something, can't you experiment and figure it out yourself? What have you been hammering iron for every day, then? Just killing time for fun?"
After Deathstroke gave him a look, Barbatos, shaped like a giant bat, hurriedly buried his head beneath his claws and curled into a ball.
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