"Hmm, we've made the rounds of all the major cities on Earth. Have Little Superman return to the United States first, go to San Francisco. Right, find a famous Hollywood star and arrange for Little Superman to save her dog or cat."
In the dry, dusty basement, Deathstroke lit another cigarette and smilingly issued a new command to the Split Program. He himself looked utterly at ease.
In the brief span of half an hour, Little Superman used his super speed to visit every first-tier city on Earth that Su Ming could name, except for China.
Yes, China had been excluded from this Holy Grail War. No Masters or Servants had been selected there, and Servants elsewhere would not receive any missions concerning China.
Whether it was out of consideration for old ties or because of the population base, Deathstroke had spared them from participating in this disaster.
Little Superman was a shut-in anyway. Back on Earth Prime, his range of activity had been limited to the street where his home stood, and China was separated from him by the Pacific Ocean. He would not come running around here.
Besides, to be honest, China had always operated on an internal intranet. Not many people would climb the firewall specifically to badmouth Little Superman, so naturally there was no need to deal with them.
They bore no hostility, nor did they agree with the mainstream views of Europe and the United States.
"Executing." The mechanical electronic voice gave its reply, sounding like a refreshing stream amid the somewhat noisy basement.
Why was the basement noisy? Because Deadpool had moved Little Superman's television down there. Somehow, he had also gotten hold of a game console, and he was now livestreaming himself playing Kirby for The Nonexistent Audience.
Not only was the television