"What a hassle."
Withdrawing his attention from the magic eye, Su Ming leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his face. Before him was still the dim basement, and Deadpool's baboon-like laughter still rang in his ears.
To his cousin, Slade had never left at all. He had merely sat behind him spacing out for a while. That was why the carefree idiot had it so easy.
Even without anyone around him—without his little buddy Spider-Man or Cable—he could still play games by himself with great enthusiasm, chattering nonstop as though some filthy thing had possessed him.
Yet seeing how carefree he was quickly lifted Su Ming's mood as well. Just as Joker often said—smiles were contagious.
"Eek." The Symbiotes reminded him that the Record Keeper could be ignored for the time being. Since the Origin Court had yet to make a move, it would be better to see where Superboy-Prime intended to go next.
"Speed things up, Adjutant. Have all the Masters start fighting each other. We need to raise the intensity of the Holy Grail War and get Little Superman directly involved. Let him defeat some 'superpowered lunatics.'"
There was actually nothing left for the Adjutant to do. She could have kept playing games and left the Split Program to handle it.
But she still took over the arrangements herself, having the Masters pair off and kill one another. The first step was to cut the number of participants in half.
Invisible orders spread across Earth through special means. Whether they were in gloomy basements, deserted mountain forests, or overcrowded shelters, one Servant after another received the order that the third stage had begun.
They would now seek out other Servants and engage in slaughter, eliminating their opponents' Masters as quickly as possible to claim victory.
As for