The poor Cockroach went back into the sink, taking a bite of candy and then a bite of lemon peel, perhaps reminiscing about the glory of its youth amid the sweet and sour flavors.
Su Ming could not be bothered to look into that. It was just a cockroach, after all.
But the prophecy the bug had mentioned at the end was clear enough: Earth was still facing an apocalyptic threat. Whatever enemy came next, it would still pose a serious danger.
Of course, Su Ming could choose to walk away, but he did not want to give up this dark field.
Aside from the bizarre, mad, and twisted Dark Tower Multiverse, the DC Multiverse 1 possessed the most abundant dark energy. At least compared to the Marvel 40K Universe, they were not even in the same league.
"Tut, tut." The pipe-smoking gorilla made a sound as he looked at Deathstroke. "Now that we've more or less figured things out, what are you planning to do next?"
"The Source wants something from us, but those things under its command feel nothing but pure malice toward us. There's a discrepancy there, and perhaps some room to maneuver."
Smiling, Su Ming drained his drink, grabbed a handful of peanuts from the bar for Strangle to eat, then rose to leave.
"We'll certainly face one crisis after another, but at least not today. I'm planning to deal with the worlds I took over yesterday, then wander around for a while."
"Fine, but come to think of it, I'm always helping you out. Have you ever considered helping me?" The gorilla stood up, wiped his hands on the towel over his shoulder, and sighed. "Business is too good. You could at least help pour drinks or wait tables."
For some unknown reason—perhaps changes in