After parting ways with Detective Chimp, Deathstroke had returned to the Marvel Universe. He had not gone back to Earth, however, but arrived at TVA headquarters at the beginning of time.
The place was the same as ever, dazzling with gold and splendor. Agents in black bustled about, working alongside some of the original staff left behind to handle minor Timeline matters and manage the unlucky transmigrators who had been captured.
Around the enormous octahedral buildings floated numerous statues of Deathstroke, serving as markers along the routes. The trinity design—one holding a sword on the left, one holding a book on the right, and one merely standing in the middle—shone with Golden Light beneath the first ray of light in the universe, solemn and majestic enough to look convincing.
Of course, propaganda was one thing. Su Ming did not want his subordinates engaging in any personality cult, because there was no need for it. He did not deal in faith.
"Deathstroke, Deathstroke, save me."
As Su Ming passed through the hall, he casually took some Infinity Stones from a drawer at the service desk for Cloak to snack on. Then he heard someone calling to him softly from the waiting area behind him.
Turning around, he found Loki, just as expected. Who knew which Timeline this fellow had crawled out of? He was dressed in a sharp suit, looking every inch the respectable gentleman, with a fake smile on his face as he kept waving his little hands.
"Hm? Didn't I tell you not to mess around on the Timeline? That's my turf."
Su Ming walked over, took the report from the staff member handling Loki, and glanced down at it.
"Your... charge is attempting to run for President of the United States? Altering the Timeline? You've got to be