When Deathstroke had dealt with Perpetua before, he had not yet mastered any concepts, so he had sought out Thought Robot and let him act. Mercenary had won by borrowing another's strength.
All he had done was trick that Goddess into the special isolated space known as Channel 52, making it easier to shut the door and beat the dog.
But several months had passed in the DC Universe. Su Ming now held three concepts: the commonly used Darkness and Quantum, as well as Sigma, which he normally kept deliberately concealed, encompassing all beginnings and ends and derived from Alpha and Omega.
The reason he had not fought Pralaya head-on a few days ago, instead borrowing Lucifer's blade, was that he needed to preserve his condition in case the Hand of Creation or the Origin Court came calling.
Well, it was also because he wanted to slack off. For a Mercenary, choosing tactics with the smallest investment and greatest return was practically instinctive. What could be more effortless than killing with a borrowed knife?
In any case, Su Ming did not think the white-robed Giant before him was all that impressive. He also wanted to see what abilities a proper Hand of Creation possessed—not some down-and-out like Perpetua, who had been exiled and imprisoned for tens of thousands of years.
As for this unknown Hand of Creation, he did not even assume a fighting stance. His hands remained clasped behind his back. Only his glowing eyes watched Deathstroke. Su Ming could sense his gaze circling over the Lightsaber, then examining the Symbiotes Bean Sprout before finally turning toward the endless darkness behind Deathstroke.
"So that is how it is. No wonder you, an outsider, still cannot bear to abandon that diseased multiverse."
He seemed to have understood. The part that