"I'll do it myself. Step back a little."
Deathstroke walked toward the small table and gestured for the others to retreat. Even if something really happened at this distance, the Mage's physical abilities probably would not let him react in time, but he still had to say it. It showed concern, after all.
"Alright, be careful." Monark immediately backed away more than ten steps, pulling Little Rich and Wanda behind Big Cat as well, apparently using this mysterious Concept Entity as a shield.
Dream of a Thousand Cats did not care about that. It merely watched as Deathstroke slowly extended his hand toward the book.
The moment the man's fingers touched the spine, the book sprang into his palm out of thin air and opened in his hand.
Its pages began flipping on their own with a rustle. Strange green light gushed from the book like flowing green smoke, pouring into the man's body through every gap in his armor—or rather, seeping through his skin.
Soon, as the green light grew denser, the same green glow shot from Deathstroke's single eye. He seemed to be seeing something, and his expression gradually twisted into something ferocious.
"This doesn't look right. Should we interrupt it?" Wanda clasped and pulled apart her hands, shaping red magical energy into a lasso. She felt that, with Chaos Magic's ability to make words reality, she could separate the book from Deathstroke.
"Wait for now."
Franklin touched his eye. A lens resembling the combat power scanner from Dragon Ball abruptly appeared over it. The boy stared intently at Deathstroke as he read.
"His vital signs are very stable, and there's nothing wrong with his brain waves. The energy flowing through his body has not caused any negative effects for the time being. I suspect this may simply