Time passed second by second. Su Ming sat silently upon the Golden Throne, waiting. Darkness shrouded his figure as he remained on guard against the entire world.
Human perception was easily affected. When people lost their sight, they often had no idea how much time had passed. But that would not happen to him, because counting seconds in one's head was one of a Mercenary's basic skills.
"Sheriff, Little Rich sent word. He's found something." The Adjutant's voice suddenly sounded through the broadcast system. It not only awakened the silent Sorcerer Supreme, but also roused the Servo-Skulls and little angels in the Great Hall.
The magnificent organ music began again, hymns praising the Emperor pouring into the cat's ears. It made the cat feel as though it might have wandered into some sort of cult.
Its gaze turned amused. It had never known Deathstroke had such a hobby before. Flying skulls? Truly unique.
This was the most convenient place in Sepulk to be alone. Perhaps because the Throne was a psychic network node, his thoughts seemed to move faster here. The only problem was that whenever he made a sound, those devices automatically woke up and went through this whole routine.
Su Ming did not particularly like people singing his praises. Perhaps because everything he did was really for his own benefit, leaving him feeling a little guilty?
"What did he find?"
As he questioned the Adjutant, Deathstroke strode quickly out of the Throne Room. Red petals drifted down from above onto his shoulders, only for Strangle to devour them one petal at a time, as if eating flower cakes.
"In another multiverse system, a Single Universe has undergone drastic changes." Naturally, the Adjutant knew how to do her job. Rather than explaining too much, she connected to Little Rich's