After chatting for a few moments, Su Ming saw off Hoggoth's descending avatar. Then he quietly watched the incense burn in the censer, wisps of blue smoke shredded by the sea breeze.
"Looks like even your backer has no solution. What now?" The cat rubbed its head against Deathstroke's cheek. Coming from its tsundere mouth, its concerned words sounded more like mockery.
That was simply a cat's nature. Even if it cared about humans, it could never cling to them and lick them wildly like a dog.
"Backer? Hoggoth isn't my backer. I've never intended to rely on any god." Su Ming casually pinched out the cigarette in his mouth and put away the butt. He tapped his temple with one finger. "This—my brain—is what I rely on."
The sea breeze swept over them, bending the cat's fur like blades of grass and sending ripples through it. "Oh? You already have a plan?"
"Yes. What Hoggoth said just reminded me that our enemy is a 'woodworm.'" Deathstroke nodded, then picked up an apple from the altar table for Strangle to eat. "That's one of its weaknesses. The 'great tree' we're living in isn't as simple as it sees it."
"Fine, then I'll wait and see." The cat stretched lazily and draped its soft body around the back of Deathstroke's neck, its four legs hanging naturally. "I think your world is quite interesting. Being Dream here might be pretty nice."
"No rush. We'll deal with your business after this is settled. We're surrounded by enemies right now; it isn't a good time. Adjutant, help me find Galactus's true body and see where he is."
The apple was big and red, and Strangle ate it with great relish. Su Ming could feel that sweetness as well.
That was how the enemy devoured