One man and one cat stood at the cave entrance, taking in the scenery for a while. This African nation beneath the sun was highly distinctive—high technology was everywhere, yet its customs seemed to have retained the tribal system of a thousand years ago.
Wearing straw sandals and going bare-chested while playing virtual projection games might have seemed contradictory, but on Wakandans, it was not strange at all.
"Say, Slade, have you really never considered the matter of an heir?" The cat curiously rubbed its head against Deathstroke's cheek. It was puzzled. Among the humans it knew, everyone placed great importance on descendants and heirs, but Deathstroke seemed to have no such intention at all.
"First, I don't think I'll die. Second, if I really do kick the bucket, Adjutant will activate the final contingency plan and expend all the resources in my hands to perish together with the killer. There won't be anything left for anyone to inherit anyway."
Deathstroke smiled as he carried the cat into the air. He drifted leisurely over the city and passed through the energy barrier isolating it from the outside world.
"So stop asking questions like that. Why not think about what you want to eat tonight?"
"Not much appetite, meow." The cat rubbed against Deathstroke's face again, its expression slightly worried. "The Omniverse you and the Leopard God mentioned should be on the same level as Hypertime, right?"
"That's right." Deathstroke nodded.
"Now an enemy from that level is invading your Omniverse. Aren't you nervous?" The cat kneaded Deathstroke's shoulder a few times with its little paws as though giving him a massage, though the one enjoying its service was actually the armor formed by Strangle.
"I understand what you mean. You want to notify the Endless, right?" Su Ming nodded and