"Where is this, meow? Where are Batwoman and those two girls?"
The cat set down its little bowl. It had finished its beef noodles and even drank the broth, yet its stomach showed no sign of swelling. Who knew what bottomless pit all that food had gone into?
At the moment, the man and cat stood on a small island—a truly tiny island. There was only one wooden cabin on it, with a coconut tree and a lounge chair by the door, almost completely using up the available space.
White waves washed over the golden beach, submerging Deathstroke's feet. The sky held only gentle sunlight, yet not even a single bird could be seen.
"They aren't on this planet. The Divine Resting Place is actually over there."
Deathstroke raised a hand and pointed at the sky. A massive planet hung overhead, looking remarkably close. It felt completely different from looking at the moon from Earth.
"Okay, so we've arrived at Proxima Centauri, our destination." The cat's ears perked up again. It looked around and confirmed that there was nothing but ocean as far as it could see. "But why is there a human house here? Who would live in a place like this?"
It was indeed a human house. Though the cabin was primitive, it used mortise-and-tenon joints characteristic of humans, a unique skill Aliens did not possess.
Su Ming did not answer. He merely smiled, because the cat's question had triggered the homeowner's "keyword."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~
Whenever someone asked "what kind of person" or "who is where," someone would come flipping through the air, making strange wind sound effects as they made their entrance.
"The heart that protects parents, the heart of a child, the heart of what matters! The man from Hell—Supaidama~~~~n, has arrived~~~!"
A man wearing