After joking around with the two pets for a while, Su Ming finally turned his gaze toward the distant golden sphere.
With just one look, he narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard, and took several deep breaths thoughtfully.
But that was all. His skull was entirely made of Tenth Metal, so Mental Attack was of little use against him. He had merely sensed it.
Then he spotted Loki crouching in a corner. The Second Princess looked terribly aggrieved, her face buried in her knees. Was she crying?
"Hey, Loki, we're done here. Stop squatting over there. Be careful not to get a prolapse from squatting too long."
The Sorcerer Supreme, who always saw things in the darkest possible light, cracked a cold joke. Still, he was sincerely calling out to her as he raised and waved the staff in his hand.
"Your payment is ready. You can take it back to Asgard. Your mother will be proud of you."
Loki, who had been crouching there and wrestling with the regret in her heart, suddenly felt a surge of warmth when Deathstroke mentioned Frigga. It swept away all her other thoughts.
That was right. She had not come here to gain invincible cosmic power. She had come to accomplish something great and make her mother proud!
Once she understood that fundamental purpose, all her frustration vanished in an instant. She immediately got to her feet, shot the Golden Orb a provocative glare, and then strode quickly toward Deathstroke.
She had no intention of being polite with the Sorcerer Supreme. She reached out and took the staff. It was somewhat heavy even after shrinking, but with the physique and strength of a Frost Giant, wielding a rod weighing over a hundred tons was no problem. She could even swing it around for