"Right now, it's only an idea. We'll have to wait until the Breakers find One Above All before we can see the quality of the finished product."
Since it was meant to be a world for vacationing, the population density could not be too high. If there were too many people packed too tightly together, it would definitely be uncomfortable. For now, ten million residents per Earth would do.
That meant they would need many Single Universes. It would not be good to have Little Rich perform such repetitive mechanical work, since he had more important matters to handle.
"Besides, how can a scholar's work be called plagiarism? Do you know how many ways there are to write the character hui in fennel beans?"
In any case, Su Ming refused to admit that he had plagiarized God's idea. There were only so many ways for souls to cycle, and as someone who came later, was it not perfectly normal to resemble the Forerunners?
"Fine, meow. You're making jokes I don't understand again. But you accomplished something as a human that only gods can do. That's really, really amazing." Kitty did not bother arguing with Deathstroke over the details. It merely gave him a thumbs-up with its paw before continuing to eat.
In that time, the corpses on the enormous sphere of light had been almost entirely cleared away. At the very least, they had all been pulled clean from its surface and piled to one side.
Looking at the sphere now, it seemed to have become a little brighter and a little gentler. It was only a feeling, of course. It was an inanimate object, so there was no such thing as gentleness or ferocity.
Still, the huge sphere of light before him reminded Deathstroke of the sun, and that