But as the slender arm lowered, no water came rushing down. Instead, Deathstroke and the cat, cradled in its palm, began a journey that felt like riding an elevator.
It was only similar in feeling, because Su Ming could see all sorts of patterns and designs appearing in his field of vision. They were not meaningless things, but something like line drawings or blueprints.
Because they were ascending so quickly, those things were warped and creased, making them hard to see clearly. Yet by instinct and experience, Su Ming knew this was a transition between levels.
He was being sent to a higher plane. This was the path they had been searching for.
When he turned to look behind him, the rainbow was already gone. All that remained was the cloudlike palm beneath his feet. The Queen of Never still could not leave her Abyss.
That kind of life was truly far too boring. No matter what she saw, she could not participate, serving only as an observer from beginning to end. What use was overwhelming power, then?
Was she supposed to be TOAA's elevator operator?
The sort who worked in an elevator, asked visitors which floor they wanted, and received a few dollars in tips once they arrived?
It was only somewhat similar, but it was probably the most fitting example. At any rate, Su Ming had never expected a Megaverse-level being to be so happy over a twenty-dollar Synthezoid.
What she truly wanted was not a tool that could talk with her. With her abilities, she could casually create all kinds of servants. The key was that the Synthezoid had come from outside the Abyss, carrying the scent of "freedom."
The Queen of Never possessed almost everything within the Abyss. She was its supreme ruler, yet freedom was