The chimp crouching behind the man's legs raised his head to look at that back, finding it incomparably tall.
Without realizing it, had Deathstroke reached this level already? He had wiped out so many Origin Judges with a mere wave of his hand. Was that truly something a human could do?
Seeing Deathstroke deal with the enemies so effortlessly, then calmly prepare to continue negotiating terms with the Seventh Dimension, Bobo felt as though he were looking at a god.
The man did not call himself a god, yet he seemed more like one than any god.
Thinking that, the chimp turned to glance at the nostrilless cat beside him. The fellow was stretching lazily, looking as though he had not fully woken up.
They were both powerful beings with extraordinary abilities, so why was the difference in how they handled things so huge?
Kitty on the man's shoulder noticed the gaze, but merely swished her tail indifferently and continued lying there with her eyes closed. If humans could handle it, why did a cat need to act?
In a cat-and-human symbiotic arrangement, the litter scooper was supposed to handle living conditions and safety measures. The cat only needed to eat and sleep, occasionally catch a mouse, or act cute and snuggle up to people to provide emotional value.
As for standing in front of a human when danger struck and barking furiously at the enemy? That was a dog's job.
"I recognize that look. You crave power, don't you?" At that moment, Adjutant's voice sounded beside Bobo's ear. He turned around to see that the tiny projection had floated out at some point and was hanging by the chimp's shoulder. The silver-haired girl wore an expression that saw through everything as she said, "I have the power you want."