Back in Justice Square, Wade and Kitty were waiting on a flying carpet transformed by Cloak. The man and cat were not bored at all; they were playing dice, with a bag of raisins as the stake.
Who knew what Kitty was thinking? Seeing this, Su Ming secretly shook his head. In any case, he would not dare eat the raisins his cousin had brought out. God knew whether they were really grapes or something that merely looked like raisins.
"Back already, meow?" As though it had eyes on the back of its head, Kitty spotted Deathstroke immediately. It stopped playing with Deadpool and floated onto Slade's shoulder like a balloon, settling there. "The Word has been dealt with?"
Kitty thought that had been awfully fast. Word of God had always been notoriously difficult to handle. It was not because its destructive power was especially great, but because its turtle-shell-like traits had left its opponents with nowhere to start in the past.
Physical immunity combined with immunity to energy attacks was practically synonymous with invincibility in the Material World, provided it had no psychological or mental weaknesses.
The Word truly had no psychological weakness either. It possessed only infinite loyalty to God. Manipulating its mind was nearly impossible, because it was nothing more than an executioner, descending to the mortal world solely to kill. It never thought.
The best way to deal with it was to use Cosmic Concepts, but its patron had been that old man God. In the past, no one who had mastered conceptual attacks had been willing to provoke that trouble for humanity's sake.
But now, times had indeed changed, meow. At last, there were humans capable of standing up for humanity.
If humans lived well, cats would live better too. That was how a symbiotic