"Come to think of it, the last time I saw Under the Lamplight is Darkest's trick was the last time I saw it."
Su Ming smiled at The Maiden God, continued eating his strawberry cake, then picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup. He enjoyed the breeze blowing in from the fields, carrying the fresh scent of vegetation.
Yet the Batman Who Laughs' sinister, twisted madman's face flashed through his mind.
Even if he did not say it aloud, with a memory that good, he could not help thinking of that guy.
Ever since he had transmigrated—or rather, been reborn—Su Ming had been fighting constantly. Among all his opponents, Mad Bat had indeed been the most cunning, though Old Man God was no slouch now either.
Opponents who used their brains were relatively rare overall, especially those skilled at laying out long-term plans rather than merely playing petty tricks.
"Heehee, that's just meaningless internet nonsense." Elaine was young and knew all about that stuff, though she felt Deathstroke's attempt to lighten the mood was unnecessary. "But seriously, you'll lend me a hand, right?"
The final battle was imminent. Perhaps everyone should be a little more serious and tense.
"Of course. I like this new balance very much. You becoming God best serves humanity's future interests. My life is pretty good now, so I want everyone to have the chance to live Good Days too. Heh."
But in the end, it still depended on individual choices. Su Ming had resolved many crises, reshaped cosmic order, and helped establish the new overarching cosmic framework.
For humanity in the past, so-called "success" meant having money and power, but only within human society. Any random Alien might have dared to slaughter humans like chickens.
But the Future would be different. People could