Now that he had a plan, there was nothing left for Su Ming to do on the DC side. Multiverse 1 was now within the 40K Universe, practically right next door. Even if something came up, he could rush over immediately.
Besides, with Elaine and Lucifer keeping watch, nothing major could happen unless CAAT suddenly launched a sneak attack. For now, it was just cleanup work.
Repairing cities, rescuing the wounded, collecting bodies, and the like.
Honestly, Coast City really needed to deal with its mice. No other place had seen mice eating people, yet it had somehow produced a rat tide. At first glance at the surveillance footage, it looked like a world from Warhammer Fantasy.
Harley was still playing around with the Mutants in The Boys Universe, while Little Dai continued developing the Observatory Shelter in the Pacific Rim world. They were both having a good time, and that was fine.
"Teleport us, Adjutant. Home."
Deathstroke had plenty of places to stay. Kamar-Taj, TVA headquarters, New London on Contraxia, Sepulk—he could live in any of them, not to mention the countless Safehouses he had set up over more than half a century.
But the place he could truly call home was the wooden villa in the mountains of Maine. He had built that place himself.
Though the area was completely deserted, and buying groceries would be difficult without Adjutant's teleportation, being far from the city really did make one feel closer to nature.
Perhaps it was because he was the Sorcerer Supreme, but Su Ming could sense some kind of connection with Earth. Not the ordinary sensation of standing on the ground, but a genuine awareness of its existence and pulse.
Under those circumstances, living amid Earth's forests and mountains felt more comfortable instead.
Once Cosmic Voyage was