"Say, boss, when were you planning to use this plan to control all living beings?"
Still rubbing the back of her head, Natasha followed Deathstroke out of the dormitory and asked about it out of pure curiosity.
This could be considered a standard World-Ending plan—controlling everyone.
Just imagining the streets empty, with people sitting in their homes reciting maxims and praising the dark side, was terrifying.
"I told you, it's a backup plan. I originally intended to use it if everyone ever decided to stand against me." Su Ming answered frankly, though that situation was unlikely to happen.
Carrying Kitty on his shoulder, he left the room and arrived at the neighboring dormitory. After opening the door, he found Agent Coulson sprawled on the sofa, sleeping soundly with a pained expression on his face.
Sigh. He must have been dreaming about that cellist. What a shame.
But there was no need to check what he was dreaming about now. Su Ming tossed one of the little buttons in his hand to Natasha and had her stick it to the balding agent's nape to test the effect.
Black Widow worked swiftly as well. She took the button over and skillfully pressed it into place.
The effect was immediate. Coulson's tightly furrowed brow relaxed, and he stopped writhing on the sofa. His breathing steadied. Though he had not awakened, the nightmare had clearly retreated.
The only issue was that his Nightmare flowed out through his seven orifices, layer upon layer like melted candle wax, swiftly forming a distorted body in reality.
"Who dares stand in the way of the Sleepless Knight?! We—"
This wax man had no eyes when it first rose from the floor, so it loudly announced its arrival. But once eyeball-like structures emerged from its body, it saw Dream