"Ahhh~~~"
As the two spoke, they saw someone outside the alley roaring as they drove off, with an armored shark smoothly drifting along the road behind the car as though friction were a joke.
A laser gun was mounted on the shark's dorsal fin. As it chased the car ahead, it continuously strafed it with its weapon, somehow creating the feel of a space battle.
Su Ming looked down. By now, the blood had risen past his feet. He said to Lucifer:
"Don't keep your eyes closed. You might miss the good parts. I know you're kindhearted and can't bear to watch humans die, but you're the former Satan. Why not do what demons like best?"
Yes, the value of a world differed from person to person.
The Sharknado universe was too absurd. Its technological level was nothing special, nor was it a high-magic universe, so it held little value for Su Ming.
But for Lucifer, the souls in this world still had value. Souls were the common currency in most Hell Dimensions. For example, a soul from DC still remained a soul when placed in Marvel's Hell, and it was just as valuable.
Souls were collections of living beings' spiritual energy. Energy was always hard currency in the Omniverse, and it was that hard.
"Oh? May I?" Lucifer opened his eyes and surveyed the bloody water in the street. The blood had already gathered into a river, rushing through the roadside drains with a gurgling sound. "You're willing to let me collect souls in your universe?"
"Strictly speaking, I'm merely the discoverer of this universe. I suppose I could count as its owner, but to me, this place is like a chicken rib."
Leaning against the wall of a nearby building, Su Ming smiled as he replied to Satan: