This question had evidently piqued the female creature's interest.
Her glowing eyes carefully examined Deathstroke, as though trying to see through his flesh and skin to find out exactly what was in his mind.
It was unclear whether she had seen the answer, but her response was not direct. She said:
"The mysteries of the universe, of life, of time and space—these are all mysteries humanity has explored since ancient times. But have you ever considered that behind these mysteries might lie an even grander design?"
"You mean..." Deathstroke took a sip of the soda in his hand. He did not drink as quickly as she did, moistening his throat before pointing at the library ceiling. "You mean something beyond the universe?"
The atmosphere in the library was rather cozy, especially with the faint smell of printing ink lingering in the air. Yet it was precisely these scents unique to the human world that made one feel grounded.
The humanoid creature that looked like a woman—or was probably female—shook her head. Raising a hand, she gestured for Deathstroke to lower his finger. "Perhaps it lies beyond cognition, perhaps within cognition, or perhaps it forms the foundation of your cognition. This design may be everywhere, yet it cannot be fully known. And from the moment you pointed at the sky, you were already wrong. Mystery is everywhere."
"I pointed upward because Mystery and truth sound like things on a higher level."
The probing had worked. Perhaps the tribute of soda had worked too. By deliberately leading her with an obvious mistake, he had gotten her to reveal a little more of the inside story.
Su Ming had always known that the so-called higher level was merely a human concept. High and low required comparison, and without comparison, there naturally could be