"Feels like I gained a new ability, but also like I didn't?" Su Ming looked at Strangler Sprout after it tossed aside the can and patted its head. "The World of Action really knows how to pull tricks. It even gave me an 'as if there is'?"
"Eek."
Making a small noise, the Symbiotes conveyed that something seemed to have flowed into its body. But upon closer examination, it seemed like there was nothing at all. Then when it sensed again, it seemed like there was something after all.
In its host's words, this was indeed an "as if there is."
"Tch, maybe it hasn't had enough to drink." As he spoke, Su Ming kicked the vending machine again, and another beverage fell out. Though it was no longer cocoa, the grape juice looked pretty good. "Here, have another can. Let's see if quantitative change can trigger qualitative change."
"Eek."
Strangle thought it was a good idea. After all, the appetite of a Symbiote was nearly infinite. If it kept drinking, this plan might really work.
Another can went down. Though the Black Bean Sprout formed by Strangle was small, its mouth could open incredibly wide. It drained the entire can in a single gulp.
"How is it? Feel anything now?" Su Ming immediately asked for its thoughts.
"Eek."
If it absolutely had to say there was a feeling, then there probably was, but it still seemed to be just a tiny bit short.
"Then have another bottle." Deathstroke kicked the machine again. Its quality was pretty solid; it reliably spat out a drink every time.
So Strangle drank a third bottle.
This time, it conveyed its new thoughts without waiting for its host to ask. It seemed to have arrived, yet somehow had not arrived. The feeling was like