Another One

"The Earth is always rotating, endlessly moving along a predetermined trajectory. No one realizes just how astonishing a distance through the cosmos they cross alongside our planet during their brief lives."

Doom stood with his arms folded, his eyes concealed within the darkness beneath his hood. He seemed to be teaching the little girl, but he was actually explaining things to Deathstroke.

Deathstroke remained expressionless. No emotion could ever be seen on his face.

But ever since Doom had begun assembling the device, the three people who had come with Deathstroke had all been filled with confusion.

Doom felt it necessary to explain. If they could not understand the power contained within the machine, how could they possibly revere Doom?

"So any time machine is essentially also a space machine. Without space as a coordinate system, the Time Concept cannot exist."

Su Ming picked up where Doom had left off. After all, he and Ciri, who could travel beyond the Omniverse, understood very well that the Time Concept differed from world to world. If one traveled back and forth between them, the differences in Timeline Speed became especially obvious.

Time here could not exist independently of the Marvel Universe. Doctor Doom merely meant that his time technology had been modified from a Space Teleportation device.

But a space machine... that gave Su Ming some ideas.

"Sometimes I think you should earn a degree in physics." Deathstroke had said what Doom wanted to say, so Doom could only change the subject.

Su Ming reached behind his back, drew his greatsword, and thrust it into the ground. The sturdy stone floor split apart like cake. "Simple principles of mechanics can solve most problems for me. A degree would not give me any more authority, and at a critical moment like this, degrees