"Please come with me."
Silver Surfer descended a little, his tone still flat.
In an instant, a ball of lightning rapidly grew larger in his vision.
Silver Surfer reacted just fast enough to dodge it. He looked at Mercer, a hint of confusion entering his otherwise flat voice.
"Mortal, what are you doing?"
Lightning enveloped Mercer, even filling his eyes. Naturally, he had thrown that ball of lightning; more than a dozen others, each the size of a tangyuan dumpling, still hovered over his raised palm.
"Did I say you could take her away?"
His voice was even flatter, yet carried utter arrogance.
Watching from the side, Mysterio felt his blood boil with excitement. Still eating his A5 Wagyu skewers, he walked over to stand beside Mercer.
Looking up at Silver Surfer in midair, Mysterio rolled his neck and spat out a threat through his grease-slicked lips.
"Boss, want to beat him up?"
Meanwhile, green magical energy gathered in his free hand, ready for battle at any moment.
Mysterio wasn't afraid in the slightest.
He had come to this world alone, with no one to rely on.
Although he hadn't known Mercer for long, their half day together had shown Mysterio how easy the young man was to get along with.
He was a good guy and incredibly powerful. Mysterio felt that getting to call someone like him his boss was a free windfall. He had stumbled into something this good the moment he arrived in this world.
So when Mercer was about to fight someone, he could stand beside him without hesitation.
Looking down at the two of them, Silver Surfer thought to himself.
Neither of these two is weak. My chances of winning a head-on battle are slim.
Silver Surfer raised his hand. Silver radiance gathered in his