Mister Mind snorted coldly and could not help shuddering.
"You'd better pray those three Ancient Goddesses can kill him! Otherwise, once he has his hands free, we're both dead!"
He would never forget the horrifying sight he had seen deep inside the Eternity Library: over a thousand Clones of Solomon, all radiating terrifying waves of energy!
If those three goddesses lost, they would not even have a chance to resist a god with a thousand incarnations.
Luthor glanced at him and asked calmly:
"What are you planning to do next?"
Mister Mind warily scanned the surrounding shadows.
"That depends. If that boss of yours really takes care of those three gods, I'll immediately find some corner where no one can find me and hide. I have a long lifespan anyway. I can wait until he falls someday before coming out again. As for you... I'm afraid you'll have to spend the rest of your life hiding, never seeing the light of day."
"Hiding?"
Luthor chuckled softly, as though he had heard some utterly absurd joke.
His laughter grew louder and louder, tinged with a spine-chilling madness:
"No, I have no intention of hiding. On the contrary, I'm going to stay right here, right under his nose."
Mister Mind's eyes widened in shock, as though he were looking at a madman.
"Have you lost your mind?! Stay right under his nose? The moment he realizes your memories have returned, you'll be reduced to ashes!"
"He's already personally brainwashed me once. With that lofty attitude of his, he'll never be bored enough to spot-check my memories again."
An unusual gleam flashed in Luthor's eyes.
"As long as I act exactly like the loyal dog I was after being brainwashed, he'll actually drop his guard against me completely. When that happens, anything I