The Death Knell

The topic between the two women gradually deviated into the philosophical aspect of being a human being or not being a human being. It felt like a lecture by a psychiatrist, and there was no desire to listen to it, because spiritual matters are just thoughts. Ah, thoughts, ideas, concepts that have not yet been implemented, it is even more difficult to evaluate right and wrong.

Or maybe there is no right or wrong at all.

The body of steel is good, but the body of flesh and blood is not bad either. The adjutant did give up some things when she became a human, such as the ability of the Autobots to turn into cars with a click, but she exchanged those for herself. Functions of the human body that allow for eating, drinking, and having fun.

Which one is more important is a matter of opinion. Anyway, Su Ming let her choose. She chose to be a human being.

While filling in the bigger insect's eyes, Su Ming also glanced at Black Lightning, who was holding a wooden board beside him. The mummy was indeed very good. At least it was quiet and would not talk to others about inappropriate things.

"By the way, I never asked you, what does the Speed ​​Force think of this situation?"

"No opinion." The black mummy held up the sign, and seemed to be controlled by the Speed ​​Force behind it, and quickly added on the board: "You can't see the story that hasn't happened yet."

At this point, Su Ming also roughly understood that the stories that the Speed ​​Force couldn't see were within the management scope of the 'dream'. It could only see the past, present and future, but nothing else.

For three-dimensional creatures like humans, the past, present, and future are all cognitions of time, but beyond human cognition, there are broader and deeper things.

"I probably understand, then I will fill in the origin story of the Justice League first. This missing part is a 'never happened' story for the Speed ​​Force, right? It seems that the Speed ​​Force also has limitations."

While having a one-sided conversation with the mummy and busy with his hands, Su Ming looked very relaxed, as if he was discussing what to have for dinner.

But before he finished speaking, the expression on his face changed somewhat, because not far in front of him, a figure wearing a white robe appeared out of nowhere.

His waist was bent and his face was covered with white cloth. He looked exactly like the hand of creation that he hacked to death before.

"Stop it, Deathstroke, it's a wrong world. It won't help if you continue to tinker with it." The man under the white cloth made a voice. His tone had changed somewhat from the last time they met, as if he was hinting at something.

Su Ming stretched out his hand to stop Black Lightning who was about to take action. He stood up from the insect eye and looked at the visitor:

"I thought you were dead, but you are here to deliver me this time. Don't you have five creative hands? Why are you the only one unlucky?"

This is actually just a test, because I have never seen other hands of creation before, and I am not sure whether they all look the same. Therefore, even if the creature in front of me looks exactly the same as the one I hacked to death last time, I still have to ask if it is. the same person.

"We are who we are, there is no difference. Stop now before it's too late." The figure of the man in white robe shook, as if he was fighting against something invisible, and seemed to be swayed by the wind.

Logically speaking, this is not the case. Wind cannot exist in the Speed ​​Force plane, so...

"Understood." The lightsaber popped out of Deathstroke's palm, and the black sun rose into the sky. The originally colorful Speed ​​Force plane was instantly dyed black: "I will not give up. This is a place for many people. Home, even though it’s definitely dark.”

The man in white robe did not speak, but raised his withered hands and began to accumulate energy, as if he was holding back some big move.

"Let's go!"