The Death Knell

Ever since he left his hometown and entered the 40K Earth, it can be said that Waiter Gwen's life has been very fulfilling.

Although she felt like a female college student being taken care of by her sugar daddy, Deathstroke provided her with food, clothing, housing and transportation, and also arranged for her to go to school to be an alumnus of Squirrel Girl. This was something she couldn't do for a fanatical Marvel fan like her. If there is no better arrangement, you can accept it without hesitation.

There was nothing she needed to do during these days, so she was extremely relaxed and lived happily every day without even participating in the great voyage of the universe.

With her ability, there is no need for a spaceship at all. She only needs to wait until the future human alien colony is built, and then she can go from the previous frame of the comic to the next, and directly arrive at the destination to enjoy the ready-made , why bother running around and wasting your time watching dramas and playing games online?

At the beginning, she still wanted to go home, her home on Earth-TRN 565. She was not an orphan. She had parents and a younger brother. Her family environment was very good and she was financially capable.

But now, 40K is fun, and I don’t miss Shu.

Anyway, things are always calm over there in her hometown. There is no one with superpowers except herself. It is just an ordinary world with nothing to worry about.

The most she could do was sneak home during the school holidays. Her parents thought she was studying at Oxford University in the UK, thanks to the fake admission notice made with the help of the adjutant.

She was just a little curious. Deathstroke hadn't looked for her for a long time. Ever since she helped Spider-Man get rid of all the soul-sucking souls in the Heir family, she had lived a life as if she were retired.

To be precise, it is a life of doing whatever you want.

If you want to take orders, go and take on some mercenary business; if you want to do good things, go hang out with Spider-Man or the Avengers for a while; if you want to lie down, it’s okay not to go to school, anyway, Wilson Enterprises Sponsorship has long bribed university administrators.

To be honest, she felt a special kind of freedom, the kind of freedom where she knew that the adjutant was always watching her above her head, but she didn't feel under any control.

"Why did you suddenly think of looking for me today? Did you meet a character that is easier for me to deal with? Or is it that the heirs are back again?"

She wiped her hair and looked at her surroundings curiously.

It was dark all around, in a room with a high ceiling. There was a light pillar in the center of the room, with a desk and a monitor inside. Harley was sitting there reading a comic book, laughing strangely from time to time.

The female doctor didn't seem to notice the presence of the death knell. This man brought a strange cat with him when he went out, hanging on his shoulder like a swag. At a quick glance, he looked like an Asgardian cat.

It's just that the macho men in the fairy palace often wear bear skins or wolf skins on their shoulders. It would be a bit humorous to have a cat hanging on the shoulders.

"You go back and change your clothes first and blow dry your hair." Su Ming didn't even bother to look at the girl with a washboard figure. He waved her hand and dismissed her: "It's not what you think, but there is something I need your help with. Just a small favor."

"Uh, okay, anyway, I am a girl who is being raised now, and I have to listen to your arrangements. I will go back first and then talk about it."

Waiter Gwen didn't quite understand the current situation, but she knew that there was no room for her to refuse. Eaters have short mouths and takers have short hands. For this reason, she couldn't just enjoy it without paying some price.

However, she probably had a guess. Today's Deathstroke is theoretically almost omnipotent and needs her help. Those are nothing more than things outside the fourth wall, or things related to some special places that he can't get in by himself. .

And this is all a piece of cake for Gwen, and there is no difficulty.

She nodded towards the death knell, glanced at the cat again, then took a step to the side, and then disappeared as if she had walked into a thin ray of light.

"You actually kept a girl? Tsk tsk." The cat made a sigh of relief, shaking its head: "You seem to be more human than I thought."

Cats have seen things like keeping female college students. Many lonely mistresses like to keep various pets as companions because they can't see the light of day. Cats have a lot of say.

Rich and powerful humans like this. After the birth of private ownership in a patriarchal society, women with the ability to reproduce have become a resource. Powerful men want to occupy more social resources. This can be said to be driven by human instinct. .

Generally speaking, gods do not have this awareness. For example, Zeus, the sex demon among gods, does not like to dominate, but likes to try new things and throw them away after playing with them.

Lucifer is similar. It is true to say that he is addicted to carnal desires, but he is not selfish at all, but likes to exchange and share with humans.

Only human beings like to be imprisoned and raised. Mental captivity is also a kind of confinement. In modern times, it has been embodied in the maintenance contract, which can be regarded as having a physical form.

"Don't listen to this little girl's nonsense. She looks like a beautiful girl, but inside she is a deadbeat." Su Ming rubbed the cat's head and handed it a dried fish to chew: "Even if I keep a female college student, I won’t include someone who tucks his feet and picks his nose when talking to others.”

A good girl who loves cleanliness will not wipe her nose with her hands and then secretly smear it on others; nor will she play with the deceased's intestines and jump rope and throw the deceased's feces everywhere.

"Ah, if you had told her earlier that she was the Deadpool from the parallel world, I might not have misunderstood meow." Thousand Cats Dream stuck out her tongue in disgust, and quickly ate dried fish to calm down: "But I still have one Question, how did she enter this dream? I didn’t feel any spatial force, and she was too relaxed when she left."

This place is a nightmare, she just walked out? It's as simple as slipping a bookmark into a comic book.

"This is her superpower. She thinks that we all live in comic books, and she can enter the perspective of a comic book reader and go directly from the previous comic grid to the next grid. This It’s a reflection of the continuity of the story, you won’t feel anything, you’ll just feel it’s reasonable.”

I probably explained it to the cat, but it was not comprehensive. The ability of Gwen's servant is not complicated, but it is definitely very abstract.

That is to say, the existence of Thousand Cats Dream, which is also an external force, may have some understanding. Otherwise, if it were anyone else, Su Ming would not bother to talk about it.

"Can she influence stories, meow? What about stories that haven't been written? Like a dream that hasn't happened yet?"

Xiaohua seemed thoughtful and raised her chin with her paws.

Su Ming lit another cigarette, took a puff, and sat down cross-legged while suspended in the air: "It depends on the specific operation, but she often has brain convulsions like letting herself go. Even if she uses her abilities, it is best to give her some restrictions. To prevent her from getting sick and ruining things."