I Become Deathstroke

Chapter 788: Chapter 745: Forgotten Bar

The leaves rustled in the wind, and darkness enveloped the two, as always.

Su Ming took a deep breath and decided to take a step forward to try.

"Teleportation Gate, Land of Death."

With a swish, a purple teleportation gate opened in front of him. Although its color was like Secret Guest’s Magic Gate, it was more nauseating than Secret Guest’s gate.

Secret Guest’s gate only had tentacles that could pull you in, while Inverted Man’s teleportation gate looked like a living creature, a whirlpool like a flower constantly writhing.

Su Ming closed his eyes; there was no choice in the matter.

After exchanging a glance with Cindy, she sighed and strapped on her helmet and followed.

A dizzying turn of events, as if their whole bodies turned upside down, they fell head over heels through the teleportation gate.

Cindy managed an aerial flip and landed on the ground, while Su Ming’s movements were not as precise, making his feet go numb upon impact.

She immediately surveyed the black world, ashes continuously falling from the sky, countless soulless undead queuing on the road, heading towards the peak’s black-and-white whirlpool-like structure.

The incessant sound of footsteps echoed, between heaven and earth tiny sounds pervaded, yet appeared endlessly distant and quiet.

How these desiccated corpses moved and remained sane intrigued her, but now was not the time for research.

"What is this place?"

Su Ming gestured for them to ascend the mountain, stepping forward as he answered: "This is the Land of Death, also known as the Realm of the Dead, the final resting place for every deceased soul in the Multiverse, where their souls are redistributed, reincarnated and reborn."

Cindy’s expression was somewhat strange; reincarnation was an Eastern concept, wasn’t it?

"So, I don’t have to go to Hell anymore."

"If we fill Hell up before we die, it won’t accept us anymore," Su Ming joked but quickly turned serious: "I’m here to see Death; she is a Multiverse level concept entity; maybe she knows what’s actually occurring on Earth 0." frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"Actually, I know nothing." Death, holding a small black umbrella, suddenly appeared before them with a gentle smile and candidly shared her situation.

Su Ming greeted her with a smile, while Cindy shook her hand, finding her touch bone-chillingly cold.

"Have you noticed anything unusual recently?" he inquired.

Death twirled the small umbrella with both hands, slowly replying: "Since Daniel’s disappearance and Lucifer’s vanishing, weren’t we already aware?"

Su Ming nodded; indeed, he knew, but Alabell actively pursued the investigation, so he didn’t meddle further.

Moreover, the present situation evidently was not caused by the Power of Dreams, Daniel could only create what he understood in dreams, incapable of interfering with Strangulation.

"Where are the souls from Earth 0?" Su Ming asked again.

Death pointed her white tender finger towards a nearby mountain ridge, where a long procession advanced from the ash-like forest: "There, if you ask about their manner of death, indeed, it’s unusual."

"Hasn’t anyone died in battle since yesterday?"

Death nodded, retrieving her arm with a smile: "Time holds no meaning for us, but as you mentioned, no one has died in battle. Earth 0’s souls have either died by illness or accident."

"Hmm..."

Su Ming stroked his chin, black ashes melting like snow on his shoulders; they were living beings, everything here was not on the same level as them.

Watching the procession of souls, their actions appeared no different from other souls.

"Has there been any death by murder too?"

"Though conflicts have ceased for unknown reasons, indeed no one has died from murder," Death replied with a smile, the number of deaths remained similar, and she generally didn’t concern herself with how they perished.

As part of Death’s duty, upon arrival, everyone encountered Death, who would ask about their cause of death.

In the past, someone always claimed to be collateral damage from battles between superheroes and villains or slain by alien invaders.

But now, Earth 0’s souls bore no deaths by murder, dying more peacefully.

Cindy glanced at Su Ming, who nodded slightly in acknowledgment of his speculations.

"Thank you, we shall take our leave first, wait on the Sleep Demon matter," Su Ming bid farewell to Death; his physical body couldn’t endure long here, the silent atmosphere sent shivers down his spine.

Death nodded with a smile: "I have a piece of information, Destiny has been quite busy lately."

"Is that so, thank you," a glimmer appeared in Su Ming’s eyes: "Teleportation Gate, Earth 0 Forgotten Bar."

Once more, the purple glowing portal materialized.

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"Another half-pint!"

Bo Bo slammed the empty beer glass down on the bar, yelling at Trish, his furry face wrought with despair. freewebnσvel.cѳm

He and another gorilla were trapped in the pocket space.

Luckily, there remained food and drink, but it was uncertain how long they could hold on; Magic Kingdom of Maya seemed as if it never existed, its Night Blade reduced to an ordinary weapon.

Even as the strongest detective in the animal kingdom, Bo Bo couldn’t fathom how this all transpired.

Last night, he intended to leave the Forgotten Bar for a meal at the Hall of Justice, but upon opening the tavern door to teleport, a fear paralyzing his fur instantly urged him back.

He securely sealed the door, leaning against it, frantically breathing.

This was the animal’s sixth sense, as if some power outside sought to entirely transform him into an ordinary gorilla; it was a great terror between life and death.

Later, he attempted to contact the outside world by phone, but couldn’t reach anyone.

Batman, Superman, even Diana or his most disliked Constantine, all lost contact.

He realized the gravity of the situation, beyond what a single gorilla could solve.

Now, under the tavern’s dim yellow lights, only one gorilla sat drowning his sorrows in drink.

"You’re the boss, drink as you please," Trish moped, downcast across the bar’s other end.

Bo Bo forbade her from leaving, and she failed to contact her friends too, fearful, she preferred crying over doing anything.

Bo Bo angrily stood on the barstool: "You’re a little demon with moments of fear? Pour the drinks, world security isn’t your concern yet, kid."

"How about you try something then!" Trish retorted, stretching out like a salted fish with her head wedged in the bar, resigned.

"I’m... thinking, sigh..." Bo Bo wanted to say more, but ultimately it turned into a sigh. He couldn’t help recalling that person; if it were them, maybe there’d be a solution?

He rubbed his eyes, speaking to himself: "I must be drinking too much, to see two Deathstrokes’ illusions suddenly fall from the writhing chamber in front of me..."

Yet, the phantom spoke: "Wukong, you’re rubbing your eyes with dirty hands again."