Multiverse: Deathstroke

Chapter 367: Ch.366 Keeper

"Call it whatever you want, Nightmaster."

Seeing Detective Chimp and Diana ordering drinks, Tracy couldn't help but snark. You're the owner here—do you really need to pay for drinks?

Since there's no need to pay, why even specify the number of pints?

Bobo slammed his glass down on the bar, the heavy thud echoing across the room.

"Damn it, Tracy, I've told you not to call me that."

Diana pursed her lips. "Did she just call you Nightmaster?"

The chimp took the glass that flew to him, spinning it with his fingers on the bar, his head hanging low as he spoke softly. "You saw it happen too—it all took place right before our eyes. Jim stayed behind for us, and then he got killed by some psychopath Batman with a patterned mask."

"Only he deserves the name Nightmaster. I inherited his sword, his bar, and the magical dimension of Myrra. It's a heavy responsibility, but his title should have gone with him."

Detective Chimp spoke while pulling a longsword out of his coat pocket, as if from another dimension.

Though called the Sword of Night, it was a brightly glowing magical blade.

"You're responsible for protecting an entire dimension?" Diana had no idea how to maintain a magical dimension, and the weight of Bobo's responsibility made her feel overwhelmed.

Bobo slapped the Sword of Night down on the bar like a deck of cards, then took a sip from his glass, grimacing.

"It's actually not a bad feeling, drinking in the place where your best friend sacrificed himself, with a huge sword of responsibility hanging over your head."

Seeing the pain on Bobo's face, Diana felt a pang of sympathy. "Tracy shouldn't joke about something like this."

Bobo quickly masked his sorrow, turning his focus back to his glass. "I used to know her father, Terry Thirteen, code-named 'Doctor Thirteen.' He always insisted I wasn't a chimp but rather some comedian in a monkey suit... Tracy's a good kid, though, unless she just turned my beer into apple juice."

The punk girl tilted her head, showing a mischievous grin. "That wasn't apple juice."

Bobo rolled his eyes and turned back to Diana. "On second thought, she's definitely a demon. Can you call the Justice League in to deal with her?"

"Ha." Diana smiled. At least the Oblivion Bar hadn't changed.

"Alright, let's talk about something more cheerful—like corpses." Bobo donned his detective hat and hopped down from the barstool.

The beer was a lost cause—Tracy would just turn it all into apple juice anyway.

"Huh?" Diana didn't quite understand what Detective Chimp meant.

"I'm talking about the mages' bodies you found earlier. Where are they now?"

"I notified the Justice League, and logistics personnel have taken the bodies to the Dark Justice League headquarters beneath the Hall of Justice."

Diana understood now; Bobo wanted to check the bodies, possibly hoping to uncover something.

The so-called logistics personnel were actually the former Blackhawks, reassigned by the Justice League after they could no longer serve much purpose, Batman had them take care of cleanup work.

Like rescuing people from collapsed buildings or handling compensation for collateral damage caused by other heroes.

"Alright then, let's head out. I know I'm not the Grand Magus Sargon you wanted, but I'm all you've got." Bobo used his hand to smooth down the fur on his face, trying to look presentable. "I didn't earn the title of Detective Chimp just because of my dashing looks. Now let's go investigate."

"Of course, but you seem to have overlooked something—I'm not alone." Wonder Woman scratched her temple, pointing behind her into the darkness.

Bobo glanced behind her, seeing Deathstroke drinking with a troublesome companion.

"Damn it, Const—wait, unless Constantine's spell backfired and gave him breasts, I must be seeing things." Detective Chimp sheathed the Sword of Night on the bar, not expecting to see Albera here again.

"Hey, Bobo, you clever little fuzzball."

Bobo covered his head, feeling a headache—really, it was Albera, that she-devil.

She was real, and she spoke to him!

In a pocket dimension like the Oblivion Bar, there was a limit to how much power it could hold. And if Albera got drunk, there'd be no holding her back.

When Nightmaster was alive, he always kept a wary eye on her.

As for Deathstroke, Bobo recognized it was the other one, and Wonder Woman would only work with that particular Deathstroke.

"Let's go, quickly. Take this damn succubus with us." Bobo pulled open the bar's door, revealing the shortcut to the Dark Justice League headquarters.

"You're breaking my heart, Bobo." Albera stood up, holding a bottle in one hand and ruffling Bobo's head with the other, her height reaching just his waist. "Did you forget the fun we had that night, hmm?"

If not for his black fur, everyone would've seen black lines forming above Bobo's head.

"Are you talking about that time you got drunk here, tied me up with Hell magic, and force-fed me bananas all night? Stop making it sound so misleading!"

Albera tilted her head, a smile on her pretty face. "I thought we were like keeper and pet—you're so heartless!"

Bobo sighed and looked up at Diana. "Are you sure we need to bring this cursed life-size Barbie along?"

Su Ming answered on Diana's behalf, stepping out of the darkness toward the bar. "Yes, I'm sure. We're investigating what's wrong with magic. So without a caster in the team, who's going to make the professional assessments?"

Detective Chimp extended his hand toward Su Ming. "Give me a cigarette—cigar, whatever. The stronger, the better."

Su Ming handed him a Wilson cigarette. Bobo lit it and took a deep drag, feeling like he got screwed over last time—fooled into piloting the Ultima Thule to gather multiverse reinforcements, only to return and take a blast from Barbatos.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he'd have been turned to chimp ash.

But Su Ming was right. Besides Albera, who'd do anything for money, they had no other willing spellcasters.

Constantine? He wasn't any better.

"Alright, fine, as long as you promise she won't come within two meters of me, we'll go together."

Bobo made a compromise. He wanted to prove to the magical community that even though he wasn't the Nightmaster, he could still solve the magical world's crises.

"Uh, if you think two meters is a safe distance from a sorcerer, then sure, I promise." Su Ming looked at Bobo sympathetically, putting on his mask and leading the way to the portal.

Albera licked her lips, conjuring a large banana with Hellfire, giving Bobo a knowing smile before following Deathstroke.

Detective Chimp let out a long sigh. He was exhausted even before they started. What could he do?

No choice—things had come this far, and there was no turning back.

He returned to the bar to finish off the apple juice, then hurried after the others.

"Damn it!"