Multiverse: Deathstroke

Chapter 152: Ch.151 Leisurely Days

Chapter 152: Ch.151 Leisurely Days

Fortunately, the sake tasted just fine—quite strong, with a hint of fruit aroma. Su Ming pushed the bowl of rice aside and began enjoying the lobster and sake. As a super soldier, his rapid metabolism rendered alcohol largely ineffective, but since he was relaxing, a little drink to set the mood wasn't a bad idea.

The restaurant wasn't large, but the tables and chairs were made from sandalwood native to the island, with a beautiful hue and a faint fragrance. The sea breeze blew in through the window, making the atmosphere quite refreshing.

"Burd, have you ever thought about going back to England?"

"Perhaps..." Burd replied, wiping his mustache with a handkerchief. He gave a standard gentlemanly smile, though his eyes showed a trace of confusion. "I don't know how much longer I'll live, but after I die, I'd like to be buried behind the church in my hometown."

A former destroyer captain, now commanding a dinghy with a displacement of less than 3 tons—it left him at a loss for words. Perhaps he might get another ship, but who could predict the future?

Su Ming nodded and took another sip of his drink.

This fruit sake was an invention of the island's Japanese residents, but it wasn't served in the usual small porcelain cups; instead, it came in a large glass, like Western spirits, filled halfway.

"If you had the chance, would you want to return to the battlefield?"

Hearing Su Ming's question, Burd's eyes brightened momentarily, but he quickly returned to a calm demeanor. As a soldier, he indeed yearned to return to the battlefield, but he saw no sign of any impending war.

The Anglo-French alliance had won, Germany was down and out, and now Germans were struggling to feed themselves—how could they start another war?

Was Su Ming suggesting that the French might go to war with England?

That was possible. France had been the old rival, and historically, wars between England and France had lasted for a hundred years. The French were always eager to reclaim their place as Europe's dominant power.

"The Germans are still digesting the bitter fruit of their defeat. As for war, are you referring to the French?"

Su Ming knew it wasn't the French, but he wasn't going to mention a little man from Austria with a peculiar mustache. He chose to skip that part.

"We're all soldiers—smoke and death are already in our blood, and God always gives warriors a chance."

Although Su Ming had technically only participated in the Metal War, the thought of battle still made his blood boil. It was a feeling that was hard to describe—an addictive rush of adrenaline.

A joyful expression appeared on Burd's face, making him look much younger.

"Thank you for your blessing, though I shouldn't say this—war brings so much misfortune, yet as soldiers, we always hope for another war."

Using this as a starting point, the two began discussing the last world war. Burd assumed that Su Ming had been part of the American Expeditionary Force and was quite curious about it.

He wanted to know how Su Ming had survived so many injuries and what he had experienced.

Naturally, Su Ming indulged his curiosity, embellishing stories from films like *Saving Private Ryan* and *Enemy at the Gates* and setting them against the backdrop of World War I, making himself the protagonist.

These stories left Burd in awe, treating Su Ming as a legendary figure. Soldiers always admired strength, and although they were from different branches of the military, Su Ming's exploits were simply astounding.

Of course, Su Ming was just spinning tall tales to pass the time. He couldn't exactly tell Burd that he was a super soldier who had just taken down a cosmic-level villain like Barbatos, fought alongside a bunch of masked men, and then been sent here by a blue-skinned, naked man from another universe.

That would be a bit too surreal...

"God, Slade, you must be His chosen one! So many dangers, so many wounds, and yet you've survived them all."

By the time Su Ming finished, Burd—who usually didn't drink—was so moved that he ordered drinks so they could toast together. He held Su Ming in such high regard that he was practically worshipping him.

"I've been lucky, so I believe you'll return to a warship one day."

Su Ming shamelessly accepted the compliment and further flattered Burd. Building a good relationship with him was essential if Su Ming wanted to acquire Kahoolawe Island from him in the future.

The two chatted for hours, but in the end, Burd was the first to get drunk. Su Ming carried him back to the port and handed him over to his butler, agreeing to visit Kahoolawe Island later.

He stood on the dock, watching their small boat depart.

After stretching his back and arms, he picked up his gear and found a small inn by the seaside in Honolulu to stay in. In those days, no identity registration was needed—money was all that mattered.

For the next few days, Su Ming lived a completely leisurely life, strolling along the beach, drinking soda and beer.

Young women in old-fashioned swimsuits ran into the sea, their laughter ringing like silver bells.

The ocean always lifts the spirits. Watching the white waves approach and retreat, it was like a dance.

Unfortunately, at this time, few American women visited here. The beach was mostly filled with locals, and the conservative trends of the era meant that swimsuits were one-piece, not even exposing the belly.

But it was still a lovely place. Compared to the commoners in Europe, the natives of Hawaii were living quite well.

At this time, many in Europe were struggling to find enough to eat, but in Hawaii, as long as you were willing to work, the fish in the sea and the plants and animals on uninhabited islands were free for the taking.

After spending a few days exploring various beaches on different islands, Su Ming also tried his hand at bow hunting and diving. He even found a horse riding club catering to the wealthy, where he spent a few days riding.

However, his combat instincts still deeply influenced him.

For instance, when he saw the girls on the beach, his first reaction wasn't to check out their faces, chests, or legs. Instead, he looked at their upper arm muscles and checked for calluses from handling guns, assessing their combat abilities and positioning and any potential threats.

All of this calculation happened subconsciously, entirely out of his control, as if it were a reflex.

When he went hunting on a deserted island, he knew the jungle better than the native guides, and his hunting was always bloody. The guides were terrified, thinking he was some kind of psychopath, and quit shortly after they arrived on the island.

Butchers in Honolulu's market, on the other hand, were impressed by the way he bled, skinned, and decapitated the game with a single knife stroke. They admired him greatly and even became his second friend in Hawaii, after Burd.

Before he knew it, half a month had passed.

Entertainment options in Hawaii were quite limited during that time, and he quickly grew bored of the available activities. Su Ming found himself back on the beach.

At this moment, Su Ming was lying on a deck chair, a lei around his neck, sipping soda. He felt he was gradually getting used to this peaceful era.

The rapid metabolism of a super-soldier meant he didn't gain weight, so he could drink as much soda as he wanted. A bottle was only 25 cents.

He had suddenly gone from being an ordinary person to a super soldier, and now he was simply rediscovering what it felt like to be ordinary again. He adapted quickly.

He had learned to ignore those calculations and analyses. At least now, he wouldn't instinctively reach for his gun just because a stranger walked by.

Now, he was simply enjoying life, no longer thinking about all those chaotic things. He watched as the sun gradually set over the ocean, bathing everything around him in a golden glow.