Su Ming roughly knows Wade's thoughts, but has no intention of delving into them. What exactly is reality, what is illusion, the boundaries are very blurry.
Studying that isn't very meaningful, and it could ultimately turn into philosophical speculation, something like "a flower is a world"...
Therefore, Su Ming just needs to pay Wade. Wade is acting as a mercenary, and Su Ming is also acting as a mercenary. In Wade's eyes, everyone is an actor.
Empathy is just a basic tactic.
"Hurry and get the stuff, we'll need it soon."
Su Ming ended his thoughts, pushing Wade's smelly body slightly, telling him not to be so close.
"Just... no, here it goes again... I'm taking a nap."
Wade collapsed.
"He's dead again," Hamill glanced at Wade and reported to Su Ming.
"Yes, I saw it, completely dead."
Su Ming poked Wade's corpse, then looked at his dagger. Could the Tear of Extinction also be effective here? Or is the Death Spore Flower not yet fully digested?
Wade didn't die instantly; he revived after a while, like an indirect effect.
If only Holloway were here, he could do an autopsy on Wade. Right now, Su Ming and the others don't have enough medical skills to fully determine the cause of death.
Ciri sat silently next to Secret Guest, hugging her knees with a very aggrieved look. Sure enough, Slade was right; people in this world can truly die and live, live and die.
Not only that, Deadpool even said thanks and then went on to get himself killed again.
Thinking about Vesmir's matters, Ciri gradually spaced out.
"I'm done, what about you?"
In less than a few seconds, Wade jumped up again, rubbing his lower back, speaking to Su Ming in a boastful tone as if he had just finished 'exercising'.
"You were even faster. I'm still waiting for you to do my thing," Su Ming replied calmly. At this moment, the Flying Carpet transformed from a Magic Floating Cloak was hovering in the air; without the Gemstone, it shouldn't proceed any further.
"Hey, what are you talking about? In my dream, I didn't stop for seven days and nights—a real man." Wade's white eyes on his mask widened, he emphasized the phrase "real man" a lot.
"Anyway, only you know, right? How do you prove things in a dream?" Su Ming deliberately teased him. He knew Wade wasn't dreaming while asleep, but his soul had reached the Court of Death.
"Uh... stab me again, this time I'll record it on my phone. Wait... can things recorded in a dream be seen in reality? Has my body always been here?" After receiving Su Ming's affirmative response, Deadpool held his head: "What's going on? My head hurts, I can't understand it, it's like a hangover. You must have damaged my brain earlier, pay up."
"Alright, I'll add another 100, satisfied?" Su Ming spread his hands, anyway, it's all empty promises. Without completing the task, there's no way to fulfill them: "Hurry and get the stuff."
Just as Deadpool planned to climb the wall to check the editorial department, he forgot about it upon receiving money. Indeed, currently on a mission, women's matters can be postponed.
He thought for a moment, twisted a few knobs on his belt, then slapped the black and red Deadpool emblem in the middle and vanished from the spot.
A second later, he reappeared, holding a black and red Gemstone.
However, at this moment he was battered and torn, with a large hole on one side of his body, as if a chunk of his internal organs had been eaten. It was slowly healing.
He twisted his intestines like wringing a cloth, using his hand to ladle the blood from his abdominal cavity, then handed the Gemstone to Su Ming.
"Your poison seems to have fused with my blood. A dinosaur took a bite of me like a roast goose, eating my tenderloin and liver, then it died instantly. I saw it clearly, it didn't even chew, didn't swallow the piece of meat, just died. Can this poison be bought from a TV shopping channel?"
"Unless you plan to suck the piece of meat out of the dinosaur's throat like how the Prince awakened Snow White?" Su Ming didn't answer, but instead changed the subject.
Wade shivered and slightly shrank his head back: "Bro, you know human-animal movie ratings are definitely over NC-17, right? Of course, we're not talking about World of Warcraft and Jurassic Park... But if that dinosaur begged me and paid in US Dollars, I might consider it."
The Strangulation on Su Ming's palm melted away, allowing him to personally touch the 'Story Continuity' Gemstone, and a kind of indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.
"No, I can't use it."
Su Ming unhesitatingly tossed the Gemstone back to Deadpool; the gem was filled with crazy laughter and various comedic show mixed imagery.
There were circus performances, stand-up comedy, comedy movies, even strip shows, and a large amount of hallucinogenic effects. These things seemed poured into a funnel, desperately trying to flow into Su Ming's soul.
This is the concept and knowledge the editors infused into Deadpool during his creation—where mercenary and Martial Arts Master elements akin to those of Deathstroke are there, but more prominently composed of B-movies and street jokes.
Truly indescribable, extraordinarily diverse, countless voices simultaneously echoed in the soul, countless scenes unfolded in the mind, even X Metal couldn't isolate their existence.
No wonder the Ancient Divine Attendant created on the DC side is so soulful; it turns out Deadpool's essence is like the King in Yellow—the King of Comedy...
This gemstone is Deadpool's exclusive cheat; no matter who obtains it, to use it, they must first become Deadpool.
Su Ming has already learned through a series of actions that his world-recognized core is of the dark type, and if he becomes Deadpool, one of the two Deadpools in the same world must die.
Changing oneself only has disadvantages and no benefits; not everyone can endure full-body ulcers, itching, and oozing yellow pus. Even if Strangulation might be happy with food and drink, Su Ming would not be.
"Uh, in the end, is this gemstone just my personal treasure? No one will come to steal it; it's really boring."
"As long as it's useful, let's try it first and change all the undead below."
Deadpool lay on the edge of the flying carpet and looked down, thought for a moment, then knelt and tapped his palm with his fist. He had an idea.
"Ladies and gentlemen, watch closely; Lord Deadpool is about to solve this army of hundreds of millions! Magical Fairy Ballala, transform..."
He actually started dancing on the flying carpet, making all sorts of coquettish poses, shaking his buttocks as if they were bells.
Their gazes toward him became unfamiliar.
"Walter? You can dance calisthenics on the flying carpet, but I can't do aerobics? That's a double standard, just like the UK law that allows pregnant women to urinate in any police officer's helmet but no one else."
Wade clearly noticed everyone's gaze. He held a two-person transfer handkerchief pose and protested to Su Ming.
"Because it's my cloak."
Su Ming sighed; he felt so tired.
"Petty, you think I don't know this cloak was supposed to be Strange's? You altered history to obtain it. Do you know how miserable Strange is now?" Deadpool stopped dancing, crossed his arms, and said in a righteous tone.
"I don't care. Solve the problem below now."
"Alright, alright, I've obviously dropped a joke, and you didn't even catch it; you'll really lose popularity that way." Deadpool sighed helplessly, took off his hood: "I don't want you to die, Slade. How about I kiss my butt and share some popularity?"
"... Ah."
"Did your hand slip again?"
"Yeah."
"Then can you explain how a nearly two-meter-long giant sword slipped into my chest?"
"Who delivered the sword to your chest? It was the round bright moon, moon." Su Ming replied word by word, his gaze transparent.
The Godslayer transformed again, turning into a small dagger and being pulled out from Deadpool's chest, leaving behind a charred wound from electrical roasting.
Deadpool touched his chest, feeling tingly.
He helplessly turned his head to the side and explained to the unseen audience: "Honestly, sometimes I think my cousin is the true madman. He often attacks others for no reason, even those who love him deeply, like me—pure and kind me, handsome and charming me, and considerate and gentle me."
"Are you done talking? Get on with the real work. If there are indeed any viewers, they'll be driven crazy by you dragging the plot and talking nonsense."
"No, they won't, because everyone loves me; at this point in time, they don't have many other choices, do they? Like Monday morning when you turn on the TV and find the only programs are the President's speech and home shopping. Which one do you watch?"
"I would turn off the TV and go online," Su Ming replied.
"That's what I thought too." Deadpool smiled, put his hood back on, looked at the dark crowd below, and held the gemstone in his hand with a roar: "Avada Kedavra!"
Countless green light points sprayed from the gemstone like tadpoles, with tiny tails flying downward. They swam rapidly through the air, wagging their tails.
Watching this intermittent spray of things from the gemstone, Su Ming felt that something seemed off.
But since countless undead below indeed needed innumerable light points to deal with, he didn't say much. Other than the color resembling Avada Kedavra, nothing else matched.
So, the undead hit by the green light balls were all transformed into teddy bears by Deadpool.
Even though they were still alive and their bodies were still incomplete, this way, they completely lost their lethality.
Su Ming walked to the edge of the flying carpet and looked below: a furry brown sea, with various broken dolls frantically screaming, tearing their round arms, floppy ears, and pulling out stuffing from their bellies, tossing it everywhere.
The scene had become even more bizarre than before.