An Omniscient God? Taken Down by the Entire Internet's Bullet Comments
Colossus reached up and touched the claw mark on his chest, then looked at the empty, severed left shoulder and couldn't help but sigh.
"Comrade Ma Jun, what should we do?"
Ma Jun put the gun back in its holster and shook his two sore and numb forearms.
"Lock this thing up first, then we need to hurry up and investigate the cellar."
Ma Jun knelt down on one knee, took out alloy handcuffs from his waist bag, and grabbed Anise's wrist.
Just as the handcuffs tightened the first buckle, a burst of golden light suddenly appeared in the dim, gloomy air above the dilapidated church.
The hum of electricity echoed in the hall.
Ma Jun sighed again.
Damn it, I finally managed to snag a catwoman who can unleash her full power, and now who's showing up?
Without hesitation.
Ma Jun rolled forward half a circle, pressing his palm onto the gun handle.
A semi-transparent phantom is slowly emerging from the golden light.
It was a well-proportioned, bald white man with what appeared to be an earphone clipped to either side of his head.
The pebbles on the ground floated up even without wind.
Deadpool heard the noise and tilted his head to look at the bald man in mid-air.
"Hey, is that the signature look of Mr. Wang, the appliance repairman at the village entrance?"
"With two huge, solid gold headsets welded to his head, is he receiving some kind of rural romance radio broadcast, or listening to a serialized storytelling program for old people?"
"A bunch of carbon-based mortals who just wallow in the mud!"
"I am Game Master!"
"In every corner of this backward planet, the joys and sorrows, the distractions and greed of six billion intelligent beings surge through my mind."
"Your self-righteous resistance is nothing more than two insignificant, cheap plastic dice on a chessboard in my eyes!"
Ma Jun ignored the other party's long-winded talk and reminded Colossus next to him.
"That bastard is using some kind of brainwave control technique; he's probably hiding a high-powered signal transmitter nearby."
"Find a signal box nearby and smash it!"
After saying that, Ma Jun drew his sidearm, raised his hand, and pulled the trigger at the guy who called himself Game Master.
Two golden ripples spread out from the Game Master's chest.
"Save your energy, you barbaric sheriff."
"My physical body sits serenely within a permafrost glacier 800 meters underground in the Switzerland Alps, enjoying the purest tranquility."
"What you see before you is merely an avatar of a star that I projected from the spiritual dimension across the ocean."
"Bullets cannot kill the mind, much less touch the divine."
The Game Master raised his arms flat, and the golden devices on either side of his head erupted with high-frequency vibrations, sending visible ripples sweeping across the hall in an instant.
"Since you enjoy violence so much, then please me by putting on a farcical show of mutual slaughter before this altar!"
An invisible Mind Stone control swept over the three of them.
Ma Jun swayed, feeling as if a red-hot iron rod was constantly stirring inside his head.
After Colossus trembled all over, he slammed his right arm directly at Ma Jun.
"Kill... eliminate the target... for glory..."
"Boom!"
Ma Jun was knocked to the ground, a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, causing him to cough repeatedly.
The Game Master, suspended in mid-air, wore a cold, scrutinizing expression.
He casually turned his gaze to Deadpool, who was standing to the side with his head tilted to the side, his right hand rummaging in his pocket.
"As for you, you reckless, red-faced clown..."
Your foul mouth is irritating!
"Let the Torrent of Thoughts completely overwhelm your pathetic self-awareness, and watch your nervous system burn out under endless overload!"
A beam of energy, about the thickness of a finger, poured into Deadpool's brain.
Greed, grief, cries for help, and illogical ramblings...
If an ordinary person were to come into contact with it, their brain would instantly die.
Deadpool offered no resistance after being struck by the beam, quietly awaiting his death.
His arms hung down at his sides, and the fork in his hand fell onto his feet.
He stood there, stiff and still, like a dried-up corpse.
"It's over."
"No brain tissue of any carbon-based life form has ever been able to withstand Omniscient Vision."
"Your consciousness has turned to ashes."
Just as the Game Master was about to withdraw the mental connection and let Colossus crush Ma Jun to death.
Deadpool's head, which was tilted to his shoulder, twitched nervously.
Then came the second one.
With a cracking sound as bones dislocated, Deadpool's head turned back, jerking back again.
"Heh... heh heh... heh ha ha!"
A bizarre, illogical laugh escaped from beneath the red and black mask.
Deadpool farted at the Game Master.
That's it?
"Hey, you brain-computer interface enthusiast, after all that fuss, this is all you've managed to produce?"
"You call this the Torrent of Thought?"
"Your passageway doesn't even qualify as a transfer passage at Xizhimen subway station at 8:30 am on Monday!"
"My brain is usually filled with three talkative commentators, plus a hundred thousand 'money-grubbing' parents outside the screen who are constantly threatening to kill me with knives and demanding more updates!"
"What are you planning to do by feeding me billions of filthy ideas?"
The composed Game Master was taken aback.
What's going on? Does this guy have no brain?
Driven by a strange curiosity, the Game Master attempts to examine Deadpool's memories.
Just one glance, only one glance.
The Game Master's nose started bleeding profusely.
"Wait... what are you thinking about?"
"What is this?!"
"Quickly withdraw your consciousness!"
The Game Master was horrified to discover that he couldn't disconnect!
The mental channel that was originally used to control others has become a reverse-flowing water pipe.
The garbled code that had been lurking in Deadpool's mind for countless years was now frantically pouring into the Game Master's neurons through the mental link.
"No... why is there a fourth wall?!"
Who are the readers?!
What does "generating electricity for love" mean?!
Why is the screen filled with flying white text?!
Stop sending me the Crazy Thursday transfer code!
"Stop! Stop it now!"
The ball of light that had gathered around the Game Master began to crumble.
"Three hundred gigabytes... all uncensored... two women and one..."
Why is there a green dinosaur with a beard wearing a maid outfit?!
"What kind of twisted memory fragments are these?!"
"Please... disconnect it!"
My brain is melting!
In Deadpool's mind, countless bullet comments filled with intense subjective emotions were scrolling wildly.
There are also all sorts of random, outdated internet memes and pop-up links from Pinduoduo offering discounts.
And there's the endless stream of nonsensical storytelling.
For a master of the Mind Stone who relies on subtle logic and order to maintain his rationality, this kind of illogical, absurd, and self-destructive mental virus is ten thousand times more deadly than any physical toxin.