Those two vibranium blades were actually useless to Deadpool. They were just an excuse. As long as Wakanda and Talokan went to war and fought as viciously as possible, what he could gain would far exceed those two blades.
"Then thank you, Mr. Deadpool. I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll have Okoye take you to rest first."
Shuri finally smiled and promptly issued an order to leave.
After seeing how ugly Deadpool was, any favorable impression she had of him vanished. Treating him as an ordinary acquaintance was more than enough.
Besides, she truly did have things to do. If Shuri wanted to avenge her mother, she needed power, and for her, the only way to gain power was to become the Black Panther.
She needed to return to her laboratory and use technology to restore the heart-shaped herb, finding a way to become the Black Panther!
After giving those instructions, Shuri turned and left without another word.
"Ah, bright sunshine. Another day full of energy!"
The next day, Deadpool stepped out of the residence Wakanda had arranged for him and stood on the enormous balcony, spreading his arms toward the newly risen sun.
Now that Deadpool possessed Kryptonian powers, every time he basked in sunlight, he could feel his strength rapidly increasing.
He was deeply fascinated by that sensation.
The old Deadpool had been powerful, certainly, but only by ordinary human standards.
Before gaining the Undying Body ability, he had merely been a special forces soldier whose skills had reached the limit, capable of pulling off absurd stunts like slicing bullets apart with a blade.
After gaining the Undying Body, however, he became wildly reckless. Although his strength had not declined, he fought extremely halfheartedly because he could not die. There was no need