What angered Thanos even more was that Death hadn't withdrawn her hand. She smiled at that sleazy fellow, seemingly quite interested in him.
Death really was interested in Deadpool. How should she put it? She had seen plenty of men, but never one so amusing, genuine, and... shameless. Honestly, she found him a refreshing novelty.
Moreover, an aura of death constantly clung to Deadpool, which made Death feel very favorably toward him.
Deadpool had originally been a mercenary. Later, he developed cancer and volunteered for an evil experiment in order to survive.
Simply put, the experiment involved injecting you with a drug, then endlessly beating, pummeling, and torturing you to force out your potential and turn you into a mutant.
Deadpool succeeded. He gained an extraordinary healing ability, but the cancer cells in his body never disappeared. Destruction, healing, destruction, healing... in a sense, Deadpool was constantly walking the edge of death.
Deadpool hadn't noticed Thanos's arrival. Seeing that Death hadn't withdrawn her hand, he was delighted. "My goddess, I never understood why I had to keep living. Now I know. It was because of you..."
"If you died, you could meet me sooner. Wow, look at your face. It's truly art."
Death lifted Deadpool's mask and gazed at his avocado-like head, her eyes full of admiration. She couldn't even resist reaching out to touch it.
Deadpool was rather dumbfounded. Other women either screamed or vomited when they saw his face. This was the first time a woman had admired it, and such an exceptional woman at that.
Deadpool could tell that her admiration was genuine, as though she were looking at a work of art.
Deadpool immediately grew excited. He straightened up and said, "Goddess, I'm willing to give you everything."
Death looked at Deadpool and couldn't help laughing.