"So, according to what you're saying..."
After some explanation, everyone more or less understood Fang Mo's current state. "Dimensional Demon Gods have different incarnations, and all of them are you?"
"More or less."
Fang Mo slowly nodded and corrected one point. "But I don't really have a concept of clones. Every one of the people standing before you right now is my true body, not some magic duplicate or Shadow Clone or whatever other nonsense. If you insist on understanding it that way, you can think of them as the infinite avatars of an Outer God..."
"And you still say you're not one of those Lovecraftian Outer Gods!"
Deadpool immediately started griping. "Ever since I slept with you, my brain's been getting more and more abnormal. I keep catching glimpses of knowledge that drives people insane!"
"Wait..."
Vanessa turned to look at Deadpool. "Wade, what do you mean, slept with?"
In fact, it wasn't just Vanessa. Even Xiaoyao beside the Second Entity turned to glance at Fang Mo, her expression speaking volumes.
"The three of us, obviously."
Deadpool spoke as if it were perfectly reasonable. "Back when the three of us were locked up together in prison, we couldn't sleep at night, so Russell and Fang Mo compared whose asshole was bigger. Russell might've been a kid, but he could hide a pen in there. Just when I thought that was impressive, I saw Fang Mo pull out a Purple Mood the size of a freaking door..."
"Purple Mood my ass."
Fang Mo couldn't hold it together anymore. "That was my damn Manyullyn Cleaver, okay?"
"I don't understand this stuff."
Deadpool spread his hands. "All I know is that you said you had an asshole backpack, and something about an unlimited four-dimensional space limited edition..."
"What does four-dimensional space mean?"