The tasks Hong Fei offered came with gold as part of the reward. Under normal circumstances, that could only be considered an extra, or might even be seen as an insult.
Because anyone capable of completing his tasks would not care about mere wealth.
But Deadpool was obviously different.
He yearned for gold—or rather, any form of money on Earth.
Hong Fei even suspected that if he gave him Zimbabwean dollars, as long as there were enough of them, Deadpool would still be moved.
Why this odd flower of the multiverse was the way he was did not matter.
Whether he had truly been terrified by poverty or merely used it as an excuse to motivate himself.
As long as Hong Fei achieved his goal, everything else was irrelevant.
Beams of light zipped around the room as Wade continuously tried out different abilities through the Dragon's Mark. He even transformed himself into a bizarre form with demonic claws for both hands and feet, demonic wings spread behind his back.
"This time, I'll trade my heart!" he suddenly shouted.
Then a massive amount of energy abruptly flooded into his body, turning him into a golden-red being of light in the blink of an eye.
With such constant use, the snow-white dragon roar on his wrist had gradually been dyed a delicate emerald green.
Wade did not care at all about what he lost. He could trade anything.
The various internal organs he offered in exchange also became pure energy and flowed into Hong Fei's Dragon Dimension.
Hong Fei had no reason to stop him.
He even began regretting why he had said earlier that Wade was the only Dragon Seal Deadpool.
Clearly, Deadpool was the person best suited to use the Dragon's Mark in the entire multiverse.
Suddenly.
Wade looked at