Editorial Department: I Want to Blow Him Up!

The people in the Editorial Department had all gone green.

There were two people they feared most: the insane Deadpool, and the hot-tempered, unreasonable Supreme Little Superman.

Those two bastards had once turned the Editorial Department upside down and tormented the editors endlessly.

If they absolutely had to pick which of those two trashy jerks they hated more, it was undoubtedly Supreme Little Superman.

Deadpool might have been awful, but he rarely came to the Editorial Department. He would usually lose interest after visiting once and not come back again—though there were countless Deadpools across the multiverse. Very few of them could detect the Editorial Department's existence, and among those few, only a tiny fraction could break through the Fourth Wall...

Counting them on their fingers, there really were not many Deadpools who had a chance to reach the Editorial Department.

But Supreme Little Superman was different. That bastard had never treated himself like an outsider. Every time he showed up, he acted like the boss, barking orders at them, making them do this and that, and occasionally beating them up. He was shamelessly overbearing to the extreme.

Though there was only one Supreme Little Superman, the suffering he caused them was worse than what a hundred Deadpools could inflict.

When Deadpool came, they could still reason with him.

Supreme Little Superman was different. He loved it when people tried to reason with him, because while others communicated with their mouths, he communicated with his fists.

Bang!

Supreme Little Superman casually tore off the other half of the door and threw it aside with a bang, kicking up a cloud of dust. His icy gaze swept across the silent Editorial Department as his huge, towering frame looked down upon the people pretending to be absorbed in their work.

"You people