Just as Su Ming had expected.
Before long, the Deadpool variants and Rocket variants who had eagerly "returned home" earlier—
came back through the Time Doors to the chaotic Time Variance Authority lobby one after another, dejected and cursing.
Not a single one had chosen to remain in their original timeline.
"Damn it!
My world is full of green-faced people in skintight suits!"
"You had it good!
My world was ruled by an AI calling itself 'APT'! If you don't eat, sing, and dance, you get arrested!"
"My Peggy doesn't love me at all!
She fell in love with—Skill Gomoku!!!
What the hell is that??"
The Deadpools complained over one another, all their earlier excitement completely gone.
The Rocket variants were not quite as dramatic, but judging from their livid faces and tightly gripped weapons—
they had clearly gone through extremely unpleasant "homecoming trips" as well.
Su Ming watched the scene, his brows faintly furrowed.
Just as expected.
He sighed inwardly. The plot of Avengers 4 had not even begun yet.
And I've already been dragged into this timeline mess.
I got the good stuff, but who knew when I would be able to deliver the "local specialties" I promised Miss Earth's Will...
With the timeline in such a mess now—
would she even remember me?
It seemed that unless he found a way to sort out this tangled mess, peaceful days would remain out of reach.
Just as his thoughts wandered—
a Time Door abruptly opened before him.
A small figure, smoking black and covered in patchy, scorched fur, rolled out.
It carried a pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and burned flesh.
It was the Rocket from the main universe.
The moment he came out and saw Su Ming, it was as if he had found his backbone.