Wade had a regenerative factor in his body. This existence, which had altered his genes, also gave him the ability to never die.
Of course, it might have been a curse bestowed by some cosmic god so that Death would not be harassed by this damned cockroach bastard.
In short, Wade was an extremely special existence, much like how he had joined the Weapon X experiment to treat his cancer, only for...
The cancer did not kill him, but it disfigured him instead. Covered in sores and rotting all over—perhaps that was putting it nicely.
Yet among all the test subjects back then, he was the only one who survived.
It was also because of those cancer cells that he and his regenerative factor achieved an unprecedented stable balance. It made his skin extraordinarily sensitive; almost every moment, the skin on his face was reconstructing itself.
Rotting, healing.
The cells in his skin constantly died and were born. Under a microscope, his skin would seem to be endlessly writhing, as though millions upon millions of insects were biting beneath it.
That sounded rather terrifying.
But when one gained something, one often lost something else. That rule did not apply only to the magical world.
Brucie had snapped Wade's right arm backward at the joint. That was already a serious injury, at least in Brucie's eyes.
"Oh, gorgeous, you're wearing red underwear? Wow, and it's lace-trimmed. Your boyfriend must be very happy."
Wade acted as if he felt nothing at all. He even dared to turn his head and flirt with Brucie, making her expression turn icy.
She increased the force in her grip and kicked out at the same time.
"Ah!" Wade flew straight out, rolled twice across the ground, then lay prone and yanked his arm back into place.