"Sun-Chasing Ship" Bar, wine cellar, basement.
Deadpool, Wade Wilson, slowly came to. The first thing he saw was the blinding glare of a chandelier, making him feel as if his retinas were about to be roasted.
He found himself firmly tied to a chair in a cramped basement. Before him, a boy with an unnervingly calm expression was casually fiddling with... his time-travel wristband.
"Damn it! What did you do to me?!"
The moment Deadpool regained consciousness, he began screaming at the top of his lungs. "Listen, you little bastard! Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't mind playing this kind of solitary-confinement roleplay game with you, but not now! You'd better let me go right this instant, or the whole universe is going to be destroyed!"
Faced with Deadpool's apocalyptic threat, Miles remained unmoved.
He seemingly had no interest in saying much. Instead, he focused as much of his attention as possible on the time-travel wristband in his hand.
To Miles's senses, this thing had practically begun to transcend the very concept of an "electronic device." It was fundamentally different from the common electronic equipment of this era and had clearly entered the realm of Quantum Technology.
In this regard, although his Electronic Signal Manipulation ability could still work, its effectiveness was greatly reduced.
Even so, Miles used his ability to scan the wristband's internal design as thoroughly as possible and memorized it for future study.
Only then did he shift his attention to the Deadpool in front of him.
Red suit, two swords, a nonstop mouth, and that indescribable stench... it was definitely Deadpool.
"Oh, shit!"
Noticing that Miles had zoned out, Deadpool cursed even louder. "Listen! That thing isn't your toy! If you don't want to accidentally travel into the past, discover that your mom only gave birth to