The World Outside the Box
"WTF?! WTF?! Where the hell am I?!" Deadpool's scream still echoed in the room, like a startled, screeching chicken.
He bounced a few times on the ground like a naked shrimp, trying to cover his vital parts with his blistered arms (with little effect). His clear and bright eyes, restored by Chen Tian, scanned the two people in the room in terror— Chen Tian, covered in blood and with eyes as sharp as knives, and the kindly smiling, unfathomable Stan Lee version of OAA.
However, amidst this extreme chaos, Deadpool's unpredictable nerves seemed to suddenly veer onto a different track.
His exaggeratedly defensive posture suddenly froze, and then... he quickly relaxed like a deflated balloon.
"Wait..." Deadpool's voice suddenly became calm, even carrying a hint of sudden realization.
He stopped trying to hide himself and instead stood up straight, even puffing out his chest to show off his perfect body, which had been reshaped by Chen Tian with the Infinity Stones and was now perfectly sculpted and flawless.
He lowered his head, patted his firm, fair, unblemished abs with satisfaction, making a crisp "slap slap" sound, and then pinched his smooth cheek—where once horrible scars had covered.
"Oh, my darlings, you're still so perfect~" He winked at his chest and at one of the little ones.
After doing all this, he raised his head again, his clear, almost foolish eyes scanning back and forth between Chen Tian and OAA, filled with pure curiosity and doubt, as if the exaggerated fear he had shown earlier had never existed.
"Chen Tian? Old Li?" Deadpool tilted his head, bubbles sliding down his wet hair, his tone carrying a detached innocence. "You two... what kind of performance art are you doing? By the way, Old Li, your new look is pretty good, those sunglasses are cool! And..."
He looked at Chen Tian and pointed to his still-bleeding wound, "Bro, did you just come from a Halloween zombie party? Your cosplay is pretty realistic!"
Chen Tian: "..."
His eye twitched, ignoring Deadpool's ramblings, and his gaze turned to OAA.
The deep blue Blue Planet burning in the depths of his pupils was filled with intense confusion. "The helper you found for me... is it him? Wade Wilson?"
He simply couldn't understand it.
Admittedly, Deadpool possesses incredible regenerative abilities and near-psychotoxic verbal skills, but when it comes to the fundamentals of the Multiverse and the ultimate battle against the creators of the "Box"...
What can he do? Smash Fourth Wall with a yellow rubber duck?
"Yes, little one." OAA's gentle smile deepened, carrying an air of certainty that said, "That's exactly right."
He gracefully sat back in his high-backed chair, picked up his teacup, and looked as if he were admiring an interesting painting.
"Wade Wilson ...that guy is a special case, no matter where he is." He took a sip of tea, his tone meaningful, "Even in the other 'Box'."
These words, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, instantly created ripples in Chen Tian's mind.
"Box"... other "Box"...
A sudden idea flashed through Chen Tian's mind! He abruptly looked at Deadpool was still curiously poking his perfect abs with his finger.
That's right! Deadpool!
This cheeky, Merc with a Mouth is a unique being who can sense and even break the "Fourth Wall," whether in the Marvel Universe, the Marvel Cinematic Universe, or in those imaginative fan fictions!
He knows he's a comic book character, can talk to readers, and can criticize the writers! In a way, he himself is a "bug" deliberately set up by the writers to break the rules of the narrative!
"I understand!" Chen Tian blurted out, a look of understanding flashing in his eyes. "He's an expert on the 'Fourth Wall'! He can sense the existence of the 'script'!"
But then he frowned. "But... as far as I know, even in those fan fictions, Wade usually only sees through the fictional nature of 'Marvel' itself. He can recognize the existence of comics and movies, and can even talk to the readers/viewers, but he seems... unable to see through the essence of the outer 'Box'? For example, are those novels themselves just stories in another Box?"
Chen Tian pointed out the key point.
In those fan-made works that give Deadpool a unique perspective, Deadpool can see through the fact that "Marvel is fictional," but he often fails to see further that "the entire world that underpins this novel is also fictional."
He broke through the first wall, but he couldn't see that there were even higher walls beyond it.
Upon hearing Chen Tian's words, OAA did not directly answer Chen Tian's question.
He merely curled a more enigmatic smile at the corner of his lips, leisurely placing the teacup back on the table with a crisp "ding."
"Chen Tian," OAA's voice was gentle and persuasive, his gaze behind his sunglasses seeming to pierce through time, "You may have forgotten... just a short while ago, I mentioned this to you..."
He leaned forward slightly, his tone as if reminding a forgetful child.
"Once upon a time... there was a guy who could vaguely see through the 'Fourth Wall.' He was very special..."
OAA's words were like a cold key, instantly unlocking a drawer deep within Chen Tian's memory that had been forcibly sealed away!
The azure Blue Planet in his pupils flickered violently!
That forest! Sokovia!! 1999!! That crazy guy in the red and black bodysuit!
Appeared suddenly!
More importantly--
"... At a crucial juncture in his life, he inadvertently revealed to that 'troublemaker' at the time..."
OAA's voice continued to ring out, each word like a heavy hammer, striking Chen Tian's completely non-existent memories!
"... A seemingly simple sentence that reveals the true essence of this world!"
Chen Tian's breath hitched!
"Um... what was I going to say?"
["I don't know either, buddy, what were we doing just now? I feel like my brain has been turned into mush, like when my roommate licked my xxxx. By the way, do you know my roommate? You know, that blind old black woman, she... sob sob sob."]
"By the way, what did I just say?" Chen Tian turned to ask 2B beside him.
[2B seemed to have just been enveloped by some inexplicable force as well. Hearing Chen Tian's question, she finally reacted, "Ah, Master, I... I think I just... crashed..."]
Chen Tian scratched the back of his head, his brows slightly furrowed.
"That's strange... were we just talking about something important?"
"Master, my system just encountered an anomaly." 2B gently pressed her temple. "It's like the cache was forcibly reset."
It's been modified!
Chen Tian suddenly raised his head, his face filled with extreme shock and anger at being toyed with!
He looked incredulously at Deadpool, who was still studying his perfect abs and looking completely bewildered, on the ground, and then abruptly turned to OAA, who still had a gentle smile on his face!
Memories were forcibly reset! Dialogue was erased on the spot! Like erasing chalk from a blackboard! Even 2B, a mechanical lifeform, was not spared!
"Looks like you figured it out, hahaha." OAA laughed gleefully at Chen Tian's shocked expression, as if watching a captivating drama.
"I never expected that the creator of this 'Box' would choose to leave this scene at that point. At the time, I didn't understand why, but now it seems..." OAA's smile took on a deeper meaning, "Perhaps he also wanted to have a direct dialogue with you? Or rather, he wanted to see how you, the 'variable,' would react to the truth?"
"What the hell are you guys talking about?!" Deadpool finally stopped admiring himself, completely bewildered by the tense atmosphere between the two and the words he couldn't understand at all (Box? creator? reset?!).
He scratched his wet hair, bubbles falling everywhere. "What plot did I miss? The sequel script to 'Deadpool Kills the Editors'? Or some parallel universe's 'Deadpool vs. OAA'? Old Li, that's not fair! You didn't even tell me I had a role?!" He was completely unaware that he was the key person being reset.
Chen Tian ignored Deadpool's rambling.
He forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart, his gaze fixed intently on OAA, his voice slightly hoarse with urgency. "So... now! What should I do?!"
OAA's smile vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented sharpness!
His eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, seemed to ignite, and he leaned forward slightly, almost impatiently letting out a low growl:
"Now?! I'm standing right in front of you right now!" He pointed to his Stan Lee-like chest. "Your 'I Am Stronger' ability! The ultimate power that covers everything, surpasses everything, and rewrites reality! Can't it overshadow my power?!"
OAA's voice rose, filled with fervor and an almost seductive fervor:
"Power greater than mine! Power infinitely many times greater than mine! Isn't that enough for you to use your purest, most brute force to smash! Smash through that damned 'Box lid'?! Tear it open! Make a hole! Face that 'bastard' hiding behind it!!!"
This crazy and direct proposal exploded in Chen Tian's mind like a thunderbolt!
Using "I Am Stronger" to directly overwhelm the power of OAA, and then using that power, which is infinitely greater than OAA, to forcefully shake the boundary of the "Box"?!
This idea is simple, direct, and full of the characteristics of Chen Tian's own abilities!
Chen Tian's heart pounded wildly, a savage urge to destroy ignited within him, fueled by an overwhelming surge of hope!
But the next second, his brows furrowed tightly as he looked at Deadpool, who was still trying to mold a duck out of bubbles. "Then... what's the point of having him?"
Surely we're not going to have him act as a cheerleader or distract the creators with his verbal sparring, are we?
Faced with Chen Tian's most crucial question, OAA's fanatical expression instantly vanished, replaced by a kind, gentle, and enigmatic smile.
He gracefully sat back in his chair, picked up his teacup, as if he weren't the radical who had just incited the wall-smashing rioter.
He casually tossed out the key point in a relaxed, conversational tone:
"Have him help you find that... the place that will truly allow you to 'leave' the Box."
"After all, smashing a hole only vents your anger, or gets the other person's attention. But to actually get inside, sit at that table, or even..."
"... To find that guy squatting in the toilet and reason with him, you need a 'channel,' a precise 'entry point.' And to find that 'point'..."
His gaze returned to Deadpool, filled with a strange anticipation.
"... That's where our one and only 'locksmith' comes in, the one who once unwittingly pried open the edge of the 'Box,' and still bears the marks of that prying."
Deadpool: "??? Key? Locksmith? Me?! Uh... wait, Lee, while I am indeed very good at picking all kinds of locks, whether it's bank locks, safe deposit boxes, or certain special kinds..."
He touched his perfect chin, looking innocent and bewildered. "But this kind of 'Box lock' that you're talking about sounds so high-tech... Did I ever pick one in my past life (or the life before that?)? I have absolutely no recollection of it. Did I do it when some jerk author forcibly lowered my intelligence?"
OAA's words were like a spark that ignited a fuse, instantly unleashing all the resolve and power that had been brewing in Chen Tian's heart!
Chen Tian smiled.
That wasn't the despairing self-mockery from before, nor was it a crazed grin.
It was a pure smile, a smile of sudden enlightenment, a dispelling of all doubts, and a placing of all bets on this moment.
He slowly raised his arm; the hand that had once torn apart the rules of the universe now appeared calm and composed, as if he had merely casually stretched out his five fingers.
He took a deep breath.
The air in the room seemed to be sucked out instantly, and the flames in the fireplace suddenly froze, no longer leaping, like a butterfly pinned to amber.
The fresh scent of pine, the lingering aroma of black tea, the sweet, bubbly bubbles of Deadpool's shower gel... all the smells vanished, leaving only an absolute, vacuum-like silence.
Chen Tian's gaze sharpened to its extreme in that single breath!
The burning azure starlight deep within his pupils was no longer a flame, but had transformed into two cold, constant stars that seemed capable of piercing through the eternal the Void!
His gaze, sharp as a tangible blade, was fixed firmly on OAA.
'I Am Stronger'
This conceptual, irrational ultimate power, driven by his will, surged forth like a burst dam, silently rushing towards the OAA before him—
This supreme administrator, who transcends all Multiverse and is an avatar of the will that is the source of all stories, surged forth and swept away!
There was no earth-shattering energy explosion, no terrifying spectacle of space being torn apart.
Only a deeper, rule-based rewriting is taking place.
Chen Tian's will is the new iron law; his "stronger" power overwrites the very foundational setting of the universe represented by OAA! It's like using a higher-dimensional blueprint to cover the original blueprint.
He looked at the OAA, and the gentle image of Stan Lee was no longer mysterious and unpredictable in his eyes, but rather as clear as the lines on his palm.
The covering process was so smooth it was almost nerve-wracking, without the slightest hindrance.
"Thanks, old man." Chen Tian's voice was surprisingly calm, piercing through the absolute silence. "But why did you help me?"
Enveloped by that power beyond his own, OAA's (Stan Lee's) smile showed no sign of strain; instead, it became even more genuine, tinged with a hint of playfulness and... expectation.
He sighed softly.
"I'd like to see," OAA said with a lingering, wistful tone, as if traversing countless stories, "Whether you, this interesting little fellow, can break this 'Box'."
He shrugged, his movements still elegant. "After all, being constantly killed and replaced by other 'outsiders' has made the original body sitting in 'that position' a little unhappy."
He tilted his head slightly, and his gaze behind his sunglasses seemed to see through Chen Tian, revealing a deeper sense of helplessness.
"So," OAA's voice took on a sly glint, like a mischievous old man secretly revising a script, "How about changing the ending this time?" He paused slightly, his tone as if discussing the final chapter of a movie, "...a happy ending?"
Chen Tian stared intently at OAA, as if trying to see through the true intentions beneath that kind face.
He didn't ask any more questions.
"Good."
A single word, heavier than the Milky Way!
As soon as he uttered the word "good," Chen Tian's aura began to rise at an incredible speed!
That's not an expansion of energy, but a sublimation of the essence of existence!
The feeling was as if he himself was the singularity of the universe, collapsing, compressing, and condensing, transforming into an unimaginable ultimate form!
The entire cozy living room seemed to groan under his presence, the invisible walls humming.
Deadpool instinctively shrank back, even stopping his bubble-playing motion. He felt an incomprehensible terror that made the hairs on his body stand on end.
Climbing! Climbing! Climbing!
Until it reaches some invisible threshold, seemingly the limit that the universe itself can bear!
Then--
All the powerful momentum vanished without a trace, like the receding tide!
Chen Tian stood there, his breathing calm, like an ordinary mortal.
Not a trace of power was leaked, nor was there any oppressive pressure.
But this is by no means a weakening! It is a complete return to simplicity, a supreme state of "following the natural way"!
He felt as if he were one with the entire universe (including this surreal room).
He is the rule, he is existence itself. An unprecedented sense of control flows between every thought.
A thought subtly stirred within me.
He saw countless stars vanish and be reborn at his fingertips.
He felt that with a mere wave of his hand, he could completely erase an entire universe from its very origin, reducing it to primordial Void.
He even felt that with just a gentle breath, that breath could transform into an ultimate storm sweeping across the Multiverse, turning endless spacetime into dust.
When power reaches this level, there is no need to deliberately display it.
Is this... a power that surpasses the One-Above-All (OAA)?
A power that transcends the source of the story?
Chen Tian clenched his fist slightly.
No unusual phenomena occurred. There was no spatial rupture, no energy ripples. It was just like any ordinary person casually tightening their fingers.
But only he himself knew that behind this seemingly ordinary action lay an absolute power capable of overturning all established rules and creating or destroying infinite possibilities!
He raised his head, his silver-white hair moving without wind, gently brushing against his sharp, star-like eyes.
My gaze fell upon the OAA, its calm demeanor concealing a pioneering spirit.
"Old man," Chen Tian's voice was calm and clear, carrying an undeniable determination, "Come on!"
OAA wore a relieved and expectant smile, as if the artist had finally awaited the most vibrant stroke on the canvas.
He said no more, stood up gracefully, walked around the round table, and went straight to Deadpool, who was still in a daze and trying to shrink into a pile of bubbles to make himself less noticeable.
Deadpool watched the kind, gentle old man approach, and alarm bells rang in his head. "Hey! Hey! Old Li! Let's talk this out! Don't get physical! I haven't even wiped my ass yet... Uh?!!!"
OAA ignored Deadpool's screams. He slowly extended his right hand towards Deadpool.
That hand, belonging to Stan Lee and marked by the passage of time, underwent a strange transformation as it was extended!
The hand transformed into a pure stream of information, like moonlight probing into a calm lake, silently disappearing into Deadpool's forehead.
The expected screams or struggles did not occur.
There was no pain, only a kind of... indescribable clarity!
Deadpool's body tensed up abruptly, shuddered violently as if electrocuted, and then relaxed.
His eyes, which had been so clear they were almost foolish, suddenly became incredibly deep, as if they contained the orbits of billions of stars!
Countless chaotic, fragmented, and dimensionally different pieces of information, like a burst dam, washed over his reshaped brain.
Those corners of memory that were forcibly erased, those fragments of cognition that were distorted by a higher will, are now, under the guidance of the supreme information flow of OAA, like ancient inscriptions whose dust has been wiped away, clearly revealing their original patterns!
"Uh... ah..." Deadpool let out a groan that was hard to understand, but it was filled with an extreme, almost morbid excitement!
His mouth stretched uncontrollably into a wide grin, which grew wider and wider until it formed an extremely exaggerated, almost ear-ripping, lewd smile!
That smile was a mixture of the ecstasy of discovering the truth, the dizziness of being overwhelmed by a massive amount of information, and a kind of indescribable, ultimate pleasure that seemed to touch the very source of life!
His body leaned back slightly, as if he were being pierced by an invisible electric current, twitching gently and making a soft "gurgling" sound. He looked exactly like someone who had reached some kind of spiritual orgasm!
Just then, Chen Tian's voice, like a resounding bell, pierced through the chaotic torrent of information surging in Deadpool's mind, exploding deep within his soul:
"Wade! Focus! Help me find that 'point'!"
The sound was like an anchor chain, instantly pinning Deadpool's consciousness, which was about to be swept away by the information vortex!
As if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, Deadpool's twisted, ecstatic smile froze abruptly, then vanished like a shattered mask!
He understood!
In a flash, the fragmented information that had been washing over him, especially the forgotten and reset conversation in the Sokovia forest, and the crazy ramblings about "Box," "creators," and "novels," connected and reassembled instantly, like vines that had found their trunk!
Like... like him from another universe, that madman who wielded dual swords and Carnage the entire Marvel Editorial Department!
That madman who saw through his own destiny and shattered the Fourth Wall!
At this moment, Chen Tian is about to do the same feat!
But what needs to be smashed is the ultimate wall, higher and stronger, that envelops the entire "story" itself!
And he, Wade Wilson, was the key that unlocked the lock and found the weak point!
Wade Wilson, usually known for his carefree grin, irreverence, and constant rule-breaking, now wore an unprecedented expression—utter focus!
It was a pure state that brought together a lifetime of madness, all of one's senses, and an instinctive desire to "break the rules" into a single point!
The billions of stars in his eyes instantly collapsed, condensing into two sharp beams of light that pierced through the Void!
His fingers, no longer trembling, rose with unusual steadiness, pointing to a seemingly empty, unremarkable corner of the room—where only a blurry shadow cast by the flickering fireplace flames remained!
"Chen Tian!" Deadpool's voice had never been so clear, so certain, carrying a penetrating force that seemed to tear everything apart, as if pointing to the coordinates of fate's throat:
"There!"
The instant Deadpool raised his fingertips, Chen Tian's gaze locked onto that direction!
Absolute silence!
There were no earth-shattering energy fluctuations, no terrifying pressure that tore through space.
The immense power emanating from Chen Tian, enough to extinguish a cosmic storm, was now compressed to its limit, condensed into an imperceptible Void!
He simply and calmly, as if warming up, slowly pulled his right arm back.
The movements were simple and unadorned, even carrying a touch of human rhythm.
However, the once burning azure starlight in his eyes had been completely extinguished, leaving only the purest and deepest black!
That wasn't emptiness, but rather an absolute focus and control akin to the event horizon of a black hole!
Those black pupils, like the heaviest singularity in the universe, were fixed on the spot Deadpool pointed to—that seemingly empty corner!
Then, throw a punch!
The movements were extremely simple, yet the speed was not imperceptible to the naked eye.
It was just an ordinary, unremarkable straight punch, thrown towards that shadow.
There was no sound.
There is no light or shadow.
No energy ripples spread.
There wasn't even the slightest ripple in the air.
It was as if he had simply waved his arm casually at the air.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment; the flames in the fireplace were frozen in their leaping motion, and the falling bubbles hovered in the air.
However, right after that silent, seemingly unnoticed punch...
The target locked onto by the trajectory of the fist—the corner shrouded in the shadow of the fireplace—has appeared!
An object does not appear out of thin air.
Rather, it was the space itself that "revealed" itself!
It's like an originally smooth and flawless canvas, suddenly being pushed up from the inside out by an invisible force, creating a tiny, almost imperceptible bulge!
It's like an infinitely smooth mirror surface, with an extreme curve that's billions of times finer than a strand of hair!
That wasn't a crack, nor was it a hole.
That was a... "dot".
A purely conceptual "point" whose spatial dimensions have been fundamentally distorted!
A gateway beyond the "Box," pointing to the ultimate coordinates where the "creator" resides!
An absolute power, condensed to its peak by Chen Tian and surpassing the One-Above-All (OAA), combined with the "traces" Deadpool unearthed from the reset memory fragments—traces of prying open the Box's edge—together anchored and forcibly "manifested"... the "Door"!
It hovered there quietly and eerily, pulsating slightly, emanating an alien feeling that made the entire room (and even the transcendent realm to which the room was anchored) feel "uncomfortable".
It exists outside the logic of this "story," a loophole in the rules that exists above the rules! It is the only proof that Chen Tian's silent punch had an effect on the real world!
That "point" suspended in the shadows of the corner, exuding an alien aura—that forcibly revealed conceptual portal—is like a silent invitation, or the entrance to a bottomless trap.
It pulsates slightly, emanating a cold, blank yet ineffably powerful presence—a crack leading outside the "Box" to confront the "creator."
Chen Tian calmly gazed at the exit he and Deadpool had anchored together, his eyes deep and unfathomable, showing no hesitation or fear. He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on OAA.
The OAA arm, which had transformed into a stream of information, had been withdrawn from Deadpool's forehead, restoring Stan Lee's warm, flesh-and-blood body, marked by the passage of time.
His face still wore that extremely kind and gentle smile, as if what he had just done was not an operation to invade the brain and search for forbidden coordinates, but simply to straighten the collar of a lost child.
Meeting Chen Tian's gaze, his sunglasses seemed to hold boundless blessings and expectations for a daring gamble. He nodded slightly and uttered two words in a gentle voice:
Go ahead.
There were no further instructions or warnings.
These two words alone carry a sense of calm after the dust has settled and a search for the ultimate answer.
Chen Tian nodded very slightly—a farewell, a promise, and an affirmation of his destiny. Then, he withdrew his gaze and, without the slightest hesitation, stepped into the "point" enveloped by that distorted space!
The moment his figure touched that "door," it seemed to be compressed into an incomprehensible stream of light, yet it also seemed to extend infinitely beyond the constraints of space, presenting a visual Paradox.
There was no earth-shattering sound, no aftershocks of an energy burst.
His existence was like a drop of water thrown into a calm lake, creating only a barely perceptible ripple that subsided instantly before disappearing completely into the center of that eerie ripple.
The spatial distortion point that had been forcibly revealed disappeared with Chen Tian, like a smoothed-out fold in a painting, healing itself extremely quickly and silently.
The shadows of the fireplace resumed their natural swaying, and the corner was once again empty, as if the scene that had just overturned all understanding had never happened.
Only the frozen air and the suspended bubbles testify to the traces that time was once frozen.
With Chen Tian's disappearance, the gears of time began to turn again.
The fireplace flames flickered and crackled.
The aroma of pine, the lingering aftertaste of black tea, and the sweet fragrance of bubbles fill the air once again.
The suspended bubble drifted gently down.
"FxCKING HOLY MxTHERFUxKING SON OF A BITxHING WHxRE ON A CRACKER!!!!!" (Fuck God, you son of a bitch on a cookie!!!)
Deadpool's earth-shattering scream, a mixture of lingering euphoria and a sense of being violated, suddenly exploded!
He sprang up like a spring, clutching his head and scratching it frantically, his clear, foolish eyes filled with confusion and a roar of "What the hell have I just experienced?!"
"Old Li! Old Li! Grandpa Li! Ancestor Li! You! You just! You just! Sticked your hand! into my brain?! Like sticking into a warm pudding?! Oh my god! My brain! It feels... it feels like it's been licked by ten thousand (censored)! Then it was stuffed into a blender full of My Little Pony and quantum physics textbooks and spun at high speed for three days and three nights! And then it was forcibly shoved back in?! And Chen Tian! He crawled in?! He crawled into that... that 'point' you made me find?! What the hell is that?! A spatial chrysanthemum?! What the hell did you make me do?! I feel... I feel like I've been used! Forcibly confiscated! My soul's purity has been defiled like never before! You owe me for my mental distress! You owe me for the purity of my brain! And by the way, explain what that thing is! NOW! NOW!!!"
He was like a human bubble bomb that had been ignited, jumping up and down wildly in front of OAA, every inch of his muscle accusing OAA of chaos, anger, and the grievance of being toyed with (and a trace of eerie mental climax?).
Despite the storm of noise pollution and accusations, the OAA's kind face, reminiscent of Stan Lee, remained serene and composed.
He even slowly picked up the cup of black tea on the table again, which had long since gone cold (as if it had never disappeared), and took a small sip, as if savoring the last scene of this farce.
He looked at the jumping, soaking wet Deadpool as if he were looking at a fussy but incredibly amusing child.
"Oh, Wade," OAA's voice carried a hint of childlike pleasure, "Don't get excited. I just helped you... 'clear your head'."
He put down his teacup, and the moment it touched the table, it vanished silently like a phantom.
OAA's silhouette also began to blur, with faint glimmers at its edges, like a holographic projection with a poor signal.
"As for Chen Tian," OAA's figure faded in the dim light, but the kind smile on his face became clearer, even carrying a hint of Stan Lee's mischievousness, "He went to find the guy who locked us all in this 'Box'... to 'have a chat'."
Before completely dissipating, OAA blinked his signature, approachable eyes at the dumbfounded Deadpool, who was about to erupt again, leaving behind a final, enigmatic statement:
"I hope he... has fun."
The moment the words fell, OAA's figure transformed into countless tiny, warm specks of light, like Fire Fly scattered by the wind, completely dissipating into the now Tranquility air of the living room.
"Chat?! Have fun?! FXXXXXXXXXXXXK YOU! Old Li! You come back here and explain yourself! My brain is still playing the theme song from Frozen mixed with Nietzsche quotes!!! By the way! Someone hand me a towel?! And my pants!!!!"
Deadpool's screams echoed through the room again, leaving only a perfectly naked man futilely roaring at the air.