"What are you talking about? Do you think I'd rig the calls?" Roland shot him a glance.
"Hard to say."
"I'll put Spider-Man up against Superman next," Roland said irritably.
"No!" Deadpool hurriedly clung to Roland's leg. "You can do anything you want to me—"
At that moment, he was like the heroine in certain movies whose husband was being held hostage: unable to say anything, forced to endure it all in silence—
"Heh heh heh—that's not happening." Roland flashed an evil grin.
"All right, you three, get ready. Krona and the Grandmaster will meet in two hours. Go negotiate with them," Loki said, interrupting the pair.
"What about you two?" Roland asked.
"We'll watch the show." Lucifer snapped his fingers, and Butterbeer and popcorn appeared in their hands.
"I'll upgrade that Philosopher's Stone of yours." Loki tossed out the blue cube, merging it into Roland's Philosopher's Stone. "Now it can take you to my place."
"Oh?" Roland's interest was piqued.
"Don't even think about messing with the Sacred Timeline." Loki seemed to have seen right through Roland.
"Ahem—why would I ever—"
"All right, we'll find somewhere nice to watch. You three handle the match." With that, Lucifer and Loki vanished from the church.
"So, should we... work out a plan?" Deadpool looked at Roland.
"What's there to plan? Whatever we want to do, the three of us can just vote on it," Roland said smugly.
"I won't favor either side." Superboy-Prime picked up his book and started reading.
"Then let's talk it over—"
Two hours later.
Within this universe, just five light-years from the edge of its expansion, a young galaxy spun.
A blue man in a yellow cape stood above the galaxy, observing it.
He was the Grandmaster.
He was an Elder of the Universe, one of the