Su Ming could not be bothered with him.
Throwing shoes could be considered a way of invoking gods. It was not that the method could not be used, but it required divine assistance. How could such a move possibly work in a purely materialistic dimension?
Of course, if Wade had the Plot Rationality Gem right now, then any prerequisites could be ignored. Everything would be perfectly reasonable.
But he did not have it. He was still a nobody who had only become Deadpool a few days ago.
Deathstroke found a pile of corpses, moved several bodies aside to dig out a depression, and sat down in it as though it were a chair. He pulled out a bottle of liquor, took a drink, and began telling the others the story of the Tayanans.
Long, long ago, species and civilizations had already arisen in the Negative Zone. As a testing ground, it naturally existed before the Main Dimension. Those civilizations each held different positions, and after entering the Space Age, they staged one grand spectacle after another for their own interests.
The Tayanans were one such civilization.
They were a race with astonishingly advanced technology, yet they loved peace above all else. At the same time, they held an indescribably deep affection for their homeworld. Asking them to leave it and establish colonies would hurt them worse than killing them, causing their entire civilization to despise expansion.
Thus, while the entire universe burned with war, they hid their homeworld away and refused to take part in the conflict.
They found it difficult to understand why Aliens had to fight. Clearly, every problem could be solved with technology.
If food was insufficient, technology could create it from nothing. If there were not enough people, they could clone more. If lifespans were too