"Dad, are we going to die?"
In a park on the outskirts of New York stood a battered, rusted swing set. The girl sitting on one of the swings asked her father beside her, while her foul-smelling father pushed her from behind.
Hearing the question, Deadpool fell silent for a moment. He did not know how to answer.
It was as though tragedy had been destined to fall upon him. He could have escaped with the Teleportation Belt, taking his girlfriends and daughter with him.
But the belt had completely broken down not long ago. He had nowhere left to run.
It had simply broken. He woke up one day and it was broken, without any warning whatsoever, as if the world itself had it out for him.
"Probably. But Dad will stay with Ellie."
"If you can escape by yourself, then you should go." The mixed-race little girl swayed on the swing. The fires from the distant battlefield lit up the sky, and a phoenix-shaped fireball was destroying everything. "People say good people go to Heaven. If I go there, I'll definitely get to see Mom. That wouldn't be too bad."
The girl was surprisingly calm. She was not afraid of death at all. In a situation like this, fear was useless anyway.
It was better to think optimistically. Wouldn't reuniting with her family in Heaven after death be wonderful?
Wade took off his mask and tossed it aside along with his twin swords. He continued pushing his daughter's swing. Of course, he knew that so-called Heaven did not exist. Whenever someone was about to die, Death's skull-faced visage would appear before them.
And even if Heaven really did exist, Ellie's mother would probably have had a hard time getting in. Her profession had been just as bottomless as