On the black earth, there was scarcely a trace of light. Only Deadpool's pained screams echoed across the wilderness like a vengeful ghost prowling about. With suona music playing alongside them, it sounded like someone was holding a funeral for some hipster.
After listening to Deathstroke's introduction, Uni-Force turned its head and glanced at Deadpool.
"Bleurgh!"
Despite having no stomach, or even a physical body, it still instinctively dry-heaved after merging with Wayfinder's consciousness.
It was simply too disgusting. How could there be such a disgusting human being? It was inconceivable!
Though it considered itself well-traveled and experienced, having faced countless bloody battlefields, as well as the followers and creations of the Old Ones, it had never expected any of them to be less revolting than a naked Deadpool.
The hosts it had chosen in the past had all been Superheroes from different eras, moral paragons, humanity's hope.
Even if conditions had been worse back then, and their personal hygiene had not necessarily been perfect, they could not possibly have elevated "disgusting" to a conceptual level!
So Uni-Force shook its head like a rattle drum. Its blurry mouth puckered as though it had seen through everything about Wade.
"He won't do! He's greedy, lecherous, vulgar, despicable, shameless, utterly without principles, filthy, stinking, and mentally ill! Even if I died, jumped out of Dream into the void, and fell to my death, I would never possess him! Hmph!"
After saying that, it twisted its body, cocked its head to one side, folded its tiny arms, and struck a haughty pose.
"Then are you going to stand by and watch Nightmare take control of the universe and get everyone killed?" Deathstroke pressed it with his words, his single eye fixed on its face. With Strangle's pair of crescent eyes on his shoulder,