"Cockroach, are you sure your prophecy is accurate?"
About fifteen minutes later, the group drifting through the void on the Cloak of Levitation had no choice but to stop. Deadpool, who had only just finished healing, grabbed the jar holding the cockroach and breathed his foul-smelling breath into it. Whether it was an effect of the light and shadows or not, Su Ming genuinely saw a brownish-yellow mist come out of his mouth.
"Cousin has already led us all the way to the edge of the Bleed Layer. If we go any farther, we'll leave the DC Universe. We asked you to divine Death's location, but you kept telling us to go straight, like some crappy car navigation system. Sure enough, you led us into a dead end."
Su Ming was somewhat speechless as well. This was even worse than a shady navigation app. A joke had circulated online in his previous life: a navigation system led someone astray, then finally announced, 'There is an elderly scavenger fifty meters ahead. Please ask him for directions. Navigation complete.'
There had to be an old man there first.
After dancing his ritual on a pair of little underpants, the Cockroach Prophet had started leading them. Su Ming talked down the still-furious Thanos, then packed Deadpool, who had already turned into sludge, into a plastic bag and flew in the direction the prophet indicated.
At first, everyone had been fairly confident. After all, the cockroach was a Jewish prophet personally appointed by God. He could not possibly be completely useless.
But after they flew out of Earth, out of the Solar System, and out of their own Single Universe, reaching the edge of the Multiverse, the cockroach still said they needed to keep going forward.
Ahead lay the Bleed Layer. It was not