The black robe slowly fell to the ground, revealing its former owner's true face.
He was a little bald man who looked remarkably like Thanos, with purple skin and a slightly protruding belly. Though he appeared short and frail, golden flames burned in his eyes.
At the sight of him, Deadpool sucked in a sharp breath and staggered back three steps, shaking his head around like a kabukimono from Japan.
"So it's him."
"Heh, of course it's him." Su Ming simply removed his mask and lit a cigarette. "I knew it was him all along, so this is the surprise I prepared for Thanos."
"How did you know it was him?" Wade squatted down as well, reaching out to ask his cousin for a cigarette. "Did Audience Guys tell you too?"
As he spoke, Deadpool's beady eyes glanced toward empty space, his brows waggling as though he were complaining that the guys in the Livestream had gone around him and contacted Deathstroke directly.
"No. Think about it—apart from Thanos and lunatics like you, who else would be obsessed with death?"
Su Ming was not crazy, so naturally he had not seen any comments from The Nonexistent Audience. He laid out his reasoning. It was brief, but convincing.
Everyone normal knew that Death was a Concept Manifestation. To put it another way, she was like moisture in the air or radiation in space. Would a normal person fall in love with something like that?
She did possess independent thoughts and emotions similar to those of humans, but she was not human. She was a concept.
Concepts were the rules by which the universe operated, restrictions and regulations of every kind. Loving her would lead nowhere good, because such things were emotionless. As the old saying went, they treated all things as