Once they had gone some distance, Barry looked back. From afar, he could see the green fatty still sitting at the entrance of the Botanical Garden. Only then did he dare ask Wade in a low voice:
"That bowl of stuff you drank earlier... it wasn't poisonous, was it?"
"Uh, definitely not poison. It was a tonic, a super-strength tonic at that."
Deadpool scratched his shoulder and plucked off a mushroom growing there. One fleshy tumor even screamed as it tried to resist, but he crushed it alive between his fingers:
"This stuff has a few side effects, and it looks as nauseating as that green juice dieters love to drink, but it actually doesn't taste strange. It strengthens your body and greatly boosts your constitution. I forgot earlier—I should've gotten a bowl for that sleeping old man too."
Jay, still unconscious over Batwoman's shoulder, had his brows tightly furrowed. Yet, as if he had heard something, his limbs twitched.
That bowl of green soup actually reeked. It smelled of rot mixed with nectar and excrement. Just one whiff was enough to make an ordinary person dizzy and ill, but because it smelled so much like Deadpool himself, he did not find it foul at all.
Besides, N's soup was actually an extremely subjective thing, something that could be seen as a god's blessing. What effect it had after being drunk was entirely up to him.
After Deadpool drank it, apart from mushrooms growing from his shoulder and some pus flowing out from behind his butt, he suffered no other side effects.
On the contrary, he felt full of energy now. His waist no longer ached, his legs no longer hurt. It was as if he could immediately charge back and face Death and Shakara together without feeling intimidated.
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