The basement was somewhat chilly late at night. Though it had only a tiny window, the cold did not come from outside; it seemed to seep up from beneath the ground.
Correspondingly, Su Ming could sense the activity of the darkness. The Crisis Energy that formed Origin Earth swayed with the waves like seaweed amid the current crisis.
Even though Perpetua had long been dead, this power would not vanish. Together with the Force of Connection, it could create countless stories, and Su Ming had never intended to eliminate crises completely.
Because without stories, those worlds would have no reason to exist. In Deadpool's words, it would be like a character losing their popularity.
Therefore, his view was to maintain a balance between Crisis Energy and the Force of Connection. If the Hand of Creation did not accept that view, then he would beat them until they did.
Watching Little Superman fly across the night sky, smiling as he desperately tried to suppress his delight, Su Ming took a drag from his cigarette and said softly without turning around, "Wade, I want some fish."
Deadpool, who had been lying on the sofa reading comics, froze for a moment. Then he sprang up, drew the Carbonadium katana from his back with a swish, and switched to the professional tone of an assassin. "Got it. Who do you want me to kill?"
"Huh? How did you connect eating fish with killing people?" Deathstroke turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees and looked at his cousin in confusion. "I meant for you to pass me the spicy dried fish from that pile of snacks."
"Tch, so that's what you meant. Here."
Blinking, Deadpool rummaged through the pile of snacks, found a packet of fish, and tossed it to his cousin. He sheathed