In the dim basement, only the light reflected from projection screens glimmered like a mosaic.
Deathstroke circled around the topic, making Wade forget all about the Hand of the Void. In a daze, he accepted the assignment. It was not until he received the 30% advance payment that he finally came to his senses.
"Uh, Slade, what was it you wanted me to do again?"
Although he had forgotten what mission they had been discussing before the prison trivia topic, Wade still instinctively licked his finger and rapidly counted the cash in his hand before stuffing it into his pocket.
"It's nothing major. Look, this is a specimen of Dark Concepts."
As Su Ming pulled out a bottle to wet his throat, he raised a hand and conjured an opaque black sphere in his palm. It looked furry, like an enlarged model of a coronavirus, and he showed it to Wade.
"After taking out Uncle Darkseid, I only obtained the darkness from Multiverse 1 and the Omega Universe. At the Hypertime level, there are still two entities that use Dark Concepts as their power."
The black sphere emitted sinister energy fluctuations, as though it were the darkest thing in existence. To Wade, it felt like being thrown into the basement of a haunted funeral home that had been abandoned for decades in the height of summer, with a chill crawling up from the soles of his feet, along his back, and into his skull.
At that point, Deadpool shuddered. He pulled a large chunk of bloody, shed dead skin out of his pants, took a breath, and said, "Got it. You want me to help take them out and make you the only 'Great Darkness' in the DC Universe, right? Even the guys in the Livestream have learned to answer