A cancer patient with mental illness—that was Deadpool's character setup. But it had its advantages too: most cancer patients knew the value of time, and within their capabilities, they were all highly efficient.
Now that he had received outside assistance, along with a good idea and a clear line of reasoning, Deadpool immediately turned around and got to work without any delay.
Though part of it might have been because he wanted to get back to Cousin as soon as possible and pick up a few more jobs, this was practically an open scheme. Even if the Hand of Creation knew about it, could they chase him into Multiverse 2 to stop him?
If they wanted to compete in terms of conceptual methods, Wade wasn't afraid either. He had the Plot Continuity Gem in hand, enough to make everything seem perfectly reasonable.
The dragging sound of diarrhea echoed again as Wade teleported away with visible reluctance. There was something wrong with his belt, but it would have to do for now.
The next second, he arrived in the Rotten Cesspool Universe, on Prime Earth, where the corruption was at its worst and even the air was saturated with malice.
This planet had already become a gigantic fleshy tumor. The Hand of the Void's throne stood atop the ruins of what had once been New York. But Deadpool wasn't here for it—he was here to kidnap an Evil Thought Noble.
He couldn't just pick any one. He needed an especially Disgust individual capable of spreading corruption, preferably one that could transmit viruses or bacteria like a zombie. If that didn't work, some kind of plant spores would do.
"Shh, guys, look what I found. That thing over there, the one that looks like a turd scraping itself across the ground, might