All kinds of monsters wandered the streets, each one the sort of thing that could give anyone nightmares. Their twisted forms, rotting bodies, and foul stench all generated immense negative emotions.
But in the current situation, the other monsters seemed to be avoiding Deadpool, as though he were the most disgusting thing there.
The Evil Thought Nobles were an embodiment of malice. Perhaps in this place, the fouler something smelled, the higher its status? In any case, these brainless creatures could not tell that Deadpool was an outsider.
That was good too. It saved him a lot of trouble. Deadpool rather liked this feeling of being "given preferential treatment," like suddenly becoming a frail ninety-year-old man whom everyone on the street avoided for fear of being accused of knocking him over.
So he swaggered up to the Mushroom Zombie he had picked out. One hand rested on his hip while the other arrogantly extended a finger to lift the mushroom on the creature's head.
"You're not bad. Come with me. I'll take you somewhere nice."
"Raar?"
The Mushroom Zombies had originally been humans, but under the power of the Hand of the Void, their heads had been replaced by mushrooms. How could creatures without brains think at all?
So when Deadpool blocked its path, the creature's first reaction was to go around him, then continue wandering the streets without end.
That was probably how the "nobles" among the Evil Thought Nobles had come about. People who loafed around and wandered everywhere all day—if they were not nobles, what else could they be? They could not possibly be office workers or migrant laborers, right?
When he saw the Mushroom Zombie turn its head away from his finger and walk around him, Deadpool froze for a moment. Then the corner of his