"Someone actually asked where the audience was over on Batwoman's side? The answer's simple! Kokkodayo~~~"
Deadpool, with a Mushroom Head Zombie slung over his shoulder, sprinted beneath the shadow of a collapsing skyscraper. Yet he was not nervous in the slightest. Instead, he spoke to the empty air beside him:
"Guys in the Livestream, let me see your little flowers, okay? How's my parkour form? And I'm carrying extra weight too. The Hand of Creation can't catch my Idein at all."
In truth, no one was chasing him. The Hand of Creation was still in another Single Universe. His current predicament was entirely self-inflicted.
He had originally planned to catch a zombie here as "seed stock," then head to the next universe and continue spreading the virus. But someone in the Livestream had sent gifts asking to see a building blown up, so he did it.
Blowing up a high-rise was actually a fairly complicated project, requiring a great deal of explosives and preparation. But if one found just the right "stress point," even a few gas canisters could bring down an entire building.
Deadpool had pulled it off. He had just forgotten that he needed to get out of the building before detonating the bombs.
Still, it was not a big problem. He could still run. The building might have tilted, but jumping from it would not kill him. Instead, after landing, he spotted a particularly fine zombie. He could just pick it up and go—turning disaster into good fortune, perhaps?
The building was collapsing now, its shadow falling over his head, yet he had not forgotten to farm popularity. His mouth kept rattling off thanks for the gifts.
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"This universe is almost finished too. That's right. Maybe someone will say, hey, Deadpool, you've only spread the virus