"Crack!"
He had lost count of how many times the nearby space had been ground away and reshaped. In any case, none of that mattered to Deadpool, who had remained in a particle state the whole time.
His voice could be heard in the Livestream, but no one could see him. That was enough. He had opened a betting pool for fish balls, asking the guys to guess whether Girl God or the Great Evil Beast would be the first to give out.
But this was a trap to fleece Little White, because no matter which side people bet on, they would lose. The correct answer to this wager should have been—draw.
Because "balance" was dynamic. God and the Great Evil Beast restrained each other while also benefiting each other. Like the yin-yang fish of Eastern Taoism, it was not merely one waxing as the other waned, but also, "you are within me, and I am within you."
Dynamic equilibrium would be reached sooner or later. Only when God and the Great Evil Beast were evenly matched could DC Hypertime be considered balanced, allowing everything to stabilize.
Hadn't Elaine sought out the Great Evil Beast precisely to obtain "the balance of the Future"?
That meant betting on either side being stronger was a losing bet. As the bookmaker, Deadpool could take everything. Even if all he won were virtual gifts from the Livestream platform, winning was still better than losing, wasn't it?
"Mm, I can't understand any of this anymore, guys."
There was nobody in the Livestream. Only a cloud of foul-smelling smoke could barely count as the streamer, yet his voice remained perfectly clear. That was simply how reasonable it was:
"The level on which God and the Great Evil Beast are fighting is beyond what a mortal like