Deadpool was going to help his Cousin, and he had even invoked family. With that, even Dream of a Thousand Cats had nothing to say. After all, it was for family.
For family, many things could be done. What did taking a little risk matter? Endless could understand that.
Peter truly was not suited to go along. If he went, he probably would not be able to return alive. Even though a white Symbiote lived inside him, that thing could not even block Jessica's sneak attack. How could anyone expect it to compare to Strangle?
A Rebirth Symbiote was weak to begin with, and Peter could not possibly feed it other people's brains. That further restricted the Symbiote's evolution.
So, after giving Deadpool a few reminders, everyone sent him off with cheers. Joking was one thing, but no one truly wanted anything to happen to Deadpool now. On a small scale, he was going to help Deathstroke. On a larger scale, whether the cosmic future could continue peacefully concerned everyone.
Just as Deadpool had said, he might enjoy fooling around, but he had never been stupid. His objective was therefore very clear. The first step was to find Lucifer.
"Wait, what do you mean I like fooling around?" Deadpool landed outside Afterlife Nightclub, touching his Teleportation Belt. He unhappily gave the air beside him a dead-fish stare. "I'm a serious Mercenary. I never fool around. It's all for popularity. Guys can testify for me. Your narration is totally unprofessional. Are you new?"
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The Nonexistent Audience seemed to have said something.
That made Deadpool even prouder. He lifted his chin, rapidly wiped a finger beneath his nose, and said smugly:
"Exactly. I always have a plan. I learned it from Slade, so I've already figured out how to deal with