"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Upon hearing that, Deadpool wiped his hand across the air in front of him several times, as if doing a dance called "Wiping Windows," and laughed. "I have no idea which dumbass editor came up with your Timeline. Not only are all the Superheroes dead, but Cousin and I are dead too. Who are you going to sell that script to? Let that pathetic President Joe use it as toilet paper?"
Hearing that he himself was dead, Deadpool merely grinned stupidly. He had great confidence in his immortality; there was no way he could die that easily.
Unless he no longer wanted to live and ruined all his popularity by courting death?
Either this Ninth Cosmos was a completely separate Timeline, another previously unknown "river" running parallel to the Seventh Firmament;
Or he had fallen into a massive trap, and everything he saw and heard was fake. Other than what the bros in the Livestream said, nothing could be trusted.
Still, once he saw who wanted to meet him, he would have his answer. If the enemy wanted to impersonate an acquaintance to fool him, heh heh!
Though these thoughts ran through his mind, his mouth did not stay idle. He continued bantering with the creature before him. "Don't talk yet. Let me guess again. Is the person who wants to see me A'Du? He's pretty talented at math, and he's good at counting money too."
"Who is A'Du?"
Par%Ai, who was moving ahead, sounded puzzled. Her body darkened somewhat in color, but as she slid across the floor, she made no sticky noises. Instead, she seemed to be floating.
The corridor was straight, and a large door could be seen ahead. That was probably their destination.
"My taxi driver. A guy from India who illegally entered