The creature Deadpool pointed at could probably be considered a living thing, right? It had the head of a beautiful woman, but the body of a bird.
The bird's body was covered in beautiful red feathers that still reflected light beneath the dim sky. Though that red looked somewhat ominous, it was nonetheless enchantingly beautiful.
Its tail feathers were a little short, unlike a Phoenix's, but the aura it gave off was far stronger than that of an ordinary Phoenix.
Upon hearing Deathstroke's words, the bird placed one wing in his hand. It rubbed its head affectionately against the man and made a pleasant sound.
"Master, I hate you! I hate you so much!"
"Heh heh, such a good girl. Such a good girl." Su Ming happily stroked the bird-headed creature's head, looking thoroughly pleased with the monster he had created. Turning to Deadpool, he said, "Why are you making such a fuss? Weren't you the one who asked for a beautiful woman without clothes? She hasn't changed clothes, and now you're unhappy?"
"But she's a bird." Deadpool was deeply disappointed. He had thought his cousin would create a perfect Goddess.
It was not that he had any improper thoughts. Rather, if his cousin had made a perfect Doll today as a tool for venting beastly desires, then if Deadpool ingratiated himself and pestered him enough in the future, wouldn't his cousin make one for him too?
That way, Slade would have no way to reject him from the moral high ground. It was the same principle as a pig stoking a boiler having no right to call a coal-mining pig black.
But with such a perfect opportunity, with favorable timing, terrain, and people all gathered in the Abyss, and unlimited ownerless energy available, his cousin had actually made a