At Deathstroke's words, Death merely smiled and nodded without answering. Then she gracefully nodded to God and the mysterious little man in the black cloak as well before vanishing without a trace the next second.
Like a gust of wind, or a chill in the air, she did not leave alone—she also dragged off Dream of a Thousand Cats, who had been unwilling to go, seemingly intending to make it return to work overtime too.
Death really was an invisible concept. People sometimes said that the footsteps of death were drawing near.
That was all nonsense. When she truly arrived, she was always silent and unseen; humans would never notice her.
"All right, now the concept is complete. Let's try again." The moment Death left, Elaine dropped her lofty God act. Rubbing her hands excitedly, she urged Deathstroke to hit Deadpool with it again.
There was no particular reason. She simply enjoyed tormenting Deadpool. That bastard had not shown her enough respect before, and even just now, after she had helped him ascend the Crown and successfully complete their tactical objective, he had not even thought to thank her.
"It won't work, hehe. Other concepts might be hard to say, but 'death' definitely doesn't work on me." Deadpool stopped dancing and walked over, tugging at the collar of his bodysuit while fanning inside it with one hand as though he were terribly hot. "Sometimes, I go in and out of death tens of thousands of times in a single night. If I could die, I'd have died long ago."
"Hm?" God seemed to feel that something was off, but she could not figure out what, so she simply took back the blessing on Deadpool and returned the bastard to his old black-and-red color scheme.
"Don't say things like that in