Marvel With Zanpakuto

Faced with Deadpool's question, Lord did not answer immediately.

Slowly walking past him, after walking a few steps, with a wave of his hand, spiritual power surged in like a tidal wave.

A pavilion with a simple style appeared, with gray and white stone tables and chairs, deep maroon pillars, and a gurgling stream next to it, which together created a quiet and elegant scene.

"I'm tired of standing around. Come sit down and talk."

Lord walked into the pavilion, sat on a stone chair, and waved to him.

Deadpool hesitated for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, strode into the pavilion, and sat down on the stone chair: "Stop talking about these idle things, let's hurry up and talk about business."

"Haha, that's fine."

Lord nodded and asked: "Then...from your perspective, what kind of identity do you think I will be?"

After a moment of silence and some thought, Deadpool looked at him again.

Then, he said in a deep voice: "You cannot be one of the narrators, but you can never be one of us. I guess... you are an observer in between."

"Oh? Observer?"

Lord looked very interested in the new term proposed by Deadpool and asked, "Can you explain why?"

"Actually, it's easy to understand. It's the person who reads this comic."

Deadpool gave a simple and easy-to-understand example, saying: "You are neither the creator of the comics nor the character in the comics, but a person who has read the comics. To a certain extent, you and the narrator. ....in the same dimension.”

Lord was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Deadpool to see so clearly.

"Don't look at me like that. It's not hard to guess." Deadpool crossed his hands, supported the edge of the stone table, stared at Lord, and said, "Then can you tell me, is your answer correct?"

"No hurry, let's have a cup of tea first."

Lord reached out and brushed it on the stone table, and two steaming cups of tea appeared.

No matter how many times he saw this method of creating things in the air, Deadpool was amazed. He rarely broke his lips. He picked up the teacup and put it to his lips and took a sip.

The fragrant tea flowed into his mouth and turned into spiritual energy to nourish his body.

"It tastes good, but I think wine tastes better."

Deadpool put down his cup, shrugged, and said, "So, can you tell me the correct answer?"

"I am neither a narrator nor an observer."

Lord picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and then said astonishingly: "Like you, I am a 'character' written by the narrator. This answer... I wonder if you are still satisfied. ?”

Although I got the answer, the content was too horrifying.

As a result, Deadpool couldn't control it for a moment and accidentally broke the tea cup on the stone table. He stood up suddenly, widened his eyes, raised his voice, and shouted in an extremely shocked tone: "What?! You... ...you are the same with me?!"

"Don't be so surprised, Mr. Wade."

Lord raised his hand, motioning for him to sit down and talk, and said, "This is not something to be proud of, is it?"

Deadpool sat down in a daze, his mind filled with what he just said.

He did not doubt that Lord would lie to him about this matter. Firstly, there was no need, and secondly, there was no reason.

"You mean...you are also a character in the comics?" Deadpool asked, suppressing his shock.

"No, probably not."

Lord shook his head and said: "It's still unclear what I am, but the narrative I am in should be higher than your narrative, so I know that you are a comic book character."

"Indeed it is."

Deadpool narrowed his eyes and looked directly at Lord: "I think I have roughly guessed the reason why you told me the truth."

“It’s easy to deal with smart people.”

Lord smiled, stroking his palms, and said, "However, the choice is in your hands. As for which path you choose in the end, it still depends on you."

"That's nice to say, can I still regret it now?" Deadpool sneered and said sarcastically: "From the moment you told me the truth, I can't go back to the past. Where is the choice?"

"No, I said you have it, you have it."

Lord snapped his fingers, and two pills appeared on the stone table, one red and one blue.

Such a strong sense of déjà vu made Deadpool raise his eyebrows: "The Matrix?"

"Red, forget everything and go back to the past."

Lord said calmly: "Blue gives you the power to challenge the narrator, break the fourth wall, and the 'key' to the real world. This is the choice I give you, equal exchange, Mr. Wade. "

"Then should I call you 'Morpheus'?"

Deadpool teased him a little, then his eyes fell on the two pills, and said to himself: "Often those who discover the truth seem to have a bad ending in the end. I don't know if I will... ...and be burned at the stake too?"

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the blue pill while Lord watched.

"If I'm still alive, it proves...that they are not all-powerful."

Deadpool pinched the blue pill and put it to his mouth. He looked at Lord and grinned: "I'm curious. If I fail and prove that the narrator cannot resist, what will you do?"

"Truth cannot be defeated..."

Lord smiled slightly and said: "For the same reason, hope will never disappear. No matter how dark, desperate, or desolate the wilderness is, I will use my own hands to carve out a future of my own."

Hearing this, Deadpool was stunned for a moment and looked at him deeply: "I remember this sentence. I wish us all success."

Immediately, without any hesitation, he raised his head and swallowed the blue pill.

"By the way, there's something I forgot to tell you, Mr. Wade."

Lord said in hindsight: "After swallowing the pill, within seventy-two hours, your soul will completely degenerate and turn into a terrifying monster. If you cannot find your heart again, you will He will forever become a monster that has lost his mind."

"What?!"

Deadpool's eyes widened, and a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat: "Why didn't you tell me about such an important thing earlier?!"

"A monster without reason is of no value to me."

Lord turned the tea cup in his hand and said with a smile: "I will kill you with my own hands when the time comes and you become a monster, so...in order not to be killed by me, please help Mr. Wade and find him as soon as possible. Lost heart."

Deadpool's eyelids twitched, and he blurted out "Fakeyu" with a raised middle finger.

"Three...two...one...it starts."

Lord stood up slowly and said, "The process of falling may be a little painful. I hope you can hold on, Mr. Wade."

“Ahhhhh——!”

"Fake! You son of a bitch! Is this what you said...it hurts a little?!"

Veins popped up on Deadpool's forehead, curled up in pain, and twitching like an epileptic seizure.

I saw a black hole being dug out of his chest, and then a ball of white liquid burst out from the seven orifices. Accompanied by some kind of gnawing sound, his screams became more and more brutal and infiltrating.

boom--!

A long roar was like a dragon's roar, piercing through gold and cracking stone, stirring up heavy air explosions.

The terrifying air waves hit the underground space, lifting dust and gravel hundreds of meters high. A scarlet spiritual pressure visible to the naked eye swept across the entire space like a storm, revealing a strong sense of evil and ominousness.