Chapter 203: Deadpool! Deadpool! Odin’s Fall!
The wind whipped up the dust and energy fragments from the End of Time.
It ruffled Sylvie’s slightly messy blonde hair. She stood alone, gazing in the direction Ian and Erios had disappeared, her face a mask of profound confusion and a deep sense of helplessness.
Everything that had just happened was so absurd that her brain needed time to reboot. The time monster Erios had ignored her, a perfectly “nutritious” meal, and like a giant tadpole fixated on its mother, chased after a madman who was frantically tying strange things to his legs while yelling.
Was this reality?
Or was it another one of Loki’s extremely cruel illusionary pranks?
“He’s that weakened… he definitely wouldn’t have that kind of sick humor, right?” Sylvie tried to calm herself and mentally call out to Loki, who sat at the core of stories, sustaining the one universe. She needed answers, guidance, confirmation that this wasn’t a nightmare.
However, Sylvie’s consciousness was like a stone dropped into the sea; not a ripple appeared.
The area where she should have felt a faint connection was now filled with a dead silence and… an indescribable sense of weakness.
Loki didn’t respond.
Sylvie’s heart plummeted. This had never happened before. Even if Loki’s power was constantly draining, and the burden of sustaining the entire universe was crushing him, he always managed to send a faint wisp of his consciousness to connect with her. This complete silence could only mean one thing.
His condition was deteriorating rapidly.
He might not even have the strength left to maintain basic conscious communication.
Worry wrapped around her heart like icy vines, but along with it came a surge of intense annoyance. It was anger at Ultron and this unexpectedly desperate situation, and also frustration with the inexplicably unreliable “key person,” Ian Kent.
“Don’t come here! Don’t you come any closer! I’m warning you! If you come any closer, I’ll let… I’ll let my brother bite you! My brother is super fierce!”
In the distance, Ian’s somewhat disingenuous scolding could still be faintly heard.
His panicked voice echoed through the ruins.
“Someone like that… can he really be a savior?”
“Has Loki been sitting on the throne of time for too long, and his brain has been strangled by those withered veins? With a savior like that, forget fighting Ultron or restarting the multiverse, it’s a question whether that guy will even survive today!” Sylvie deeply doubted Ian’s identity and abilities.
She felt a pitch-black future, devoid of any sense of security.
Of course, unlike most little fairies and little gents, a lack of security didn’t send Sylvie into hysterics. Despite her heart being full of doubt and distrust, Sylvie took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down—she didn’t trust Ian, but she trusted Loki.
Loki had used his last bit of strength to send himself back to the prime reality and guide her to find Ian; there had to be a reason for it. She had to find a way to save that madman—at the very least, to figure out why Erios was so “fond” of him, and what connection that had with Galactus.
“If I’m working this hard and somehow manage to survive, you better give me a good retirement package.” Sylvie vented her complaints and criticisms to Loki from afar.
Just as Sylvie made up her mind and prepared to chase in the direction Ian had disappeared, the space not far from her suddenly emitted an extremely unstable fluctuation, like shattering glass!
*Buzz—!*
A spatial rift, shimmering with orange-red sparks, was forcefully torn open, and chaotic energy spilled out.
“Who’s there!”
Sylvie’s internal alarm bells blared!
Due to the lingering trauma of endless TVA pursuit from her childhood, coupled with her mental illness and paranoia, her mental state was barely at the threshold for becoming a new Justice League recruit. Countless possibilities flashed through her mind—had Ultron found her? Had he sent new time wardens?
Or perhaps something more terrifying, a time enforcer modified by Ultron?
“Against Ultron, one can never be too careful… damn it, I don’t have much power to use.” Sylvie instinctively leaped back, quickly blending into the shadows of a pile of twisted spaceship wreckage nearby, while secretly condensing magical energy in her hands.
She was prepared for a fight to the death.
The atmosphere in the air was tense.
Sylvie stared intently at the distorted space.
Time passed second by second.
She saw figures moving within it and prepared herself to face a terrifying enemy. However, stumbling out of the spatial rift was not the cold creation of Ultron she had anticipated.
Behold.
The first to emerge was a sorcerer wearing the blue Cloak of the Sorcerer, the Eye of Agamotto, and looking somewhat pale—Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange.
He looked tired, but his eyes remained sharp. He was frowning as he examined an extremely sci-fi-looking metal ring on his hand, unlike any traditional Sling Ring.
Following him was a girl, who looked about ten years old, clutching a metal Omni-Box almost as tall as she was. The girl had brown hair and her eyes were filled with curiosity and a composure unbefitting her age. Sylvie recognized her—Morgan Stark, Tony Stark’s daughter.
“This is actually working?”
Doctor Strange stared at the sci-fi Sling Ring on his hand, his voice full of disbelief, “This thing can actually perform interdimensional teleportation?”
“The energy conduction principle completely violates the foundational laws of Kamar-Taj’s magic!” Though he was a legitimate Doctor, his mind had long since been molded by magic, so the intervention of science in magical applications still struck him as incredibly unbelievable and astonishing.
Frankly speaking, this clearly shows they haven’t watched the Tom Holland version of Spider-Man. If Spider-Man can use a tech suit, it’s no surprise that the Sorcerer Supreme would use a tech Sling Ring.
“Heh heh.”
Little Morgan patted the box she was holding, her expression clearly conveying “I told you so”: “Doctor, I told you, anything can be found in the Omni-Box my daddy left me!”
“It’s just a reinforced Sling Ring!” The little rich woman seemed to worship her father, her words unreservedly revealing her firm belief in Tony Stark’s omnipotence.
“Your father is definitely a Demon God of another dimension.” Doctor Strange stated decisively, his tone complex. He didn’t know the Tony Stark that Ian and Little Morgan knew, so he was both wary and impressed that Tony Stark could leave behind such a creation that defied common sense even after his death.
This is the standard member of the New Justice League. Because they were deeply persecuted by the first Demon God of the universe, they curse anything they don’t understand as a Demon God.
The other members thought his way of cursing was very vulgar.
“Your father is the Demon God! Your whole family is Demon Gods!” Little Morgan knew it wasn’t a good term, so she retorted to Doctor Strange with the temper she inherited from Pepper.
In response, Doctor Strange had no intention of arguing with a child. He looked up, his eyes curiously observing the endless ruins around them.
“Where is this place? It doesn’t feel like a planet or dimension inhabited by anyone.” Doctor Strange ran his fingers over the space, attempting to read its information.
His weakened magic yielded nothing.
At this point, Stark technology was needed. Morgan put down the box, opened it quickly, and took out an ultra-thin tablet computer. She skillfully connected it to the sci-fi ring on Doctor Strange’s finger, her small fingers rapidly operating it: “Let me read the coordinates and historical data.”
“Hmm… the loaded information says this is… the End of Time.” Morgan Stark was more aware of many cosmic secrets than most superheroes.
In terms of knowledge reserve and understanding of the Marvel Universe, the person closest to Ian wasn’t Gwen, but this second-generation Stark whose memories and thoughts had never been altered.
She came from the old era that Ian knew and remembered everything from the old era.
“The End of Time?” Doctor Strange’s brow furrowed deeper. He used his poker face to hide his ignorance. After all, when he encountered Little Morgan in the Zombie Universe, she was the first to recognize his intelligence and consider him knowledgeable, so even though he was confused, he chose to hold back.
“How did Thor and the others end up in a place like this?” Doctor Strange no longer hesitated. He quickly formed hand seals and began to cast a spell to locate Thor’s aura.
Ever since he embarked on the path of self-taught magic, his magical proficiency and variety of spells had increased significantly. Most people wouldn’t realize that behind the label of self-taught magic lay spells from Ian’s Magic Book.
The probing magic spread in all directions. Doctor Strange knew that being able to find practical spells from Ian’s magic was a skill in itself.
Approximately thirty seconds later.
Doctor Strange’s eyes suddenly lit up.
“It’s over there! The energy reaction is very weak!” With that, his Cloak of the Sorcerer billowed, and he soared into the air, flying rapidly in the direction he had detected.
“Wait for me, Doctor!” Little Morgan called out, pressing a necklace with a reactor design on her chest. Instantly, nanobots flowed rapidly, covering her entire body and forming a small, functional golden-red armor—clearly inheriting her father’s style.
“Wait for me!” Morgan Stark hoisted the heavy Omni-Box onto her back, and the boosters on her feet and palms spewed flames, allowing her to steadily keep up with Doctor Strange.
The two quickly moved away, disappearing behind a massive pile of wreckage.
Only after their figures had completely vanished did Sylvie cautiously emerge from the shadows of the ruins, her emerald eyes filled with even greater confusion.
Doctor Strange and Morgan Stark? How did they appear at the End of Time? Were they looking for Thor? And how did Thor get here?
Everything seemed to be different from what she and Loki had anticipated.
One unexpected event after another, completely out of control.
“This is nothing like we planned.” Sylvie tried to connect with Loki in her consciousness again, anxiously calling out, “Loki, can you hear me? Answer me!”
Although she was very anxious, if being anxious were useful, no one would advise others not to be. There was still only dead silence. Only the green vein sustaining the sole universe remained.
However.
This vein seemed to have dimmed a little more in her perception.
“Damn it!”
Despair washed over her again.
But Sylvie knew she couldn’t give up.
Suddenly, she recalled a small, inconspicuous bottle hanging from Doctor Strange’s waist earlier, which seemed to contain… something? A small, constantly shifting form… a Loki variant?
“The original Loki soul of this universe.” Sylvie seemed to have an idea, and a bold, risky plan instantly formed in her mind.
Loki couldn’t respond.
The threat of Ultron was imminent, and that madman Ian was being chased by a time monster to who-knows-where… perhaps she could think differently. Doctor Strange was the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth, possessing powerful magic and knowledge of the multiverse. Maybe… he could help?
At the very least, he could be a useful… bargaining chip.
As for the Loki variant bottled up… a complex glint flashed in Sylvie’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by resolve.
“Perhaps, I can use him…” she murmured, her voice icy, “I can only apologize in advance, necessary sacrifices… are always worth it.”
For the ultimate goal, for the possibility of hope, she was willing to bear any sin.
With her decision made, Sylvie’s figure once again merged with the shadows, like a green ghost, silently following the direction Doctor Strange and Morgan Stark had taken.
Her plan had changed.
Like a green ghost, Sylvie moved rapidly through the endless garbage ruins of the End of Time, trailing far behind Doctor Strange and Little Morgan. Her stealth skills were superb, and her familiarity with the environment of such places made it so the two in front didn’t notice her.
Following the pair through numerous twists and turns, she found them stopping in a relatively open area. On the ground here was a very inconspicuous chaotic zone.
In the open space, a continuously twisting and rotating vortex, seemingly composed of pure airflow, manifested. It was silent; without careful observation, it would easily be mistaken for part of the energy turbulence of the End of Time. Little Morgan then took out another device from her Omni-Box that looked like a multi-function environmental analyzer.
“Let me see if this thing is actually a portal.” The little scientist cautiously approached the airflow vortex and began scanning it.
Data flashed rapidly across the screen.
“Such vigilance at your age, impressive.”
Doctor Strange complimented her.
“Of course, I’m a zombie hunter,” Morgan boasted slightly, then looked up to report to Doctor Strange, “Energy stable, spatial coordinates locked… TVA, an internal region.”
“Theoretically, passing through won’t tear people to shreds, Doctor.” Little Morgan put away the instrument and stated her highly scientific judgment to Doctor Strange.
There was absolutely no magic involved.
Doctor Strange still looked hesitant, as using such a technologically created object that completely defied magical principles for interdimensional teleportation was a significant challenge to his bottom line of understanding.
But thinking of the missing Thor and the potential crisis, he nodded nonetheless.
“For my brother!”
“Stay close to me, little one.”
He instructed her, then took a deep breath, his Cloak of the Sorcerer billowing, and was the first to step into the airflow vortex, his figure instantly engulfed by distorted light.
Little Morgan didn’t hesitate at all. She slung her Omni-Box over her shoulder, activated the basic defense of her armor, and followed him in.
Sylvie held her breath and watched from behind the ruins in the distance. Seeing the two disappear, she didn’t hesitate. Her figure shot out like lightning, plunging into the airflow vortex just as it was about to return to its calm state! A brief sensation of world-spinning and spatial compression followed, but it was far less intense than through a traditional spacetime portal.
“Hmm?”
The next second, she felt her feet land on solid ground, and the surrounding scenery changed instantly!
Cold, smooth, geometrically beautiful metal walls, infinitely extending, brightly lit corridors, the air filled with the scent of disinfectant and a certain electronic device…
Sylvie’s heart leaped!
She was far too familiar with this place—the Time Variance Authority!
Although she didn’t know how she got here, this was undoubtedly the TVA’s interior! However, it felt a bit different than before; there seemed to be a more… cold, machine-like oppressive feeling in the air.
“Ultron’s Era of Rule.”
Sylvie realized she had entered Ultron’s current stronghold. She quickly hid behind a structural pillar, spotting Doctor Strange and Little Morgan, who had entered slightly before her, just steadying themselves not far ahead. They were warily observing this completely unfamiliar environment.
“Who’s there?!”
“Unauthorized illegal entry!”
Suddenly, a team of Time Guards in standard TVA uniforms, carrying reset batons, emerged from a corner. They had discovered Doctor Strange and Morgan, two unwelcome guests who didn’t know how to hide.
These disciplined guards immediately charged forward to intercept them.
“It’s the Sorcerer Supreme!”
The leading squad captain raised a strange device and aimed it at Doctor Strange! Just as Doctor Strange was about to form hand seals to cast a spell, he suddenly felt the flow of time around him become extremely slow!
His thoughts remained clear, but his movements were as sluggish as struggling in a mud pit; even lifting a finger became incredibly difficult! The TVA’s technology had a significant restraining effect on sorcerers!
“Doctor!”
Morgan exclaimed, but she herself seemed completely unaffected by the time-slowing field! The little girl reacted with lightning speed, raising her arm, and a small launcher popped out from her armor.
*Swish, swish, swish!*
Several micro-tranquilizer darts accurately hit the necks of the Time Guards. The guards wore expressions of disbelief, seemingly unable to comprehend how a little girl could be immune to their equipment.
“You…”
Even the leader could only utter one word before his eyes rolled back, and he slumped to the ground, unconscious.
“How is this possible? They aren’t using magic! And you! How are you unaffected and not restrained?” The time-slowing effect had disappeared once Little Morgan picked up the instrument that had fallen to the ground. Doctor Strange, freed from his temporal confinement, looked at Little Morgan with astonishment.
Little Morgan didn’t answer, but instead began examining the strange device the Time Guard captain had used. She took out tools from her Omni-Box again, her small brow furrowed, and began rapidly disassembling and studying it.
The girl’s movements were astonishingly skilled.
In less than a minute, she had managed to remove the core component of the device and, combining it with a few other parts, modified it into a simple, blue-glowing armguard.
“Here, Doctor, wear this.” She handed the armguard to Doctor Strange. “It should generate a reverse force field, temporarily making you immune to that time interference.”
Doctor Strange took the armguard and stared at Little Morgan for a long time, his eyes complex.
“No, are you treating me like an illiterate… Is this really science? Is this science?” Doctor of Medicine Doctor Strange could only murmur in the end: “Your father must be a very, very powerful Demon God of another dimension… No wonder that evil god Loki seems to have a close relationship with your father.”
He was convinced that the Tony Stark Ian knew couldn’t be a scientist.
Little Morgan rolled her eyes, too lazy to explain. After Doctor Strange put on the armguard and felt its effect, neither of them dared to delay and immediately continued deeper into the TVA.
Sylvie waited until Doctor Strange and Morgan had left before quietly emerging from her hiding place. She looked at the unconscious Time Guards on the ground, her eyes cold.
She was far too familiar with this place; she understood the TVA’s layout even better than Doctor Strange and the others. She could roughly guess where the two were going—usually the area where important time criminals were held.
To prevent these guards from waking up and reporting them, causing more trouble, Sylvie made a mature decision. She crouched down, a green light flashing in her palm.
The Dagger embodying the concept of “end of story” appeared in her hand.
It was originally the Story God Loki’s usual “staff.” As the saying goes, with one’s rise to prominence, even their dependents benefit. After years of hardship following Loki, it had finally undergone transformation and attained divinity.
“Sorry, your story ends here.”
Sylvie murmured to herself, her voice devoid of emotion. With a flick of her hand, the dagger accurately and swiftly plunged deep into the carotid artery of each unconscious guard.
However, the expected scene of gushing blood did not appear. Where the dagger pierced, only a few weak sparks erupted, revealing cold metal structures and wiring beneath.
The fact that these seemingly living guards were all half-mechanical beings in human skin didn’t surprise Sylvie much, given how far Ultron had already modified the TVA.
“Does it want to completely create the multiverse into a universe of machines and metal?” Sylvie’s eyes sharpened, but her actions did not falter. She swiftly and thoroughly destroyed the core processors of these mechanical guards, ensuring from the root that they could not be repaired or rebooted.
Having completed the silent “clean-up,” she moved like a top assassin, sticking close to the walls, utilizing every blind spot and shadow, continuing deeper with caution.
On the path ahead, she encountered several more waves of mechanical guards, who had been incapacitated by Doctor Strange and Little Morgan through various means—mostly Morgan’s technological gadgets.
Sylvie showed no mercy, following the same method, delivering the finishing blows to these evil creations and eliminating any possibility of Ultron reviving them.
She skillfully navigated to the special containment area of the TVA where important time criminals were held. The cells here were no longer simple bars but were constructed from some form of energy field and reinforced glass.
Inside the cells were “big figures” of all sorts, from different timelines. Sylvie even saw several historically famous tyrants and mad scientists.
They all looked dispirited, awaiting reconditioning to become true half-bangers, that is, half-mechanical life, and then be released into history.
Suddenly, a particularly noisy cell caught Sylvie’s attention.
“Let me out!”
Inside was a ridiculously grotesque… skull? Its proportions were severely distorted, its fangs protruded askew, and a pulsating, tumor-like growth sat in the center of its forehead. One eye was severely cross-eyed, while the other socket was empty.
One could even see the strangely quivering, brain-like matter inside.
He, no, *it*, was violently banging against the glass cell door, making “bang, bang” sounds, shouting in a shrill and enraged voice.
“Let me out! You thieves! Bandits! You must have stolen my true power! Altered my magnificent appearance and robbed me of my cosmic status!”
“I am the Dark King!”
“I am the Master of the Void!”
It suddenly noticed Sylvie passing by and immediately pressed its twisted face against the glass, its one eye and growth staring intently at Sylvie outside.
“Loki! You’re Loki, right!”
“Tsk tsk, a female variant of Loki.”
“There’s only one like you in the multiverse, listen, you’re the special one, let me out! If you let me out, not only will I help you obtain the throne of Asgard, but I will also let you replace the so-called ‘God Above Gods’! Together, we will rule all realities!”
Nar, the Dark God, who failed to be reborn due to external factors, not only had his own sword betray him, but now his attempts at bewitching people were also quite clumsy.
It was understandable.
After all, there was a lot of brain matter on the ground, likely having dripped from his eyes, indicating a significant loss of intellect.
“Nar.”
Sylvie merely glanced at it coldly, as if looking at unrecyclable garbage, not bothering to engage with someone so clearly mentally unstable.
She continued to walk briskly deeper inside.
Soon, she heard familiar voices from ahead. Approaching quietly, she found Doctor Strange and Little Morgan standing before a cell, seemingly studying how to break its energy lock.
And the person imprisoned inside made Sylvie’s eyes narrow.
It was Captain America Steve Rogers and Thor! However, they both looked rather dishevelled.
Cap was rambling on, “Why? Tell me why? That young girl Gwen Stacy gets a cell all to herself? Are we men just supposed to be crammed together? Damn it! This is unfair! When I get back to Earth alive, I’m definitely founding a male rights organization to fight for the rightful interests of men worldwide!”
“Men deserve their own cells too!”
His voice was loud and powerful.
Nearby, Doctor Strange, while attempting to crack the lock, couldn’t help but retort, “Steve? You’re awakening to the cause of equality over a single cell…?”
Cap remained silent, arms crossed, his expression one of stubborn determination, as if he were about to draw a sword and join the top-tier American fighters.
“Do you know how agonizing it is to be stuck with this guy?” Cap pointed to Thor, who was pacing back and forth in the adjacent cell, looking utterly exasperated.
Thor appeared agitated. He suddenly strode forward, repeatedly pounding the cell door with his fists, urging Doctor Strange outside.
“Strange! Hurry! Hurry and open this damn door! We have to find my father!” His voice was filled with wrath and profound worry.
Little Morgan asked curiously, “Mr. Thor, what happened to Odin?”
Thor didn’t answer directly, his expression exceptionally grim. He pounded the cell door even harder, his voice laced with unprecedented urgency, “They took him! Those mechanical guards! They said… they said they were taking him for ‘disposal’! So, for Asgard! Open the door!!”
From their fragmented conversation, Doctor Strange and Morgan outside pieced together the situation: agents of the Time Variance Authority had captured an infant Odin and intended to “dispose of him” for being a “temporal anomaly.”
“Is that really what happened?”
Hiding in the shadows, Sylvie didn’t think so.
She suspected that Ultron intended to recondition Odin into a sort of mechanical Odin, to take him as a subordinate, and release him into the flow of cosmic history along with other great figures from history, thereby eroding all temporal intervals.
At this moment.
Under Morgan’s masterful scientific prowess, the cell’s energy lock emitted an overload hum and then, with a “hiss,” completely deactivated, causing the glass door to slide open to the sides.
“Father!” Thor roared, the first to charge out. Unprecedented, wild lightning erupted from his entire being, subtly mixed with Odin’s Power.
His worry and rage had pushed his power to a critical point, making him appear as a Thunder God about to descend upon the human world, his target set directly towards where the guards had taken infant Odin!
However, just as he was about to transform into a bolt of lightning and charge out—BANG!!!
The heavy metal door outside the cell was violently kicked open from the outside!
A figure burst in with lightning speed, swung a crackling war hammer in one hand, and delivered a solid blow to Thor’s chest!
THUD!
A muffled sound, accompanied by the groaning of overloaded bones and the crackling of forcibly dispersed lightning! Thor’s forward momentum abruptly halted. He didn’t even see the attacker before being sent flying backward, screaming, as if hit head-on by the Guardians of the Galaxy at full speed.
“Gurgle gurgle~”
The invincible Thor fell, not just falling, but rolling around on the ground in a disheveled state for over a dozen revolutions, only stopping at the feet of Doctor Strange and Morgan.
“Ugh…”
Thor lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes rolled back, foam spewing from his mouth, his body convulsing uncontrollably. He had clearly taken a massive blow and a strong electric shock.
Thor is afraid of electricity.
This is common knowledge in Marvel.
“Thor!”
“Who?!”
Doctor Strange and Morgan instantly entered combat mode! Ian’s Shield’s praise energy enveloped the Doctor, and Morgan’s nano-armor immediately entered full armament mode.
The small energy cannon on her shoulder quickly rose, locking onto the target!
Captain America Steve Rogers, having just regained his freedom, looked around. He found his beloved shield had been confiscated, leaving him unarmed. Facing this sudden powerful enemy, he could only awkwardly but politely… retreat behind Doctor Strange and Morgan, while quickly whispering to them.
“Be careful! That robe… it’s the so-called ‘Grand Judge’ of this place! It’s probably what Ian always calls a… final boss!”
His tone was laced with concern.
The air instantly became incredibly tense, as if frozen.
The person standing at the doorway was wearing a somewhat loose, solemn robe embroidered with intricate temporal rune patterns. His face was obscured by the shadow of his hood, making him unrecognizable. In one hand, he held the Hammer of Thor, Mjolnir, which had just sent the enraged Thor flying with a single blow.
The “Grand Judge” seemed to have no immediate intention to attack.
Instead, he tilted his head slightly and whispered to the hammer in his hand, “Hey! Hey! Old buddy, don’t move around, be quiet! Give me some face, I don’t want to blow my cover…”
“Don’t be like that, I’ve activated my ‘face fruit’… just be stable, tomorrow I’ll find you a nest of female hammers.”
All sorts of manipulative tactics were employed by the Grand Judge, but his muttering soon ceased, as he noticed everyone inside the cell staring at him with extreme solemnity and vigilance.
The “Grand Judge” seemed somewhat embarrassed, cleared his throat, raised the Hammer of Thor, and said in a tone that sought to prove his innocence.
“Ahem! Well… although I personally love you all calling me ‘final boss,’ it sounds so cool and impressive! But look!”
He shook the hammer in his hand, “I can lift the Hammer of Thor! As everyone knows, only those with a pure heart and noble character can lift Mjolnir! Therefore, I am destined to be a perfectly good person! The best, absolute best, eternal benevolent being in the universe, you have no need to be nervous!”
This didn’t sound like reassurance; he seemed to be boasting, attempting to use the hammer as his endorsement. However, as soon as he finished speaking, Little Morgan tilted her head and, with her characteristic clear and harmless voice, ruthlessly exposed him.
“Sir… Judge? If you took off the Infinity Gauntlet encrusted with diamonds on your other hand, and then said that, it might be more believable.” She even politely added an “oh,” clearly indicating she had learned etiquette at a noble school in a past life.
The “Grand Judge’s” body stiffened noticeably. Then, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he became enraged, “Damn clever kid! Can’t you just watch TV like normal children and ruin your eyesight?! Why do you have to observe so carefully?!”
He abruptly ripped off the solemn Grand Judge robe, revealing his attire beneath—a classic red and black tight-fitting battle suit, with twin blades slung at his waist.
And the gauntlet on his hand, inlaid with brilliant Infinity Gems, was now wrapped around his waist at least once, numbering seventy to eighty incredibly bulky-looking items.
“It’s you! Uncle Deadpool!”
Morgan exclaimed in surprise, even subconsciously opening her armored visor to reveal her astonished little face, “How are you here? And you’ve become the Grand Judge?”
Her “recognition” did not meet the same reaction as Doctor Strange and the other superheroes.
Deadpool clearly recognized Morgan too.
“Yes! Yes! It’s me! The universally beloved, flower-admiring, coffin-opening, great Deadpool!” Deadpool placed his hands on his hips, looking smug, “Didn’t expect this, did you? Your dad wouldn’t approve my perfectly forged employment application, so now I’ve successfully infiltrated the upper echelons of the Time Variance Authority!”
“I wield a tiny bit of power, enough to make things difficult for you!” he declared with youthful confidence for a moment, before his tone shifted to a negotiating one, “How about this, great Deadpool isn’t one to hold grudges. If you let me join the Avengers, I’ll magnanimously escort you out of this godforsaken place.”
“What do you say? Isn’t this a great deal? If it weren’t for my wife’s unborn daughter saying she likes the Avengers, great Deadpool wouldn’t even be interested in you!”
“Don’t tell me no, I can repeatedly reset time and ask you ten thousand times, and spend ten thousand years here with you!” Deadpool attempted to negotiate, mimicking the original Doctor Strange.
His words even incorporated some classic elements from Captain America.
“?????”
“?????”
Doctor Strange and Captain America were both bewildered, vaguely feeling like their lines had been stolen. Just as Deadpool was attempting his utterly unreliable negotiation through threats and enticements.
“Wahhh~ Wahhh~”
A loud baby’s cry suddenly erupted from his bulging belly, which seemed to be stuffed with something! This cry seemed to possess a magical power, as Thor, who had been spitting white foam on the ground and was in a semi-conscious state, instantly jolted as if injected with the strongest adrenaline.
Thor suddenly leaped up from the ground!
“Father!!!”
Thor’s eyes instantly turned a brilliant gold.
A torrent of Odin’s Power mixed with lightning erupted uncontrollably from his body.
Illuminating the entire cell area with blinding light!
He stared intently at Deadpool’s belly, letting out a heart-wrenching roar.
“Give me back my dad!!!”
He transformed into a destructive bolt of lightning once more, with even greater ferocity than before, charging recklessly towards Deadpool!
However—
BANG!!!
Another familiar muffled sound!
Deadpool casually swung the Hammer of Thor again, hitting Thor precisely on the forehead and sending him flying backward once more, crashing against the wall and slowly sliding down, temporarily unconscious.
Faintly.
Odin’s Power seemed to be evolving as well.
“Still can’t win?”
Captain America felt helpless about Thor’s powerful combat prowess, which existed only on paper.
Little did they know.
This time, both Doctor Strange and Morgan clearly saw that as Deadpool swung the hammer, all the gems on the Infinity Gauntlet on his other hand instantly lit up with dazzling radiance.
It was evident.
It wasn’t Deadpool who defeated Thor, but the overpowered equipment on Deadpool’s hand.
“That’s not right…”
Little Morgan’s small face was full of confusion as she looked at the energy readings scanned on her armor’s screen.
“According to the data left by Father, and the books he stole from Kamar-Taj and has no intention of returning, there should be extremely strong rule suppression within the Time Variance Authority. Infinity Gems here should just be pretty glass beads… Why can you use their power?”
The girl wasn’t just simply kind; she was also her father’s devoted daughter. Hearing this, Doctor Strange’s eyes widened, as if realizing the true reason why Kamar-Taj had so few books.
“Why? Good question!”
Deadpool triumphantly swung the Infinity Gauntlet, the gems’ glow gradually fading.
“Because great Deadpool wants to use the Infinity Gems where he wants, and that’s where he’ll use them! That’s great Deadpool’s rule! Awesome, right? If it’s awesome, give me some praise.”
Deadpool’s personality was highly volatile, and he quickly lost interest in the topic, his attention returning to the crying sound from his “belly.”
He carefully pulled out a wailing infant wrapped in a luxurious baby blanket from beneath his battle suit—it was indeed infant Odin!
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, Deadpool wasn’t so insane that he wanted to become Odin’s father or mother like Ian.
“Damn it! Crying again! Did this Odin grow up crying all his life?” Deadpool cradled the incessantly crying Odin in his hands, looking somewhat flustered. He looked up at the dumbfounded Doctor Strange, Morgan, and Captain America hiding behind them, and asked in a very sincere and pleading tone.
“Hey, seriously, has anyone here raised a child? How do I get this little ancestor to drink milk? Why have I tried multiple times and failed? Am I not friendly enough?”
As he spoke, he actually pulled out several exaggerated, contorted “loving” masks from somewhere and put them on his face one by one.
Attempting to appease Odin with these faces brimming with the word “love.”
“What about this ‘Gentle Mother’ face? Don’t like it? Then how about this ‘Sunny Daddy’? Or this ‘Slit-Mouth Girl Auntie’s Care’?”
Deadpool was incredibly enthusiastic, likely anticipating familiarizing himself with being a father. However, his behavior was bizarre, and yet, at this moment, none of their attention was on his mentally polluting masks.
All their gazes, involuntarily, with extreme shock and bewilderment, focused on his red and black pants, which had been pulled down to his ankles in his attempt to “feed the child milk.”
“?????”
“?????”
“???????”
Everyone, including the hidden Sylvie, was stunned.
The entire scene descended into an extremely bizarre and indescribable silence. Only the pitiful cries of infant Odin echoed.
Just then.
A roar of extreme embarrassment, even tinged with a change in pitch, faintly echoed from outside as if through a thick layer of glass!
Everyone simply flinched.
Sylvie, hiding in the shadows, was the first to react. She rushed to the observation window in the corridor and looked out—outside, it was no longer the cold metal corridors of the TVA, but a chaotic scene resembling a cosmic junkyard—the End of Time!
Sylvie understood instantly!
The TVA’s space and the End of Time had inexplicably overlapped or connected!
And on top of that ruin, Ian Kent was precariously perched on the “head” of the time monster, Erios, in a posture that made it difficult for him to maintain his balance.
Sylvie no longer had time to ponder how Ian could touch a monster that should have been formless. For as she pressed her ear to the glass, she heard what Ian was roaring.
Yes.
The roar earlier wasn’t from the time monster, but from Ian, who was locked in a fierce battle with it.
“Damn it! Can’t you read! 《 Postpartum Care for Magical Creatures》 clearly states! Mature little time monsters know to enter the Poké Balls that the male mommy makes by hand! Erios!” Ian was trying to stick a book, its ink seemingly still wet, in front of Erios’s eyes.
If it had eyes and could read, it probably wouldn’t understand anyway.
“That’s a place to pee, do you just randomly crawl in there? I don’t even use it to pee myself! Do you know what ‘don’t use it yourself, keep it 100% new’ means!” Ian lectured Erios while fiercely punching Erios’s empty head.
“Deadpool is on Ultron’s side, very tricky, but…” Looking at Ian’s disheveled yet surprisingly “stubborn” figure, a thought struck Sylvie like lightning.
As the saying goes, fight poison with poison.
Deadpool, who might have become a half-mechanical being, was truly terrifying, so she had to find a way to bring Ian in and use him to deal with the seemingly invincible Deadpool.
Deadpool, who might have already become a cyborg, is truly terrifying, so she has to find a way to bring Ian in and use this thing to deal with the overpowered Deadpool.
