Chapter 448

A guy in a red skin-tight suit, with two long swords on his back, looking extremely ridiculous, circled Sagelasi.

Come on, even if you're dragging someone here for a cameo, it shouldn't be Sagelasi, right? You mighty dark Titan, aren't you supposed to be developing the Burning Legion? Or, heavens, are you here to destroy this place? Are you going to destroy my world? Deadpool rushed up to Sagelasi and spoke.

At this moment, Sagelasi was somewhat speechless. In this world, when I first arrived, I played the role of a magic god, and what I displayed before the Ancient One was also my orderly side.

The fel dark Titan and the Burning Legion—this identity I have never exposed before—how could this guy know?

I don't give a damn who those two guys are; you dragged me here for no reason, now you'd better send me back, or I'll kill you. Jin Gang Lang stood up, grabbed Deadpool's neck and lifted him, then spoke.

You damn idiot, what the hell are you doing dragging me to this godforsaken place for no reason? At this moment, Jin Gang Lang was furious—I was just drinking happily at the bar, and then this idiot brought me to a place called the Time Management Bureau, and then inexplicably brought me here.

Wait, dude, didn't you see I was talking to someone? Oh, fuck, you stabbed my kidney. Before Deadpool finished speaking, Jin Gang Lang's wolf claw had already stabbed into his waist.

Answer my question—where is this? Another of Jin Gang Lang's claws also stabbed into Deadpool's body.

Oh, heavens, you've come in, you've come in, I've dreamed of this day. Deadpool lifted his head, gazing at Jin Gang Lang with deep affection.

That expression instantly disgusted Jin Gang Lang; he shook his claws and flung Deadpool flying.

Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to figure out how to get back; if you don't want to die, don't follow me—you've been spouting weird nonsense since the start. Jin Gang Lang wiped the blood off his steel claws with a look of disdain, intending to turn and leave; staying another minute with this idiot felt like his brain would burst.

As soon as they met, he said they were fated to be a pair, that they were arch-enemies, and that he should act until ninety—but Jin Gang Lang's actual age is already over two hundred.

Oh, come on, dude, I wasn't talking about you—I meant that Xu Jieman guy, but if you want to leave, maybe these two can help us. After saying that, Deadpool pointed to Luode, who was watching the show, and Sagelasi.

Them? Jin Gang Lang looked at Luode and Sagelasi with a puzzled expression.

I don't know the younger one, but the other—this guy is a master of space magic, leading his demon legion to invade other worlds throughout the universe, infamous across the cosmos. Deadpool said the last sentence whispering into Jin Gang Lang's ear, but given Luode and Sagelasi's strength, unless you stay silent, both of them can hear it.

Hey, guys, as you can see, this idiot dragged me here—can you help us get out? Jin Gang Lang completely ignored Deadpool, approached Luode, and spoke.

That clown over there in the red tight suit—how did you know my identity? Sagelasi didn't answer Jin Gang Lang's question, but instead looked at Deadpool nearby and asked.

How would I know who you are? Come on, I'd love to know too—I used to be a normal person, but because of some things I became a neurotic and gained some superpowers.

After becoming a neurotic, I can know all kinds of weird stuff—it's just like that. Deadpool shrugged and spoke.

As a neurotic, you should just honestly be a neurotic—I, ah! Before Jin Gang Lang could finish speaking, Deadpool drew the sword from his back and stabbed it into Jin Gang Lang's chest.

Oh, fuck, I'm just putting it back—after all, you won't die, right? After saying that, Deadpool mischievously fiddled with the sword stuck in Jin Gang Lang's chest.

I finally have a pair of adamantium alloy dual blades, and only these dual blades can inflict damage on Jin Gang Lang.

Are you fucking sick? If you want to keep fighting, I'll go all the way.

If you're saying I'm sick, then yeah, I am—I had cancer earlier, then gained superpowers, right after that I became neurotic, and then learned all kinds of weird things.

Buddy, we can find a way home together, but it's not returning to your world—it's coming with me to mine. The anchor person of our world died, so you have to come with me. Deadpool spoke.

Luode, I think this guy is just an idiot—let's go! Looking at the red-masked Deadpool in front of him, Sagelasi shook his head helplessly and said.

What kind of people are these? A neurotic!

Wait, Sagelasi, the person the time god wants us to find is this guy—he's one of the members of this special team tasked with dealing with the multiverse crisis. Luode spoke.

According to the plot setting in Loki, when the multiverse was about to collapse, Loki sat on the Throne of Time and, using his own divine power, reshaped the World Tree.

This prevented the multiverse from collapsing, but if he ever left that position, the multiverse would fall into an irredeemable catastrophe.

The current Loki possesses temporal power, indeed ridiculously strong, but his true self cannot leave that throne, so he needs a group of spokespeople, and Deadpool is one of the individuals he has chosen.

"Wait, hold on a moment, sir, you just mentioned the special team tasked with dealing with the multiverse crisis—I feel like I've heard that somewhere before?"

"Fuck! The guy who brought us here said the same thing—he recruited me into a team, but then tried to erase my timeline." Deadpool pointed at Luode and shouted.

"The one who recruited you is merely an errand runner; I was directly commissioned by your future boss to come recruit you." Luode said.

"No! Don't even think about it—I've already been deceived once. Although they gave me a cool uniform and crafted perfect weapons, I will never allow my timeline to be erased." Deadpool said.

"Are you in league with that Paradox Mister? You're the ones who brought me here." Wolverine also stopped his scuffle with Deadpool, approached Luode and Sargeras, and asked.

"Strictly speaking, you two are both chosen ones; I've come to recruit you and give you some targeted training." Luode said.

"Oh! Take this! Baby sword!" Deadpool drew the small dagger from his chest and stabbed straight at Luode, showing no mercy.

The sturdy adamantium alloy made contact with Luode's body, producing a clang, and then Deadpool's adamantium-forged baby sword shattered outright.

"What! Is this really made of adamantium? It couldn't be some scrap iron they picked up, could it?" Looking at the broken baby sword in his hand, Deadpool wore a speechless expression.

Luode waved his hand, and Deadpool, like a toy, suddenly flew up into the sky, then quickly descended to the ground, smashing a large pit into the earth, his whole body contorted beyond human shape.

No one can sneak-attack me and get away without paying a price—I'm quite petty.

Deadpool's body twitched a few times, then began to regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh, it hurts!" Deadpool crawled out of the pit he had fallen into, then let out a sound that was unclear whether it was one of relief or pain.

That sound gave Luode goosebumps all over; damn it, that guy is disgusting.

"Training this kind of guy, I can't get a handle on it—Luode, you train him yourself! Just seeing him makes me want to wring his neck." Sargeras also wore a disgusted expression as he said.

Thinking of him as a dark titan who has roamed the cosmos for years, having seen countless demons and monsters, yet this vile creature before him is the first of its kind he has ever encountered.

"Alright, now you two listen carefully—I made a deal with someone to help him train a team capable of dealing with the multiverse crisis."

"Because the future multiverse will face a crisis, you two are among its members." Luode said.

"I refuse—don't even think about erasing my existing timeline." Deadpool, having just turned his head around, said.

Luode sighed, then directly used the power of the mini-universe to immobilize Deadpool, suspending him before himself and arranging him in a spread-eagle pose.

"Come on, man, this pose is pretty embarrassing—why don't I just strike my own pose?" Deadpool said. "Shut up!" Wolverine, Luode, and Sargeras shouted in unison.

It's obvious that the three of them have reached the limit of their tolerance for Deadpool.

"I have no interest in whatever multiversal scheme you have; I just want to return to my own world right now." Wolverine said.

At this very moment, both he and Deadpool are immobilized by some mysterious force from Luode.

"I know your situation. First, Deadpool, I can assure you that your timeline will be fine. I know you worry that if the anchor person dies, your world will be destroyed—I will resolve this." Luode said.

From the time god Loki, Luode also learned some information about the anchor person—simply put, every world has a binder, commonly called an anchor.

This individual is the protagonist of this world, and once the protagonist dies, the world essentially reaches its end; in Deadpool's world, it is obvious that the anchor person is Wolverine.

Luode now possesses the power of death; reviving a life is effortless for him—as long as he brings the anchor person back to life, everything will be fine.

However, there is a harsher fact: the future does not move forward; instead, it simply resets when needed, like a movie that restarts after it ends—but Luode does not intend to mention this.

Oh! Really! Come on, buddy, why didn't you say earlier? It made me suffer so much.

No problem, as long as you can save that little wolf cub of my world, I'll offer my chrysanthemum to you. Deadpool said.

I have no interest in your chrysanthemum; keep it for yourself. As for you, Wolverine, can you tell me what regrets you have? Maybe I can help you make up for them. Luode asked.

I just want a bottle of wine, then get drunk and lie on the bar floor—that's all. Wolverine said with a cold snort.

To make up for my regrets, my closest comrades are dead, even the woman I loved most is dead, and all of this is because I delayed things by drinking; now I just want to get drunk every day.

You're not mistaken, are you? Is this Wolverine really that pessimistic?

That buddy, I want to understand how you plan to save my world; I'm not doubting you, I just want a definite guarantee.

You know, I used to be a mercenary, so I need to sign a contract or something; you need to give some deposit or the like. Deadpool said.

I have the ability to resurrect the dead; we need to go back to your world, find his corpse, and I can bring him back to life. Luode said.

Oh! My goodness! Upon hearing that, Deadpool instantly covered his mouth, widened his eyes, and stared at Luode with an incredulous expression.

What's wrong? Do you have any problem? Luode asked.

The dead one is the Wolverine of this world; that deceased anchor person should be the one from Wolverine 3, and this guy was buried properly.

He was buried by that little wolf girl; after Wolverine's death, there was only a simple grave with a cross inserted. Speaking of which, when I watched Wolverine 3, Luode was still quite moved.

Cough cough! How to put it about his corpse? It's a bit incomplete, slightly, but it's fine; I'll spend some time and piece his corpse together bit by bit—believe me, it'll be fast. Deadpool said.

Had I known corpses could be resurrected, he shouldn't have danced with Logan's corpse, nor used it as a weapon, slaughtering a bunch of Time Variance Authority people.

Dancing on the grave and such wasn't what he intended; it's just that the audience found it really exciting! 'Oh, looks like my other-world self got messed up badly by you.' Wolverine said, looking at Deadpool with a look of disdain.

This bastard didn't use his own corpse—although it's from another world—did he do something weird? 'Don't look at me like that, buddy; back then the situation was tense, and I had no weapon on hand, your skeleton is all adamantium, the sharpest weapon.' Deadpool said.

You're lying; you've got those two knives on your back—aren't they weapons? And you, this guy, when you fight, you also snatch others' weapons. Wolverine said.

Luode, standing aside, was somewhat speechless; Deadpool this idiot, what exactly did he do to Wolverine's corpse?

It doesn't matter if the corpse is complete or not; as long as there's a fragment of his body, even here I can resurrect him. Luode said.

Even across worlds, as long as a medium exists, Luode can summon that person's soul; once the soul arrives, Luode can easily resurrect them with a wave of his hand.

Wait! What do you mean? As long as you have a part of his body, you can resurrect him, and even do it here. Deadpool said, looking horrified.

Exactly! Don't tell me you're carrying Wolverine's with you.

Ahahaha! Luckily I kept a little souvenir; just wait, I'll take it out, I'll put it in—oh, here! Deadpool's hand reached into his pants pocket, and after a while he dug out a silver bone.

When using Luode's skull as a weapon, he retained a piece of Logan's rib, wanting to keep it as a memento, but he had no pockets on him, after all, big pockets would ruin the uniform's appearance.

So he could only stuff it into the only place that could hold things; this rib represents his deep love for Wolverine.

?? This is another world, my rib, you're really perverted. Wolverine showed a look of disdain.

Never mind Wolverine; at this moment Luode is all ethereal, damn it, Deadpool is just too disgusting, disgusting to death! 'I just kept a piece as a souvenir; you should thank me, otherwise we'd have to go back to my world and fetch something.' Deadpool said.

Then he handed the rib taken from his pants pocket to Luode, but Luode didn't take it.

Just put it on the ground; no need to hand it to me, thanks. Luode said.

You motherfucker pulled that out from there—do you expect me to catch it with my hand? You idiot.

Oh, okay, by the way, I often change my underwear, so it's actually quite clean. Deadpool said.

Luode shook his head, then used this rib as a medium, directly employing his death god power to begin summoning Wolverine's soul.

Shortly after, Wolverine's soul was summoned by Luode from somewhere unknown.

Without hesitation, Luode activated his death god power, then reshaped a body for him, and resurrected Wolverine.

Ah! Go to hell! Weapon X! the newly resurrected Wolverine roared.

Beside Deadpool, the Wolverine in yellow battle gear looks like a man in his thirties. (Jackman is older, but according to the original setting, Wolverine's appearance doesn't change, so he still looks like a man in his thirties.) However, the Wolverine before us has a full head of white hair, even his beard is whitish, making him look possibly in his sixties, and he appears utterly aged.

Who are you? Where am I? the awakened Wolverine shouted at Luode and the others, but then turned his head and saw another version of himself—a younger self.

Before he could react, a guy wearing a red hood and tight clothing lunged at him with excitement and tightly hugged him.

You're back, dear. Deadpool said, then kissed Wolverine's chest.

Ugh! the recently resurrected old wolf vomited. (End of chapter)