Chapter 727

When the entire multiverse was removed from the home universe, it meant that it would no longer be under OAA's jurisdiction, or rather, no longer solely under OAA's jurisdiction, but would also be governed by other wills.

Generally, a universe is only removed from the home universe after a successor has been secured, but the multiverse where Shi Ler resides is unusual—it has reached no copyright agreement, nor has any other supreme being taken over it.

Since OAA abandoned management of this universe to avoid copyright disputes, theoretically, the highest administrator of this lawless universe became Eternity.

Shi Ler originally intended to trouble OAA, because he knew that if he wanted additional compensation, talking to the programmer was useless—he had to go to the lead planner. But because OAA severed ties so quickly, he is no longer the planner of this project.

Generally, when a game project is transferred to another company, a new planner is assigned. But Shi Ler's multiverse was not transferred—it was simply kicked out—so no one was parachuted in as the new planner; only the highest-ranking existing entity could be promoted to planner.

Eternity solemnly assumed this responsibility, though he was still unaware of it—being the foundation of the universe, he had already, in name, taken the position of lead planner and would soon receive Xu Kequan, becoming the supreme being of this universe.

The Narrative Continuity Gem possessed by Deadpool transformed his will into reality, and combined with his teleportation belt, it directly transported him to the supreme being of this universe.

It was supposed to be OAA—it is now Eternity.

Due to the suddenness of the transit, Deadpool thought he was drunk and dreaming, planning to unleash his full power in the dream to avenge his good friend Spider-Man, so he unleashed a torrent of excrement without restraint—and the consequence was that Eternity nearly went mad.

Excrement, that is, waste—any sentient being with personality instinctively rejects waste that emits odor, and Eternity is no exception.

Simply put, no one can endure their home being flooded with excrement—Eternity was extraordinarily furious.

Generally, when an omniscient and omnipotent being wishes to investigate something, there are two methods: the first is to trace forward along the timeline; the second is to examine causality—from effect to cause—to determine what produced the current outcome.

Eternity first used the first method, but his search range excluded the Narrative Continuity Gem, so time reversal could only go back to the moment when Deadpool was performing his "five-grain cycle" operations in his home.

Watching a black-and-red figure defecating all over his home, Eternity's blood pressure soared—and then he began investigating causality, but causality also excluded the Narrative Continuity Gem; whenever this extraneous artifact was involved, the screen became a mosaic.

After hours of investigation, Eternity had uncovered nothing except Deadpool's face—he was utterly enraged.

In another silent space within the universe, Captain Universe Spider-Man was surveying the battlefield; he said to the Spider-Man behind him:

"Conservatively speaking, Solus took at least ten thousand cuts—he didn't go peacefully." Captain Universe looked around again and said: "These fragmented energy particles are probably what they left behind after cutting him up and didn't have time to collect."

Spider-Man hesitated and said: "So he's dead beyond any doubt?"

"If I'm not mistaken, they didn't just chop him into pieces—they took away every large chunk of his body. The rest… is hard to describe… but he's definitely dead." Captain Universe Spider-Man nodded.

"If that's the case, then we can rest easy. Let's head back now—there are still wounded who need…"

Just as Spider-Man was speaking, Captain Universe froze, then said: "Oh, sorry—Eternity just sent me a message. I need to go there immediately."

Spider-Man waved his hand: "Go ahead. If you're busy, don't bother coming back—the wounded are in our hands. Once we've finished, we'll return to our respective universes."

Romance

Captain Universe Spider-Man nodded, and his figure vanished instantly. Spider-Man looked around and found nothing else to investigate, so he waved to the other Spider-Men and said:

"Let's go back…"

Just as they were about to leave, Captain Universe Spider-Man suddenly reappeared, his face filled with urgency: "Quick!

Alert all Spider-Men!

Find someone!

"Find someone? Who?" Spider-Man asked, confused.

"Find Deadpool! A Deadpool from some universe! Eternity says he's a weird guy in a red-and-black spandex suit… he… he… puke…" Captain Universe Spider-Man gagged, clearly still affected by the odor.

Several Spider-Men behind Spider-Man frowned. Spider-Man asked first: "Find Deadpool? Why? How would Deadpool even know Eternity?"

"He… he…" Captain Universe Spider-Man wore an extremely complex expression—shock mixed with disgust, disgust laced with disdain, disdain tinged with a hint of admiration, and admiration edged with extreme horror.

"He went to Eternity's temple… he just…" He stammered for a long time, then took a deep breath and gritted his teeth:

"He went to Eternity's temple and defecated!"

All the Spider-Men sucked in a collective breath.

Meanwhile, in S. . . . . .'s office, Peter sighed helplessly: "Director Nick, it's not that I won't help you—I really can't trick people from other universes over here. That's unethical…"

"How is that tricking?" Nick pleaded earnestly: "You've seen it yourself—those villains live in universes with other Spider-Men. Every day, besides working hard, they also have to diligently fight society. If they fail, they get beaten up by superheroes and thrown in jail."

"But is having special powers their fault? No—it's a social responsibility. We must shoulder this responsibility. If their society refuses to bear it, then we will."

"In their worlds, superpowered criminals are useless—but in ours, they become treasures. Peter, as a researcher, don't you want two or three Electro guys on call to fix your circuit problems? Didn't you complain about your lab losing power?"

"But this really isn't possible. I can't just go up to them and say, 'Hey, buddy, come move to another universe with me.' They'll think I'm insane!" Peter made a grimace.

When not being Spider-Man, he was already somewhat socially anxious; spending too much time in the lab further reinforced his scholar persona. Combined with his impossibly high moral standards, doing such a thing was impossible.

Nick knew this well, but according to the information he'd gathered, only Spider-Man could freely travel between individual universes.

The Asgardians were unmanageable, Stark's inter-universe jumps consumed enormous energy, and Shi Ler was always muttering nonsense about something. Nick had no choice but to hope Peter, the kind-hearted Spider-Man, would help him recruit labor across the multiverse.

Peter sighed, slumped, and said: "Sorry, Director, I have a class soon. I'll be going."

As he stepped outside, Peter sighed again. Coulson, heading to report, bumped into him at the door, studied him, and said: "Director Nick is trying to convince you again?"

"Yes, this is the sixth time this week. Every time he talks for over three hours—I'm about to go insane." Peter looked exhausted.

Normally, Nick Fury could never out-argue him—Peter had expertise and logic, and once he put on the Spider-Man suit, he could chatter for hours nonstop.

But when it came to exploiting workers, Nick had boundless enthusiasm. The moment he imagined infinite labor across the multiverse, his back pain vanished, his legs stopped aching, his breathing steadied, and even his literacy improved—he simply couldn't win against Nick.

As a result, Peter had been demoralized these past few days. If not for Spider-Man's astonishingly high moral standard, he would have already surrendered.

"I think luring others to work for us through deception is unethical. I simply can't do it," Peter sighed.

Coulson patted his shoulder: "I know. But you have to understand—Director Nick is desperately short-staffed…"

Peter nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave. But as soon as he stepped out of S. . . . . .'s main gate, his spider-sense suddenly began buzzing "da-da-da."

It was Spider-Woman contacting him. Spider-Man paused, then answered the call. As expected, it was Spider-Woman's message. After listening for a moment, Peter said in surprise:

"Deadpool defecated in Eternity's temple?? My god?? Is he insane?!

"No, of course not—my Deadpool, Wade, is a good guy. He even helps his comrades…"

"No, I don't need to ask him—I know his character. He'd never do something so insane. Just two days ago he invited me to play games… Right, go check other universes. I won't lie."

After hanging up, Peter shook his head: "I wonder which universe's Deadpool is this insane—going to Eternity's temple…"

Peter made a slightly disgusted face, then shook his head, thought for a moment, and pulled out his phone.

"Hello? Pikachu? Is Deadpool with you? No, nothing special—didn't we agree to play games last time? Yeah, I just finished work. Same place."

After hanging up, a faint smile appeared on his face. Though Nick had mentally drained him for hours, the thought of playing games with his best friend still made Peter happy.

At the arcade, Deadpool and Pikachu were already waiting. Peter walked in carrying three bags of pancakes and three sodas, handed one to each. As he handed Deadpool his, he sniffed and asked: "Why does your stink keep getting worse?"

"Can't help it—my body's constantly rotting. Without genetic modification, I'd be dead already." Deadpool took a sip of soda, shrugged, and said indifferently.

Peter gave him a sympathetic look and immediately dropped the topic.

Once they started playing, the atmosphere was lively. They played all afternoon. When night fell, Peter checked his watch and said: "I've got to go to the lab. That's it for today."

"No way?!" Deadpool wailed. "We only played for this long in two weeks! I wanted to take you to a bar—you've never been to a bar, right?"

Peter scratched his head: "I haven't. I was underage before, but I'm curious. Still, I've got a big experiment tomorrow—I'm afraid I won't sleep well tonight. Let's do it tomorrow."

Deadpool waved his hand listlessly, slumped: "You don't know—drinking makes you sleep better. Like me—I had a really interesting dream today…"

Suddenly, Deadpool perked up, jumped up excitedly, and said to Peter: "Hey, I haven't told you about that super f***ing dream yet!"

"You won't believe it—I took a job. A client—I have to keep his identity secret—some mysterious guy hired me to mess with a company's planner."

"He gave me a series of codes—probably industry jargon. I still haven't found the place. But after drinking a bit, I had this wild dream—I actually went to the place the codes described: a temple in a universe."

"It was gorgeous—like f***ing f***ing gorgeous! So cool!"

"Then I thought—if I can't complete the job in reality, I can enjoy it in a dream. So I just dropped my pants! Hahaha… Deadpool Dad's big f***ing f***ing f***ing f***ing!"

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As he recounted the climax, Deadpool roared with laughter—but in his peripheral vision, he saw Peter's face had frozen completely.