Chapter 3324 - Ch: 186-189

Chapter 186: My Mission Is Complete!

The moment that sacred figure appeared in the sky, the clamor came to an abrupt halt, and the entire square fell into a dead silence.

Everyone involuntarily looked up at the figure in the sky; whether they were religious or not, utter disbelief was written across their faces at this moment.

That sacred, majestic image, that unfathomable power, that heart-warming radiance...

It all left them profoundly shaken, the same word surfacing in everyone's minds.

Angel!

Although it differed somewhat from the depiction of angels in the Bible, when such a being truly descended, it was far more awe-inspiring than anything the scriptures had ever described!

Some reached out with both hands, as if doing so could bring them closer to the Angel.

Some wept bitterly with gratitude for divine grace descending to save humanity.

Some pressed their palms together in prayer, devoutly confessing their sins in hopes of washing away their transgressions beneath the Angel's radiance.

Taking place during the Paris Peace Summit, which had just been attacked by an unknown, immensely powerful entity, Loya's appearance before the crowd in this guise carried an impact that reached an absolute crescendo.

Arriving for peace, descending to save the people of the world.

Angels really do exist!

The crowd had eyes only for the Angel that Loya was impersonating. Even Dark Phoenix, who had just hurled an entire building at them, was utterly forgotten, as was the fact that they had nearly been crushed to death moments before.

The sheer influence of religious faith was on full display.

"No way... you never said this was the plan."

Charles stared at Loya's figure, his face filled with shock and bewilderment.

Earlier, Loya had told him he had a perfect plan to resolve the conflict between Mutants and humans once and for all, bringing everyone together to eat dumplings in harmony.

He had no idea what dumplings were, just as he had no idea what the specific plan was.

Charles never in his wildest dreams expected the plan to be like this.

Cosplaying an Angel on the spot.

He had to admit—this plan was genuinely brilliant.

He knew full well just how terrifying faith could be; it could warp a person's mind and reshape their beliefs.

And that was just the effect of basic brainwashing; the impact of displaying actual miracles like this was utterly unimaginable.

But if harnessed properly, the positive effects would be immeasurable.

The brilliant Charles had already deduced Loya's intentions, and had even figured out what he needed to do next.

Deep admiration flashed in his eyes. As expected of someone from the future, the plan was truly extraordinary; all it needed was a catalyst, and the rest would unfold naturally.

In contrast to Charles's complex train of thought, Erik's reaction was much simpler.

Loya's appearance and display of power certainly shocked him, but after that brief shock passed, a single thought involuntarily popped into his head.

"By the way, that flaming greatsword and armor are made of metal, right? They look incredible—can I control them?"

Erik's hands itched with temptation.

Logan, standing by, secretly shook his head.

From the first moment he laid eyes on Loya, he thought the guy was a show-off, and now it seemed he had been completely right.

Deadpool's thoughts were even purer; if the timing weren't so inappropriate, he would have screamed out loud already.

Loya, you bastard, making yourself look so damn cool!

And you didn't even bring me along!

Deadpool felt that if he put on that suit of armor, he would definitely look way cooler than Loya!

Even their target, Dark Phoenix, was momentarily stunned.

It was simply that Loya—in temperament, appearance, and power—looked far too much like an Angel of legend.

But in the future, when she had nearly slaughtered all of Earth, where was this supposed Angel?

Now that she had returned to the past with her power heavily diminished, here he was. Were Angels really this devious?

Although she couldn't gauge Loya's true strength, Dark Phoenix wasn't easily frightened. Anyone playing divine tricks in front of her had only one fate: death!

Relying on her ability to resurrect, she feared nothing.

If gods truly existed in this world, why hadn't the main personality's childhood prayers ever been answered?

Why were Mutants and humans in constant conflict?

Why were there wars in the world?

Why hadn't a god appeared when humanity was facing extinction?

It was all fake!

Nothing more than cheap tricks to fool idiots.

The more she thought, the angrier she became, her murderous urges surging.

With a flick of her wrist, Dark Phoenix lashed out with a telepathic probe.

A single mind read was all it would take to see what kind of creature this was, and then decide how to kill him.

However—when her mind reading fell upon Loya, Dark Phoenix froze.

Nothing!

Absolutely nothing!

When her telepathic probe reached this angel-like figure, it encountered pure blankness.

It was as though he didn't even exist.

This raised Dark Phoenix's vigilance to its peak; she had never encountered such a situation before, something even Charles couldn't pull off.

Due to accumulated negative emotions and the emotional influence of the Phoenix Force, she was easily swayed by passion, driving her into mindless rages.

But she wasn't an idiot; whenever she hadn't lost her mind, she was sharp as a tack.

She couldn't unleash her full power here. If she channeled too much energy from the future to the past and destabilized spacetime, everything would fall apart, and she had no desire to return to the days of being suppressed by the primary personality.

Thus, Dark Phoenix held her ground, quietly staring at Loya.

If he didn't make a move, neither would she!

Now it was Loya's turn to feel awkward. Thoroughly speechless, he grumbled internally, 'Aren't you Dark Phoenix, the one notorious for going berserk? Why aren't you moving now? Attack me already!'

He had been keeping "Absolute Value" active to maintain the Magic Circle's full operation, so he couldn't simply switch it off.

If Dark Phoenix didn't attack, finding the right opening was difficult, and he couldn't guarantee dragging her into the Magic Circle.

And without pulling her into the Magic Circle to block vision and achieve complete suppression, his plan of posing as an Angel would be greatly undermined.

A staged deity had to be flawless to maximize the impact of the persona, allowing his other system quest to proceed smoothly.

Left with no choice, Loya resorted to having Deadpoolunleash his foul-mouthed skills: "Deadpool, hurry up and provoke Mystique! The consciousness inside her is Dark Phoenix. Cuss her out however you want—I need the right opening."

Hearing Loya's words, Deadpool blinked in surprise. How could it be Dark Phoenix?

But this was clearly not the time to ponder.

He decisively stepped forward and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hey! You—"

Yet before he could finish, just as the words left his mouth—

Dark Phoenix's body convulsed violently. She spun around abruptly, her eyes instantly engulfed in darkness.

She glared daggers at Deadpool, her aura skyrocketing at a visible rate, as if staring at a mortal enemy she was sworn to kill.

The words on the tip of Deadpool's tongue cut off abruptly, his shoulders shrinking back. Why did he feel like something was wrong with Dark Phoenix—was she about to go berserk?

But he hadn't even cursed yet!

In the next instant, Dark Phoenix unleashed an unhinged shriek: "Deadpool!!!"

"You grave-robbing bastard!!!"

"I will kill you!!!"

Erupting alongside her shriek was a terrifying power so immense that space itself warped.

Boom!

Starting directly beneath Dark Phoenix, buildings crumbled into ash as an all-annihilating force rapidly spread outwards.

In the blink of an eye, the energy surged in every direction, threatening to obliterate everything in its path.

Everyone standing on the ruined buildings felt as if an invisible hand had gripped their hearts, and the terror of death instantly seized them.

The dreadful pressure brought their thoughts to a complete halt, leaving only primal fear behind.

Even Charles, renowned for his psionic power, struggled to withstand this terrifying pressure emanating from the depths of the mind.

A look of agony crossed his face.

Deadpool's mouth fell open, totally dumbfounded. He had never dug up Jean Grey's grave!

Who the hell is framing an innocent guy?!

Just as the destructive energy was about to engulf the crowd, a golden light settled precisely over every single person, completely enveloping them in an instant.

Mysterious runes flowed across the golden glow, shimmering brightly.

Dark Phoenix's power slammed into the golden light.

The golden light merely rippled with faint ripples, completely holding back the catastrophic energy.

Charles and the others breathed a sigh of relief. They knew Loya had backup plans, and sure enough, he did!

The sheltered dignitaries from various nations exhaled in relief as well; that near-miss had almost scared them to death.

If they died, the world would descend into chaos once again.

Thankfully, this mysterious Angel had appeared.

Looking at this unfathomable, never-before-seen golden light, the world leaders felt even deeper awe and reverence toward this mysterious Angel.

Even the leaders who had initially harbored doubts were now forced to believe that Loya truly was an Angel.

Given such power and its manifestation, their minds could only turn to the divine.

This golden light was called the "Protection Spell", a formidable defensive magic recorded in the Kamar-Tajlibrary capable of repelling virtually any attack.

From the very first moment Loya saw this magic, he memorized it and adapted it to fit his own capabilities.

Not for any other reason than that, in his memories, this was the exact defensive magic used by Strange Supremein the "What If...?" universe to withstand Infinity Ultron.

Although Loya's current strength hadn't reached that echelon yet, using it to fend off a crippled version of an already-incomplete Phoenix Force was more than enough.

Seeing that Dark Phoenix had lost all reason—the perfect opportunity—Loya hesitated no longer and struck immediately.

A small gadget appeared at his mouth.

[voice changer: Allows free toggling of voice]

Following that, an ethereal, sonorous voice that seemed to transcend this world rang out, steeped in indescribable majesty.

"Silence!"

In an instant, the rampaging Dark Phoenix stiffened abruptly, her power pausing for a split second, creating a tiny fissure in the mighty forcefield surrounding her.

Seizing this fleeting opening, Loya activated the Magic Circle he had long prepared.

Clatter!

The sound of clashing chains echoed from the void, followed by fiery golden chains plummeting from empty air to bind Dark Phoenix securely.

"Rise!"

Loya roared in his heart!

Boom!

A brilliant golden light exploded from where Dark Phoenixstood.

The dazzling radiance was so piercing that no one could keep their eyes open, prompting everyone to shield their faces reflexively.

When they opened their eyes again, Loya, who had been hovering in the sky, was gone.

Dark Phoenix, Charles, and the others above the conference hall had vanished as well.

High up in the heavens, a colossal golden sphere of light hundreds of meters in diameter had appeared.

The sphere blazed with raging flames like a miniature sun, exuding divine majesty.

The civilians and dignitaries below stared with wide, trembling eyes, devoid of words to describe what they felt.

All they knew was that this was a miracle!

Numerous reporters snapped out of their daze and frantically clicked their shutters, knowing that today would undoubtedly be etched into the annals of human history!

And within the sphere of light...

Dark Phoenix was bound tight as a mummy by the chains, pinned motionless in the dead center of the sphere.

"Aaaaargh!"

With a contorted expression and the power within her surging wildly, she struggled desperately to break free, but could not budge.

The psionic strikes and telekinesis she unleashed were completely deflected by the protection spell, proving entirely futile.

This Magic Circle was actually an array-based version of the "Protection Spell", something Loya had poured tremendous effort into devising.

The chains were merely extensions of the protection spell, making them naturally difficult to escape.

Binding her was not the end goal, merely the means; to complete the system quest "Days of Future Past", Loya still had to solve the massive problem that was Dark Phoenix.

Only by making her vanish from this past timeline once and for all could the quest be completed. Otherwise, all his efforts would be in vain; if she kept causing chaos, peace between Mutants and humans would remain an impossibility.

Loya actually had a way to deal with Dark Phoenixcompletely, but he first needed to force her out of Mystique's body—and perhaps he might even harvest a bit of the Phoenix Force in the process.

With a thought, he retrieved two gourds from the System Space.

One was the red "anger gourd", and the other was the orange "sanity gourd".

The Phoenix Force was imbued with intensely potent emotions, and Dark Phoenix was currently in an unhinged, berserk frenzy.

Her rage was especially fierce, making it the perfect opportunity for Loya to replenish the reserves of his "anger gourd".

He approached Dark Phoenix, who glared venomously at him, the killing intent in her eyes almost solidifying.

Loya paid it no mind.

In truth, he was somewhat puzzled: now that Dark Phoenixhad gone berserk, why hadn't she channeled more power from the future?

Was it truly as he suspected—that traveling through spacetime carried a heavy price for Dark Phoenix, or had she placed restrictions on herself?

Loya didn't dwell on it further and aimed the two gourds at Dark Phoenix.

Seeing this, Dark Phoenix let out a shrill roar: "I'll kill—"

Before she could finish, the "anger gourd" activated, an invisible vortex siphoning Dark Phoenix's surging rage right into it.

Dark Phoenix's voice cut off abruptly, her eyes betraying distinct confusion and disorientation.

She felt as though something were stuck in her throat, struggling for words.

Having her rage suddenly vanish felt utterly bizarre—nauseating like swallowing a fly, with the frustrating helplessness of being yanked off the toilet midway through business.

Even though her wrath was abruptly drained away, other negative emotions continued to roil. Dark Phoenix still glared at Loya with intense murderous intent, the power around her churning relentlessly.

Just then, Loya activated the "sanity gourd", drawing out every lingering emotion, desire, and stray thought surging within Dark Phoenix.

Dark Phoenix, previously a tempest of tangled negative emotions, fell tranquil in an instant, her eyes vacant and hollow like a living corpse.

Combined with Mystique's appearance, it looked exceptionally eerie.

Suspending the two gourds beside Dark Phoenix, Loyacalled out, "Charles, get over here! Proceed according to plan!"

Charles and the others, who had been staring wide-eyed at this mystical Magic Circle, snapped out of their profound shock upon hearing his call.

Looking around at this mysterious golden realm, a bold conjecture suddenly crossed their minds.

Could Loya... really be some kind of Angel?

How could any Mutant ability possibly accomplish something like this?

Charles, who had seen countless Mutants, could not comprehend at all what kind of Mutant ability could achieve what was happening before his eyes.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, he approached Dark Phoenix. When he saw her hollow, vacant eyes, his pupils constricted, and he couldn't help asking, "What happened to her? This won't affect Raven, will it?"

Loya shook his head and explained, "Don't worry. I absorbed that dark persona's emotions, desires, and stray thoughts, plunging her into a state of nothingness. It won't affect Raven's consciousness. Just stick to the plan and awaken the benevolent persona."

This was his plan, and now it was time to wrap things up.

Loya suppressed Dark Phoenix's power so Charles could focus on awakening Jean's primary persona with peace of mind.

After all, continuously losing emotions and regaining them consumed an immense amount of mental energy, which would weaken the dark persona of Dark Phoenix.

Once Jean woke up and regained control, they could completely resolve this trouble with her help and finish the mission.

Relieved by those words, Charles pressed a hand to his forehead and began awakening Jean's primary persona.

Of course, Charles wasn't the only one who could awaken Jean's primary persona; there was another candidate present.

Loya patted Logan on the shoulder. "Logan, the consciousness inside Mystique is Jean. Help wake her up too. This determines whether we can reverse the future."

"What?" Logan looked utterly bewildered. He glanced at Mystique's bound body, never imagining that Jean's consciousness was the one pulling the strings.

Why on earth was this happening?

He clearly remembered that he had killed Jean, so why was she appearing here in the past?

He recalled how the elderly Charles had hesitated and dodged the topic back in the future. Could that old geezer have known all along?

Then he remembered Dark Phoenix roaring earlier about Deadpool desecrating her grave.

Logan could barely resist popping his claws to slash Deadpool a few times.

How could anyone do something so disgusting?

Given the current situation, however, he had no choice but to hold back for now.

Looking puzzled, he asked, "What should I do?"

Overwhelmed with guilt, Logan didn't know what to say.

"Just tell her you love her. Giving her a familiar voice might speed up the awakening," Loya suggested with a chuckle.

Logan's weathered face flushed red, feeling rather embarrassed for a moment.

He took a deep breath, softening his tone as much as possible. "Jean, it's Logan. I love you, and I've missed you all this time."

"Eww~"

The crowd couldn't help shivering, goosebumps breaking out all over.

Seeing a macho tough guy like Logan utter such words in so tender a tone was a sight far too wondrous to behold.

With the plan back on track, Loya had time to ask some questions.

Draping an arm over Deadpool's shoulder, he asked with a beaming smile, "Deadpool, Dark Phoenix said you dug up her grave. What was that all about?"

Deadpool sighed helplessly. "I never dug up Jean's grave at all! It must be—she must've seen wrong! How could I possibly be that kind of guy?"

He wasn't telling the truth, but couldn't help cursing internally: It's that bastard again, daring to frame me! I'm definitely gonna kill you!

Loya looked at Deadpool with a half-smile.

In the presence of "Minds Eye", lies had nowhere to hide.

Deadpool had lied again just now. He hadn't dug the grave himself, but he knew who did.

But it didn't matter if he didn't spill; Loya wasn't going to press him. That guy would come to him eventually anyway—that had always been Deadpool's objective.

Loya now finally understood why Jean had resurrected.

Perhaps having her grave desecrated had literally brought her back to life out of sheer anger, and then—naturally—Dark Phoenix took dominant control.

As for how this had led to the Sentinel situation and why she had traveled back to the past, they would only find out once Jean's primary persona fully woke up.

He had no idea who could be so shameless as to dig up someone else's grave while masquerading as Deadpool. What an utter scumbag move.

Right then, a movement from Dark Phoenix caught Loya's attention.

His eyes lit up, full of marvel: As expected of the Phoenix Force. Even as an incomplete fragment, its emotional recovery is this fast.

Only a few minutes had passed since Dark Phoenix's emotions were devoured, and they were already beginning to revive.

One had to remember that when Loya used the "sanity gourd" previously, it had taken more than half an hour to recover.

The Phoenix Force's properties concerning emotions were truly formidable.

And this was only an incomplete shard, merely a fraction of the fragment transmitted into the past.

But this played right into Loya's hands.

His "anger gourd" never turned down wrathful emotions, all of which would become fuel for him to grow stronger.

It was a pity he couldn't imprison Dark Phoenix; otherwise, he would have had it made in the future.

Controlling the two gourds, Loya siphoned away Dark Phoenix's newly budding emotions once again, not giving her the slightest chance.

This was precisely why he had said he could keep Dark Phoenix locked down until death.

Once the first wave of emotions was drained, it was game over unless she could recover faster than he could absorb.

Maybe the Dark Phoenix from the future could pull it off, but this current one? She might as well pack it up and go to sleep.

Devoid of emotions, desires, and stray thoughts, it was a feeling of absolute nothingness—utter apathy toward everything, rendering any abilities completely unusable.

That was exactly what Dark Phoenix was experiencing right now.

Many thoughts flashed through her mind, even the urge to detonate the temporal channel and take everyone down with her.

Yet, stripped of the drive of desire and emotion, the impulse remained nothing more than a hollow concept, utterly incapable of translating into action.

She truly believed Loya was an Angel now—this ability was simply terrifying!

Another ten or so minutes passed, and Mystique's eyes gradually shifted from vacant to lively, completely free of Dark Phoenix's earlier negativity.

Clearly, Jean's consciousness had returned!

Jean looked at the scene before her and smiled knowingly. "You really pulled it off."

Hearing that familiar tone, Logan said excitedly, "Jean, is it you?"

Jean nodded with a smile. "It's me, Logan. I know you have a lot of questions, but now isn't the time. Let's deal with my dark persona first."

She turned toward the strikingly handsome Loya, a flicker of surprise flashing across her eyes before quickly returning to normal.

Jean offered her sincere gratitude. "Thank you."

Loya waved his hand dismissively. "No big deal, don't mention it. Let's finish off the dark persona quickly so nothing else goes wrong."

Jean nodded and looked at Charles, her voice resolute. "Charles, help me create a psychic cage to trap the dark persona. Then I will pay with my death so she cannot resurrect on her own. That way, your plan to reverse the future can succeed."

Seeing Jean so determined tore at Logan's heart. Had they reunited only to part ways again?

"No need for all that trouble," Loya interrupted. "I can completely eliminate this dark persona."

"Huh?" Jean furrowed her brows and shook her head. "You may not understand the power of the Phoenix Force. Although she is my sub-persona, she possesses a portion of the Phoenix Force as well, granting her resurrection properties. That's why she can only be trapped, not eradicated."

"Why not give it a try?" Loya raised an eyebrow, delighted inside. So Dark Phoenix carries Phoenix Force too. That means I should be able to snag some of it.

He paused, then added, "Either way, there's nothing to lose."

Jean fell silent for a moment before finally nodding. "All right. What do you need me to do?"

She assumed Loya simply wasn't from this Universe and had no idea how terrifying the Phoenix Force truly was.

Once he witnessed its might firsthand, it would dispel his notion.

Loya said, "Simple. Force her into a form visible to the naked eye. When I strike, reject her with everything you've got. That's all there is to it."

"All right." Jean nodded and immediately channeled her own Phoenix Force.

*Hum!*

A soft chime resonated.

In the next moment, two manifestations of consciousness emerged from behind Mystique: one in Jean's original likeness, and the other a dark Jean draped in roiling black mist with a hollow gaze.

Raising the greatsword transformed from the "solar judgment", Loya let out a low call: "Here it comes!"

He swung the greatsword fiercely while communing with his Cosmo, illuminating the one that had long been ready to light up—the phoenix constellation!

*Boom!*

Dark Phoenix was struck dead-on by the greatsword. In an instant, she was annihilated into nothingness by destructive power that struck at her very essence and prevented resurrection, leaving her with no chance of ever reviving.

This anti-resurrection mechanism took precedence even over the revival of the Phoenix Force.

The Phoenix Force she harbored did not return to Jean, the primary persona.

Instead, after Loya illuminated the phoenix constellation, it was drawn toward the flaming firebird-like phoenix constellation within his Cosmo, instantly surging into the wide-open Cosmo.

Inside the Cosmo, the phoenix cloth had finished synthesizing the moment the constellation was ignited, radiating brilliantly and dazzling the eye.

This Phoenix Force split into two parts.

One part merged into the phoenix cloth, while the other fused into the phoenix constellation.

Loya was overjoyed.

It really worked!

Illuminating the phoenix constellation truly could attract the Phoenix Force!

Even though it wasn't much, it could serve as bait to fish for even more unowned Phoenix Force in the future.

Across the Marvel Universe, fragments of the Phoenix Force were plentiful.

What was more, having absorbed the Phoenix Force, the phoenix cloth and the phoenix constellation seemed to be undergoing an unimaginable transformation.

It was truly something to look forward to.

Sensing that her dark persona had vanished completely, Jean was stunned.

Earlier, when she saw Loya preparing to attack a state of consciousness with a weapon, she had genuinely felt like laughing.

A physical attack against a mental construct?

What kind of joke was that?

But the result left her utterly shocked.

The dark persona that had tormented her for countless years was simply hacked to death by a flaming greatsword?

Not even a trace was left behind.

Even the Phoenix Force could not bring her back.

Just who was this Loya?

How could he pull off something like this?

Most terrifying of all, Jean could sense that the Phoenix Force on the dark persona had actually been absorbed by him.

This was something she had never experienced before.

Had she really fallen behind the times? Were people from other Universes this absurd, capable of even snatching away the Phoenix Force?

It was simply inconceivable!

While Loya and the others eliminated the dark persona,

earth-shattering changes were unfolding outside the Magic Circle as well.

The onlookers who were gazing up at the golden orb suddenly noticed something amiss.

Why were there so many stars in the sky?

Wasn't it broad daylight?

They looked elsewhere.

High above in the heavens, the starry expanse seemed closer to the earth, with countless stars glittering in the daylight and shimmering with a fiery crimson glow stars should never possess.

These stars linked together into the outline of an enormous bird, bathed in flames and poised to take flight, inspiring awe and dread.

The myriad stars seemed faintly to guard the golden orb before them, creating a spectacle so stunning it left everyone speechless.

It was as if even the stars had to bow before the presence within the golden orb!

The crowd seemed to realize something.

A miracle!

This is a divine miracle!

Countless people prostrated themselves on the ground, weeping tears of devotion and bowing in worship.

Mumbling prayers under their breath, they begged the deity to bestow divine grace.

Right at that moment, the golden orb slowly dispersed like clouds parting to reveal the sun, unveiling the figures of Loya and the others within.

The masses below looked up, gazing at the sacred figure bearing wings upon his back, their faces filled with reverence.

Levitating at the very front, Loya held the greatsword high as boundless light illuminated every direction.

An ethereal, sacred proclamation issued from his lips:

"Humans and Mutants share the same roots and origin, joined as one!"

"I come from the Divine Realm to avert a catastrophe between races."

"Whoever disrupts racial peace shall suffer divine punishment!"

"Denied entry to Heaven!"

"Cast out from Hell!"

"Erased from the mortal realm!"

"You shall endure the torment of raging flames and eternal damnation!"

As the words fell,

a plume of flame burst forth from the "eternal wings" behind Loya, plunging unerringly into Trask, who had long since been restrained by dignitaries of various nations.

Yet it harmed not a single person beside him.

The flames instantly engulfed Trask.

"Aaaargh!!!"

Trask unleashed a bloodcurdling shriek.

At the final moment before his death, under Loya's command, he uttered his final words.

"I am a sinner—O God, I shall atone for my sins for lifetimes to come!"

With those words, Trask collapsed limply to the ground, dead once and for all.

The flames had burned him to death, yet not a single trace of scorching remained on his body.

Seeing such a miraculous spectacle, everyone present felt even greater awe for God's magnificence, majesty, and mercy.

To descend to the mortal realm all the way from the Divine Realm through untold hardships, solely to avert a war.

As for the deceased Trask, he was nailed firmly to the pillar of shame.

Executed personally by God, he was the greatest sinner who incited a racial war!

At the same time, a conviction took deeper root in their hearts: never become a sinner who incited war between races, lest they face eternal damnation!

Having finished all this, the system prompt chime rang out in Loya's ears as expected.

The corners of his lips beneath the mask couldn't help curling upward.

He let out a sigh in his heart: My mission is finally complete!

Chapter 187: System Rewards, and the Suddenly Vanishing Deadpool

Loya was in no hurry to check the system rewards.

Things had reached this stage, but it wasn't completely over yet; there was still one final step to take.

Since he had already played the divine card, he might as well take it all the way. It was a rare opportunity to harvest more faith, which he could use to study the techniques and methods of utilizing faith.

Besides, he had heard a faith-related item mentioned in the system notification.

Thinking of this, Loya immediately used Whispers of the Wind to discreetly ask Charles and the others hovering behind him, "Charles, you should be able to guess part of the plan moving forward. How about the few of you play the role of God's spokespersons, all for the sake of peace between our two races?"

Although he had played the part of an Angel and displayed what the world saw as miracles,

it wouldn't be long after completing this mission before he returned to his original timeline. Even if he wanted to manage the fifty-year gap in between, he wouldn't be able to.

Without systematic promotion and management,

its Mystique might grow over time,

but its influence would only dwindle, naturally bringing in less and less power of faith.

At times like this, he needed to take a page out of the playbook of other religions.

Their enduring presence in the world wasn't just talk—they had an established routine.

Formulate a systematic doctrine to preach, or at least establish a general line of succession.

Combined with miracles witnessed by the world, it would undoubtedly endure and exert a far-reaching influence.

This would not only benefit Loya, but also aid relations between humans and Mutants.

And Charles and his group were the perfect candidates.

Strictly speaking, Charles was the most suitable choice.

Both his abilities and his moral standards made him exceptionally well-suited to be a spokesperson.

Telepathic abilities were practically tailor-made for acting as a divine envoy and conveying God's will.

Furthermore, imagine if someone with lower moral integrity possessed Charles's powers—would the Earth still be intact?

It would have long since become their personal sandbox, where they could do whatever they pleased.

The Purple Man whom Loya had killed was a prime example; his ability hadn't even been that absurd, yet he already acted like the protagonist of a smut manga.

In contrast, Charles was beyond comparison—Purple Mandidn't even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath. In some ways, Charles was practically a saint.

He was undeniably an ideal choice.

In fact, even if he didn't entrust this task to Charles and the others, someone else would likely preach it later on.

But could those people truly be trusted?

Wouldn't they just hoist the divine banner to serve their own selfish interests?

Loya certainly had no desire to become an umbrella protecting wickedness.

After weighing all options, Charles and his companions were indeed the best fit.

Seeing Charles and the others remain silent, Loya suddenly realized and smiled, "You can speak now. The people below can't hear us, nor can they see your expressions clearly."

Only then did Charles speak up: "Of course I am willing. I understand what this means."

With that, he looked at the others.

Erik nodded in agreement as well.

He was no fool; he understood just how massive the impact of Loya's move would be.

By posing as spokespersons, they effectively became beings sanctioned by God.

It granted them a deterrent on par with human nuclear weapons.

Moreover, the Angel Loya portrayed had come in the name of peace.

Not only did the displayed powers defy comprehension, but it also held the moral high ground, leaving zero vulnerabilities on any front.

Logan naturally had no objections, remarking that as long as it didn't interfere with his drinking and smoking, he was fine with it.

As for picking up chicks, Jean's consciousness was still present; he didn't want to die.

Mystique, on the other hand, was utterly bewildered.

Once Jean's consciousness awakened, it had aroused hers as well.

After learning about what had happened earlier, she could no longer make sense of this world at all.

Seriously, who could relate? Having one's body hijacked by someone from the future without realizing it, with zero memory of what transpired in between, only to wake up from a nap...

First, seeing a holy, winged Angel right in front of her.

Then, the target she was supposed to assassinate had been burned to ashes, while two archrivals with fundamentally opposing ideals stood united on the same front, advocating for peaceful coexistence between Mutants and humans.

On top of that, she herself was expected to become some kind of divine spokesperson.

Good heavens, had she just skipped straight to the pinnacle of her life after losing consciousness for a mere two days?

If that was how it worked, she wouldn't mind doing it a few more times!

Mystique naturally agreed as well.

Charles and the others fell silent, but sometimes silence was answer enough.

As for Deadpool's mouth—better leave him out of it; it would be disastrous if he ended up reigniting the war between Mutants and humans.

Beneath his mask, Loya's brows twitched slightly. Under the perception of Minds Eye, Deadpool had lied again.

What in the world was this guy thinking?

The instances of him saying one thing while thinking another were happening more and more often lately.

He didn't dwell on it; now was not the time.

He couldn't keep the people below waiting too long.

Thus, Loya obscured Deadpool's figure and converged the radiant light onto Charles and the other three, making them shimmer brilliantly in the sky.

Immediately afterward, he raised solar judgment in his hand and spoke once more in a sacred proclamation: "These four shall be my spokespersons, capable of communicating directly with me and conveying my will!"

His voice was neither overly loud nor faint, yet it reached the ears of every single person present.

Such a divine marvel filled the eyes of the crowd with even greater awe and reverence.

Having said that, Loya put away solar judgment and pointed his right index finger toward the ground, his voice softening abruptly into one of profound gentleness and compassion.

With the transmutative effect of Merciful Blessing, he could theoretically project any aura he desired.

At this moment, it was the compassion of a god.

"What transpired today ends here. The guilty have met their verdict in blazing fire!"

"All who have borne witness shall receive divine blessing!"

"Mortals, do not disappoint me!"

As his words fell, Loya instantly activated Divine Illumination.

From the tip of his index finger, a dazzling burst of golden light erupted, instantly illuminating the entire square!

It was as though the God of Light had descended!

In the eyes of the onlookers, nothing remained except a brilliant wash of golden holy light.

Yet this time, no one felt any discomfort.

Though dazzling, the light was not blinding. Instead, it imparted an unprecedented warmth, as if one had returned to a mother's embrace.

A moment later, the light faded, and Loya had already vanished along with Deadpool.

Vanishing along with them were the ailments and afflictions of everyone present.

"I... I can stand!"

A youth who had been confined to a wheelchair staggered to his feet, tears streaming down his face as he bowed reverently toward the sky.

"My impotence is cured!"

A haggard middle-aged man cried out in excitement, completely unconcerned with his image.

"The scar on my face is gone!"

A woman long troubled by her appearance wept with joy, gently stroking her smooth cheek.

Everyone who witnessed this peace summit, young or old, male or female, had their sicknesses and pain completely cured beneath the holy light.

For a time, thunderous cheers echoed as everyone praised Loya's mercy and gave thanks for his blessings.

This was a true miracle wrought upon the mortal realm!

Just then, Charles and the other three descended slowly from the sky.

The political dignitaries of various nations, who had been waiting for a long time, hurried forward to meet them.

They knew that no matter what these four had done in the past or what their identities were,

at this very moment, none of that mattered. What mattered was that behind them stood a god!

This was a presence no one could possibly overlook. Perhaps they had simply misunderstood them in the past?

As Charles and the other three shook hands with the state dignitaries, reporters pressed their shutters, capturing the historic moment through their lenses.

This was the moment Mutants officially entered the public eye!

It was also the official beginning of peaceful coexistence between Mutants and humans!

A moment worthy of going down in the annals of history!

And even more, the Day of Divine Descent!

While Charles and the others spoke with the world leaders, Loya had already brought Deadpool back to their pre-arranged hotel.

The moment their feet touched the floor, Deadpool began squawking, "Damn you, Loya, playing it so cool! And with such great acting, too.

That vibe, that aura, those powers—I almost bought that you were a real Angel!"

He gritted his teeth. "The worst part is you didn't include me! If I wore that armor, I'd definitely look way cooler than you."

Loya gave Deadpool a half-smile. "Then why didn't you agree when I asked you to play God's spokesperson? Could it be you think your acting sucks?"

"What do you mean my acting sucks?!" Deadpool's eyes widened, full of indignant defiance. "My acting is Oscar-winning Hollywood material, alright?"

He chuckled mischievously with an ambiguous expression. "Didn't I turn it down for your sake? You wouldn't want me tarnishing the saintly image you worked so hard to build, right? How about that? Ain't I a great bro?"

Loya: "..."

He didn't dwell on the subject, asking instead, "When do we leave? Or rather, when must we leave?"

Deadpool scratched his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "Stopping the assassination was about a day ahead of the original plot, so we should still have about a day left."

He stretched lazily, giving a lewd, sleazy grin. "Just enough time to have some fun around here. The chicks of this era

aren't any worse than the future ones, you know."

Deadpool's eyebrows wiggled as if dancing. "How about it? Interested in coming with me?"

"Not interested," Loya declared with a righteous, dignified expression. "I am an Angel!"

"Tch!" Deadpool curled his lip. "Still in character, huh? If you're not going, I'm heading out. Don't blame me for not inviting you, heh heh heh."

Chuckling twice, he turned and left.

Watching Deadpool's retreating back, Loya shook his head inwardly.

This guy was lying again; he wasn't going out to have fun at all, but just wanted an excuse to slip away on his own.

However, Loya had already attached a wisp of wind to Deadpool, allowing him to monitor Deadpool's every move at any time and pinpoint his location.

He wanted to see what this fellow was really thinking and what on earth he intended to do.

However, once Deadpool reached the ground floor of the hotel, he didn't run far. Instead, he paced back and forth in an alley, his expression conflicted, seemingly struggling to make a decision.

Loya furrowed his brows in confusion, but finding nothing else out of the ordinary, he glanced at the phoenix clothand phoenix constellation, which were still undergoing their transformation.

He then shifted a portion of his attention to the system rewards.

[Quest "Prevent Mystique's Assassination" Completed]

[Rewards: EXP +10,000, Special Item "stasis field device", Special Item "void fishing rod", Ability "Energy Conversion", Dungeon Pass (Campaign Type)]

[Quest "Days of Future Past" Completed]

[Rewards: EXP +5,000, Special Item "faith clay jar", Special Item "angel halo"]

[stasis field device: Inside the field, all motion, energy exchange, and conscious activity come to a complete halt. The target in stasis will not age, die, or perceive the passage of time.]

[Evaluation: Sometimes, living is worse than just being dead.]

[void fishing rod: A fishing rod that can be cast into the void. Depending on the bait used, it may hook various types of items and creatures. (Note: It is recommended to cut the line promptly when hooking certain creatures to avoid being dragged away by the "fish." The line regenerates automatically.)]

[Evaluation: Anglers who frequently return empty-handed, use with extreme caution!!!]

[Energy Conversion: Upon activating this ability, energy generated within the body is temporarily converted into basic attributes at a certain ratio, retaining certain energetic traits and effects. (Energy is restored once deactivated.)]

Evaluation: As you walk further and further down the path of a mage, you walk just as far down the path of a warrior.

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[Dungeon Pass (Campaign Type): Using this pass allows entry into a super campaign dungeon. Completing this campaign yields lavish rewards. (Warning: Challenging this dungeon is currently extremely perilous; choose wisely!)]

[faith clay jar: Stuff soil into the clay pot and imbue it with the power of faith; the soil will transform into Faith Clay.

Crafting statues with this clay allows the user to project their consciousness onto them from any location. Faith will gather upon the statue, enabling the user to channel the power of faith to more conveniently cast various divine arts, with faith consumption varying by effect. [Evaluation: Praying to other gods for a child might not work, but praying to you definitely will.]]

[angel halo: Equipping the angel halo makes you appear as an Angel in the eyes of anyone. Comes with effects such as evil purification, dark resistance, mental ability resistance, and amplification of light-based abilities. Increases favorability among lawful creatures; chaotic evil creatures will regard you as a mortal enemy.]

[Evaluation: With both wings and a halo, how could you not be an Angel?]

Looking at the rewards on the system interface, the corners of Loya's mouth curled up slightly.

His strenuous efforts hadn't been in vain; these rewards were quite impressive.

It was just that some seemed rather useless to him.

For instance, the "stasis field device"—once inside, one couldn't move at all, making it practically useless for him except as an instrument of torture.

Still, people who froze themselves hoping to be thawed out in the future would probably love it.

Loya glanced at the "void fishing rod"; he was quite satisfied with this reward.

As a veteran angler, he was certain he could catch good stuff with this rod.

As for returning empty-handed? Impossible!

He then looked at the ability he had acquired this time, "Energy Conversion."

The system's explanation seemed a bit vague.

In gaming terms, this was "converting magic power into physical strength," and even better than that.

Because it also retained some energy trait effects, like the scorching heat of the Power of the Sun.

To put it in gamer terms, basic attacks dealt bonus magic damage, except one could no longer expend mana to cast spells.

Under certain special circumstances, this ability could work wonders.

For example, when entering another person's dreamscape, where a higher "Intelligence" attribute yielded better effects, this ability could come in handy.

Even in reality, combining this ability with "Absolute Value" was purely a stat-check obliteration.

For abilities tied to basic attributes—such as Armament Haki, Surge of Killing Intent, and Telekinesis—it provided a truly terrifying boost.

Furthermore, there was an exploitable loophole here.

Only internal energy was converted, meaning he couldn't cast spells using his own energy, but external energy was still fair game.

Such as the energy of those Dimensional Demon Gods.

Now he really had to give them plenty of "love."

As for the dungeon pass, Loya ignored it outright; the system had already warned that it was extremely perilous, so naturally he wouldn't go.

Staying alive was what mattered; why try to act tough?

Next was the "faith clay jar."

Loya felt this item might be what he needed most at the moment.

According to the description, it meant he could place faith statues in different regions, or even across different universes.

When people came to pray to him, wouldn't that trigger quests?

Then, by using faith to complete those quests, he'd earn system rewards while harvesting even deeper faith to finish even more quests.

It was truly killing two birds with one stone, an infinite feedback loop.

No, more like getting quest rewards completely for free.

After all, the faith wasn't provided by himself.

The EXP rewarded might not be huge, but every little bit adds up, functioning like daily quests.

It looked like playing an Angel or a deity was something he'd have to do a few more times in the future, allowing his daily quests to branch out across more realms.

He just didn't know whether casting divine arts more easily meant crafting custom divine arts or if there were preset templates.

It seemed that once he returned to the reality timeline, or back to his home universe, he would have to look into it thoroughly; perhaps he could even reverse-engineer the power of faith through it.

As for the last one, the "angel halo."

Loya wouldn't even need to deliberately roleplay an Angel now. Equipping the angel halo made him an Angel outright, making the harvesting of faith that much more convenient.

Plus, it came with multiple auxiliary effects. Among them, the enhancement to light-based abilities could synergize with Divine Illumination.

Life was looking brighter and brighter from here on out.

Just as Loya was delightfully daydreaming about his wonderful future,

the smile on his lips suddenly froze, his pupils constricted, and an expression of utter disbelief broke across his face.

Deadpool, whom he had been keeping tabs on the entire time, had vanished right under his nose!

Chapter 188: Another Deadpool

A bizarre space filled with peculiar portals, shrouded in dense mist.

Every doorway trembled violently, and countless chaotic, clamorous voices echoed throughout the space, unsettling the mind.

Deadpool's eyes widened slightly, the deeply conflicted expression from the alleyway still lingering on his face.

Obviously, he had not yet realized how he had suddenly appeared here, completely dazed.

Moments later, his eyelid twitched. Taking a deep breath, he scanned this bizarre space that only appeared when he traversed different Universes.

Being forcibly brought to this place without choosing to traverse meant that bitch was here!

Only that bastard could do this.

But—he shouldn't be showing up now. Why was he so early?

He wasn't ready yet!

Deadpool felt helpless and sighed inwardly.

Unsurprisingly, this attempt to reverse the future had failed once again.

He had finally encountered someone of his own kind in Loya, someone whose abilities were utterly broken.

He had thought they could figure out a way to deal with that bastard.

Who would have guessed that scumbag would be so devious as to strike early?

After nearly a hundred loops, that jerk had never made a move early, yet this time he had. Why?

Deadpool's eyes flickered, suddenly realizing a few things.

Maybe this was a good thing; at least Loya wouldn't have to take the risk.

From what he understood, Loya didn't possess immortality and couldn't just mess around recklessly; if he died, he was truly dead, which would be a huge pity.

He was different. If he died, he could just restart; it didn't matter at all—at worst, he'd just try again.

At the same time, this made Deadpool thoroughly realize something.

That bastard likely had some method to know his situation in advance.

Otherwise, why would he strike ahead of time?

In that case, his previous idea of separating his own healing factor to set a trap wouldn't work either.

Having Loya help was even more out of the question.

That bastard could replicate abilities with double the power; if they could plan and prepare in advance, there might still be a chance.

After all, they had already forced the other party to act early.

But if the opponent could perceive everything ahead of time, success was simply impossible.

Loya's abilities were already ridiculous enough; if they were copied with double the power, how could anyone compete?

The enemy was also a sneaky schemer, making him even more troublesome.

Truly disgusting!

The more Deadpool thought about it, the angrier he got. He flipped two middle fingers toward the mist and yelled profanities: "Fuck you! You damned bastard, you gutter-dwelling bedbug, you fucking knockoff, crawl out here right now and admire your Deadpool Grandpa's handsome face! You sick pervert with a corpse face!"

Barely a moment after the words fell,

the mist roiled violently. A humanoid fog slowly coalesced, and from within stepped a man in a red-and-black suit.

His face was covered in scars, looking hideous and terrifying.

If anyone familiar with Deadpool were here,

they would discover that this man, in both outfit and appearance, was completely identical to Deadpool.

It was just that Deadpool's face had returned to its original state with Loya's help, while this man's face still bore that disfigured appearance.

Yet upon closer inspection, there were subtle differences.

Deadpool's demeanor was cheeky and trollish, carrying the vibe of a hedonistic prankster.

This man's aura, however, was exceptionally cold, his gaze sharp, resembling a professional assassin or mercenary.

Somewhat like a cold-blooded mercenary version of Deadpool.

Seeing the man appear, Deadpool burst into loud laughter: "Look at that face of yours, looking like a piece of dog shit chewed up by stray dogs! It's so disgusting to look at, people would get nightmares sleeping at night."

After saying that, he smugly pointed at his own face, raising his eyebrows high: "Now take a look at my handsome face. Feeling inferior, you bastard?

Jealous, aren't you? Hahahahaha!"

This man was the very guy who had constantly prevented Deadpool from altering the past and reversing the future.

He called him Evil Deadpool, perhaps a variant of Deadpool.

Every time Deadpool altered the past in an attempt to reverse the future,

this guy would jump out to cause trouble, ensuring the future remained one where Sentinel slaughter all Mutants.

Or even become far worse.

Just like this time, the Sentinel had nearly slaughtered all of Earth, veering completely off the expected track.

He had even caused Dark Phoenix to run off to the past timeline.

Who knew what this jerk was after? This was clearly how the plot was supposed to unfold, so why stop it? Was he out of his mind?

Stopping it was bad enough, but no one was even keeping him in check—how was anyone supposed to live?

Why was it that whenever he went to other timelines to have some fun, someone came to regulate him?

That's so fucking unfair!

What was most outrageous was that this Evil Deadpoolcould copy abilities and amplify them twofold; Deadpoolstood no chance against him no matter what.

He had tried countless times, all ending in failure without exception.

Not only did he fail, but he was also brutally humiliated!

Deadpool had also tried tricking people from other Universes to help.

The result? Still failure.

That ability to replicate others' powers was far too monstrous.

Deadpool wished he could finely mince the guy in front of him into meat sauce and grind his bones to dust just to vent his hatred.

Subjected to such a tirade, Evil Deadpool narrowed his eyes slightly, radiating intense killing intent.

Yet he did not attack. He merely let out a cold snort and spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, as if his vocal cords had been shredded.

"You fool, you actually found quite an impressive helper this time. I can no longer alter the course of the future, nor can I even predict it.

Incredible. Just what kind of guy did you bring along? How could anyone achieve this? No matter what I did in the past, I couldn't affect the subsequent outcome at all. Mutants and humans will achieve peace in the end."

His eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at Deadpool, his tone complicated: "That helper couldn't be gay, could he? Did you sell your ass to hire him to help you? Otherwise, why would he help a piece of trash like you?"

Being called a piece of trash by Evil Deadpool didn't make Deadpool angry. Instead, wild joy spread across his face—he knew very well that the other party wouldn't lie.

"You can't change it anymore? The future was successfully reversed? My goal has been achieved?"

"Hahahahaha!"

He couldn't help laughing wildly toward the sky, his heart filled with unprecedented joy.

Deadpool never expected that he could reverse the future without needing to kill this troublemaking Evil Deadpool.

Could it be that this was also Loya's ability?

A plotline altered under his lead couldn't be meddled with by others? How fucking ridiculous was that?

Or was the impact brought by playing God simply too massive?

Simply unchangeable? Even if someone intervened, they would be disrupted by this influence?

Countless thoughts flashed through Deadpool's mind, completely unable to fathom what the reason was.

But none of that mattered anymore. The goal he had strived toward for nearly a hundred attempts had finally been reached. What should he do now?

Naturally, rub it right in the enemy's face and start gloating!

Deadpool flipped the middle finger at Evil Deadpool, turning his butt toward him and shaking it frantically in the most obnoxious way.

"Wanna know why? Hehehe, I'm not telling you!"

He grinned broadly, taunting fiercely: "Weren't you arrogant? Weren't you so damn tough? Weren't you always stopping me from reversing the future?

Do it now, then! Come on, change the future! Oh, I'm so scared~"

Deadpool turned around, puffed out his chest, and said with utter smugness: "Don't tell me you can't do it anymore? Aww, do you need your big brother Deadpool to go easy on you? My little cutie~ Honestly, I went easy on you in the past, letting you win a few times, and it went right to your head. What a total clown. Hehehe."

Being taunted right to his face by Deadpool, Evil Deadpoolclenched his fists, his usual composure beginning to fray with rage.

Thinking of disappointing the woman he loved most, his expression turned even uglier, gradually contorting into a hideous grimace.

Evil Deadpool practically roared the next words.

"Deadpool, you celebrated too early! I bet that helper you brought along has exceptionally powerful abilities, doesn't he?"

He chuckled sinisterly: "I will find your helper, copy all of his abilities, and after that—"

Evil Deadpool fixed his gaze on Deadpool with a sick, twisted madness: "In front of your wife, I will have your helper rape you first, then have you rape him! Then rape your wife! Finally, I will slash your face to ribbons and sew the two of you together! Wasn't he willing to cross Universes to help you? Then let the two of you stay together forever! Hahahahaha!"

Deadpool's smile instantly froze, and he couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath of cold air.

He had never imagined that this Evil Deadpool, who had constantly disgusted him, would be such a total psycho!

What kind of twisted monster was this to come up with such an outrageously sick idea?

Which dumbass comic editor came up with this Deadpoolvariant? It was way too perverted!

No! He had to run immediately and warn Loya to run as well! Otherwise, something terrible would happen!

Fortunately, although this guy had copied the ability to open Portals, for some reason he could only use it within the Mutant Universe. Even inside this space, he couldn't open a Portal leading anywhere other than the Mutant Universe.

There was still time to get Loya back to his original Universe!

Thinking this, Deadpool turned without hesitation and bolted at full speed toward the Portal leading to the Mutant Universe.

However, the very moment he turned, barely lifting his foot—

Evil Deadpool's figure appeared behind Deadpool like a ghost.

Swish, swish, swish!

A flash of cold light gleamed, and Deadpool's limbs were instantly severed, falling to the ground as blood splattered everywhere.

His remaining torso fell to the ground, thrashing about randomly, while fine granulations of flesh wriggled and sprouted at the wounds, working at full throttle to heal.

Pain of this degree was nothing to Deadpool, but his heart sank to rock bottom.

It was over. This guy was too strong; he was no match for him at all!

If he couldn't warn him, then Loya—

Evil Deadpool slowly crouched down, tapping Deadpool's face with his blade, and spoke languidly: "Though for certain reasons I cannot travel to other Universes like you do, you are simply too weak. Aside from that bit of healing factor, you are completely useless. You even threw away your former skill of slicing bullets with a sword. Truly pathetic."

He stood up, sighing faintly with a teasing tone: "Why do you think you were able to escape in the past to keep reversing the future? I only did it so you would endlessly repeat that attempt to reverse the future. Only then could I offer an unending, perfect gift. Universes like this one are quite rare, after all."

Having said that, Evil Deadpool lowered his head slightly, eager to relish Deadpool's despairing expression.

But when he looked down, he saw only a pool of blood and twitching severed limbs.

"Huh? Where is he?"

Meanwhile, in the outskirts of Paris, in a place shrouded in golden light.

Deadpool's figure abruptly appeared there.

Dazed, he looked around before his gaze finally settled on Loya, who was once again clad in the costume he had worn while impersonating an Angel.

Deadpool was stunned and blurted out, "Loya? Why are you here?"

"Wait, no!" He paused. "How did you bring me here?"

Deadpool could no longer make sense of the situation. By all logic, no one should have been able to use spatial abilities inside that space.

Not to mention whisking him away completely undetected. Yet Loya had actually pulled it off—what kind of maneuver was this?

Looking at Deadpool, who had been turned into a limbless human stick, Loya was also slightly bewildered for a moment. Only a few minutes had passed—how did he end up like this?

Composing himself, he said, "This ability is simple, but that's not the point. Where were you just now? And what happened?"

When Deadpool had suddenly vanished, Loya hadn't used Friend Teleportation to go over.

After all, to take Deadpool away completely unnoticed, the other side was definitely not simple; entering someone else's home turf was too risky, which wasn't his style.

He preferred bringing others to his own home turf to fight.

To be safe, he had equipped various items, headed to the outskirts to draw a Magic Circle, and set up all kinds of countermeasures.

Only then did he use Friend Teleportation to pull Deadpool back.

Seeing Deadpool chopped into a human stick, it seemed the other side was indeed quite dangerous; his preparations had truly been justified.

Prudent!

Deadpool didn't answer. Instead, he said urgently, "Escape, quick! Hurry and run back to your Universe! Any later and it'll be too late! Run! Don't ask questions! Just run! As long as you return to your Universe, that guy won't be able to touch you!"

Loya raised an eyebrow. It seemed the person who sliced Deadpool into a human stick was the source of all of Deadpool's previous abnormalities, perhaps even the root of the changes in this Mutant Universe.

In that case—

He grew even more excited.

Could he actually trigger a boss in the Mutant Universe?

Then he'd have enough EXP to level up to Level 20 and check out the dungeon world.

As for how strong the opponent was, that wasn't within Loya's consideration.

With the "50-50" ability, no matter how strong the opponent was, he could hold out for five minutes; after all, he wouldn't die.

At worst, if he couldn't win, he could just run. Could it hurt to just take a look?

Even Deadpool said the other guy couldn't go to other Universes, so what was there to worry about?

Sometimes one needed caution, but sometimes one had to be bold; otherwise, there would be no bosses to fight.

Besides, looking at the blade wounds on Deadpool, the opponent was clearly still using melee weapons, so what was there to fear?

Loya shook his head, his tone firm and expression sincere: "We're friends. How could I abandon you? Tell me, what's his deal?"

[Deadpool Wade Wilson's Favorability +5. Current Favorability: 85]

Hearing this, Deadpool couldn't help feeling touched. They had only known each other for a few days, yet the guy was so genuinely loyal.

He had really been blind before, suspecting Loya was scheming something, when in reality he was just simply a good person.

Good people shouldn't just die like this!

Seeing Loya's resolute response, Deadpool sighed helplessly and quickly explained, hoping Loya would change his mind once he realized how formidable the foe was.

"Let me put it simply: he is an Evil Deadpool whose ability is copying others' powers and amplifying them twofold.

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Deadpool stared at Loya, continuing to urge him sincerely: "Think about it: if your abilities are copied with double the power, how strong will he become? How could you possibly defeat him? Escape, quickly! I can't die, so I don't care about Death at all. But you can't! Run! The future of this Universe has already changed, so there's no need to worry anymore. Hurry and run! I'll come find you later."

Hearing this, Loya's eyes shone even brighter. With such a formidable ability, he truly was a boss.

To others, this ability might be terrifying, but to Loya, it was utter garbage.

All of his abilities came from the system, and abilities granted by the system could not be copied by any entity.

That power of the opponent's was nothing more than a joke to him.

Thus, Loya spoke quickly, trying to freeload another quest: "Deadpool, you just need to treat me—"

Before he could finish, a raspy voice abruptly rang out within the Magic Circle, cutting off his words.

An evil figure slowly emerged.

"Deadpool? And your helper. So you're here. That was truly effortless to find. Are you ready to enjoy the surprise I have for you?"

Seeing Evil Deadpool appear, Deadpool's expression froze completely: "We're done for—"

Chapter 189: Death Against Death

Hearing the unpleasant voice that suddenly rang out, Loyaslowly raised his head.

Evil Deadpool was staring at them with a playful expression, as if everything was under his control.

The way he looked at Loya was incredibly intense, as if he had just seen some peerless beauty.

He even subconsciously licked the corners of his mouth and swallowed a few times.

Loya felt extremely uncomfortable under that gaze, having the feeling of being targeted by a gay man.

He almost couldn't resist punching this pervert into smithereens.

But for the sake of the mission that hadn't triggered yet, he forcibly held back.

There was no help for it; sometimes for the sake of a mission, one has to endure and let the enemy live for a few more minutes.

However—

But after a moment, Loya's expression turned ugly, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Nothing!

The system actually didn't trigger a BOSS mission!

You have to know that in the past, if an enemy meeting BOSS conditions appeared and he had contact with the BOSS, the system would automatically trigger a BOSS mission very quickly.

But now, this Evil Deadpool didn't trigger it at all.

That could only mean that the guy in front of him didn't meet the BOSS standard, and wasn't even an elite monster.

Loya, somewhat unwillingly, used his ability to sense Evil Deadpool, and his expression became even uglier.

It wasn't because the opponent was too strong and didn't trigger the mission.

Rather—the opponent was simply too weak.

If one were to use Deadpool as a benchmark for combat power, this Evil Deadpool was roughly equivalent to the level of two Deadpools.

It did fit the setting that Deadpool mentioned about the opponent being able to copy abilities twice over.

Other than that, there was nothing else.

But with such a powerful ability, and being in the Mutant Universe, why didn't he go copy the abilities of Mutants? How could he be this weak?

Just the level of two Deadpools?

Not even an elite monster.

What the hell is going on?

What do you take my expectations for?

Huh?

Loya was so angry his face turned black.

He thought Evil Deadpool was a BOSS, but didn't expect him to be just a roadside character.

Could it be that this copying ability has some kind of restriction?

Otherwise, it couldn't explain why he was so weak. Even though Evil Deadpool is a villain, he couldn't be this stupid, right? With so many abilities in front of him, he doesn't copy them?

Seeing Loya's ugly expression, Evil Deadpool thought the other party was scared, so he spoke happily, as if he were bestowing charity: "Don't be afraid. I know you aren't from this Universe. As long as you help me restore my face to its original state, I will let you leave. I guarantee I won't harm a single hair on your head."

"As for Deadpool..." He grinned and sneered, "I will imprison him and use his flesh to raise a pack of obedient pugs. Who told him to ruin my plan."

Hearing this, Deadpool showed no fear. He raised his head, stuck his tongue out at Evil Deadpool, and mocked him with a cheeky grin: "You skinned idiot pug, your plan got ruined, you're anxious, right? Are you about to cry from anxiety? And you want Loya to restore you to your original state? Keep dreaming, you ugly pug."

Seeing Evil Deadpool's expression darken, he increased the intensity: "No, that's not right, you should be a bootlicker. You talk about offering gifts—it makes me laugh to death. Don't tell me you haven't even held the hand of the person you're offering the gifts to? Hahahaha! Bootlicker, bootlicker, you lick until you have nothing left in the end."

While scolding Evil Deadpool, Deadpool secretly gave Loya a wink, meaning for Loya to run away quickly.

It was obviously to divert attention.

Loya turned a blind eye to Deadpool's signals and didn't even care about the request Evil Deadpool made.

He just squatted down and asked Deadpool through gritted teeth: "Do you want to kill that bastard? As long as you say the word, I can help you do it. Trust me."

Hearing this, Deadpool had ten thousand things he wanted to complain about but didn't know where to start.

He had been attracting aggro here for so long; was it all for nothing?

Why is he still thinking about dealing with Evil Deadpoolinstead of running? Does he really think the double copy ability is a joke?

Wasn't Loya so smart before? Why is he so stubborn at a time like this?

It's really pissing this handsome guy off!

Deadpool sighed repeatedly in his heart, really wanting to scold Loya to death.

But seeing the other party's unyielding gaze, he felt strangely touched; for a buddy to go this far was too loyal.

He made up his mind that if Loya were killed, he would go to that Universe, find a way to find that woman, and no matter what, resurrect Loya.

At worst, it would just take a bit more effort and he would be endlessly hunted, it didn't matter.

Since someone else is being this loyal, he couldn't be any less so, right?

Thinking of this, Deadpool's expression immediately became arrogant.

Anyway, it's come to this point, what else is there to care about? Just go for it!

"Alright then, since you've said so, control that bastard for me. I want to personally torture this hateful beast."

[Deadpool has issued a mission to you]

[Mission: Control]

[Objective: Control Evil Deadpool and let Deadpool personally carry out the torture]

[Reward: Experience Points + 1000, Random Item * 1]

Listening to the system prompt in his ears, Loya raised an eyebrow. Fortunately, a mission was triggered, otherwise, it would have been too much of a loss.

What kind of trash is Evil Deadpool? Not interesting at all.

"Enough!"

Just at this moment, Evil Deadpool's expression twisted, and he roared out loud.

He was already unhappy after being scolded by Deadpool, and then he was ignored by this bastard Loya.

These two guys were now chatting unscrupulously, and even discussing how to deal with him right to his face. This was outrageous!

Any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to be this arrogant?

This is intolerable! Evil Deadpool was trembling all over, glaring fiercely at Loya: "I'll give you one last chance. Restore my appearance, or—die!"

Loya tilted his head and smiled, slowly giving him the middle finger: "Idiot!"

"Damn it!"

Evil Deadpool was completely enraged, roaring: "Then go die! Your abilities and your armor will all be mine!"

After speaking, a brilliant white light erupted from his chest, swallowing Loya and Deadpool in an instant.

And then—there was no then.

The light quickly dissipated, and Evil Deadpool no longer had that posture of controlling the whole situation.

Instead, he stood there blankly, his face filled with disbelief.

"How could this be? Where are the abilities? Where are your abilities? Why are there none?"

Evil Deadpool searched desperately within his body, trying to find any trace of abilities, but discovered that apart from Deadpool's previous abilities, everything else was blank. There were absolutely no other abilities.

How is this possible?

Could the other party just be an ordinary person?

With no abilities at all?

No! Impossible!

How could an ordinary person reverse the future, and how could they make the future impossible to change?

This is absolutely impossible!

Evil Deadpool looked at Loya in disbelief and demanded: "What exactly did you do? Why can't I copy your abilities?"

Loya raised his middle finger again: "Ugly freak! Are you retarded? You ask me, and I'll tell you? Guess for yourself."

"I'll guess your mom!!!"

Evil Deadpool's eyes turned blood red, he roared in fury, took the opportunity to raise his blade and leap high, slashing towards Loya, looking as if he wanted to tear Loyainto ten thousand pieces!

Watching the figure approaching at high speed, Loya just smiled slightly, moved his telekinesis, and Evil Deadpoolwas frozen in mid-air, unable to move.

Evil Deadpool struggled a few times to no effect, and could only glare viciously at Loya, the killing intent in his eyes almost overflowing.

Loya casually controlled Evil Deadpool to stand in front of Deadpool and laughed: "Alright, he's controlled. It's your turn to take the stage."

Loya stretched out his hand and cast "Divine Illumination" on Deadpool. The light flashed by, and after a while, Deadpool's limbs rapidly regenerated and were restored to their original state.

Deadpool stood up, stretched his limbs, looked at Evil Deadpool in disbelief, and then stared at Loya, deeply shocked: "Wait, buddy? What did you do? Why couldn't he copy your abilities?"

He had found quite a few helpers before, and they were all countered by Evil Deadpool.

This guy wasn't just simply copying abilities and increasing them by two times; he could even copy the proficiency in using the abilities. It was completely unsolvable.

So many times, without exception, it was like this.

He didn't expect it to fail here with Loya, and that he couldn't even copy the ability.

It's truly incredible.

Loya touched his chin and casually made up a reason: "Actually, it's very simple, because I have an ability called 'Cannot Be Copied by Others'."

Deadpool: "???"

There's such an ability?

Are you sure you're not kidding me?

You should have said you had this ability earlier, then why would I have struggled so much and wasted time?

Loya waved his hand and urged: "Alright, stop with the nonsense. Hurry up and do it. Don't you think it's a waste to spend good time on this bastard?"

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"Hmm————That seems to be the case." Deadpoolnodded thoughtfully, then the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing an excited and perverted smile, looking like he was about to do something bad.

He came in front of Evil Deadpool, drew the long blade from his waist, patted the other's face, and showed a playful smile: "Kid, look at how arrogant you are. I already said I was letting you win earlier, and you still didn't believe me? Are you convinced now?"

Evil Deadpool curled his lips and mocked indifferently: "Go ahead and torture me, I won't die just like you. One day I'll find an opportunity, you better make sure your wife is safe, make sure she doesn't get into a car accident, or get killed in some gang shootout. Hhahahaha!"

He stared at Deadpool with a bantering tone: "Do you think Loya can keep helping you here? Can you even beat me? You good-for-nothing! Trash relying on others' power!"

Deadpool's expression instantly darkened. He didn't care about being insulted, but mentioning his wife was his bottom line!

Absolutely unforgivable!

Even if this wife wasn't the original her.

"I'll let you be arrogant!"

Deadpool went up and delivered a family planning kick.

Snap!

The sound of a cracked egg rang out, and a bloody mist instantly burst from Evil Deadpool's lower body.

"Ohohoh————Uh————Ah————"

Evil Deadpool's face turned pale as he made meaningless groans, in excruciating pain from that kick.

And because he was being controlled by Loya, he couldn't even curl his body up, having to endure it silently.

Having powerful self-healing powers was one thing, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt.

No man could bear this kick.

However, Deadpool wouldn't end the torture so easily. Nearly a hundred times of turning back the future made him hate Evil Deadpool to the bone.

Pfft!

Deadpool stabbed the long blade into the base of Evil Deadpool's thighs, then pulled out a high-power lighter and began burning the long blade directly from below.

Soon the long blade became glowing red.

Because of Evil Deadpool's extremely fast self-healing ability, it wasn't long before his shattered parts grew back.

As for the result, naturally, it unsurprisingly collided with the scalding long blade.

Sizzle~

Sizzle~

A sound resembling roasting meat rang out.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Deadpool! I'm going to————Ahhhh!"

Evil Deadpool was driven half-dead and half-alive by Deadpool's operation, unable to even spit out harsh words, only able to shiver and scream miserably.

Next was Deadpool's one-sided performance. He didn't play with anything else, focusing exclusively on the lower body.

Whenever a certain body part of Evil Deadpoolregenerated, it would touch the scalding long blade and be ruthlessly teppanyaki-grilled.

Deadpool even hummed a song, leisurely pouring chili water on top, and ghost pepper chili water at that.

Who knows where this guy got that stuff, it was truly vicious enough.

Repeating this cycle with all kinds of methods going together, about half an hour passed just like that. Inside the Magic Circle lingered a meaty aroma with a burnt smell, along with near-numb screams.

Loya stood in the distance, grinning and wincing as he watched this scene.

If he hadn't isolated the air flow here in advance, he probably would have vomited.

This was way too vicious; watching it made him instinctively cross his legs, feeling a phantom pain.

"Awesome!"

Deadpool comfortably stretched his back and let out a long whistle, his facial expression couldn't be more joyful.

Being able to deal with an enemy like this once was more satisfying than anything else.

Even though Evil Deadpool was utterly weak all over, he still mocked: "Heh, is this it? You good-for-nothing, you just wait for me, I'll make you regret it."

Deadpool picked his ear with a look of disdain: "You pirated knockoff, do you know that besides death, there are plenty of ways to deal with you."

He smiled very evilly: "For example, taking you to another Universe, then sealing your body with concrete, leaving only your head, and throwing you into a septic tank. Hehehe, how is it, do you like it?"

Hearing this, Evil Deadpool quietly flashed a hint of disdain in his eyes, deliberately provoking: "I'm so, so scared. Then hurry up and do it, I can't wait anymore, you trash relying on others' power! If————"

"There's no need to go through so much trouble." Loyaspoke up, interrupting Evil Deadpool's words, slowly approaching, and casting his gaze toward Deadpool. "It's over, right? Then I'll send him on his way."

Under the insight of Minds Eye, Loya found that Evil Deadpool's emotions were not right, obviously deliberately provoking Deadpool, wanting Deadpool to take him to another Universe, or having some other purpose.

Since that was the case, he couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense and directly sent him on his way.

Resurrection?

What a joke!

"Hhahahaha!" Hearing this, Evil Deadpool burst into laughter. "Alright, come kill me and see whether you kill faster or I resurrect faster."

Deadpool also reminded: "Loya, what he said is right, we can't kill him, we should still use my septic tank ultimate technique, guaranteed to disgust him to death."

Loya shook his head, and solar judgment appeared in his hand.

"Can't kill? My favorites are guys like you who think you're immortal."

Boom!

After speaking, Loya swung solar judgment, splitting Evil Deadpool into ashes with just a single strike.

Resurrection? Have you asked solar judgment's anti-resurrection mechanism?

He put away solar judgment, looked at Deadpool, smiled slightly, and casually made up a line: "I forgot to tell you, I have an ability called targets killed by me cannot be resurrected. So————Evil Deadpool is truly dead."

"Ah?"

Deadpool's eyes widened, and several question marks seemed to pop up above his head.

No way, there's even this kind of ability?

Did you bribe the writer?

A cheat customized for you?

With this kind of ability, how are they supposed to do infinite nesting?

And you still didn't get banned for this?

Although he found it incredible, Deadpool still chose to believe it. After all, they were bros, there was no need to lie to him about this aspect.

Hearing the system prompt ringing in his ear, Loya thought about it and didn't check it immediately, instead saying: "Let's go back first. We're leaving tomorrow, we have to say goodbye to Charles and the others, and I still need to give them a few suggestions. And there are some things you should finally tell me."

After speaking, he gently waved his hand and untied the Magic Circle.

However————at the exact instant the Magic Circle was undone, his expression changed drastically.

I don't know when, but outside the Magic Circle was no longer the outskirts of Paris, but a pitch-black, deep space filled with an aura of death.

The surroundings were frighteningly silent, with only the sound of their breathing.

And standing in front of them was a graceful figure wearing a black robe, whose exposed palms were a pair of pale skeletons.

This appearance————it was Mistress Death of the Mutant Universe!

Loya was dumbfounded, not understanding why Mistress Death was here. Could it be that the Evil Deadpool he had just killed was Mistress Death's man?

Didn't Deadpool say he was a bootlicker?

Was it worth showing up at their door?

Could this be the Marvel version of beating the small ones and having the old ones come out?

Before Loya could figure it out, Mistress Death opposite opened her mouth, her tone carrying a hint of curiosity: "Who are you? Truly interesting. You actually managed to make my man completely die, clearly his death did not receive my permission."

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her arm and made a gesture of covering her nose, looking somewhat disgusted: "Your vitality and that guy's are really alike, disgusting to death, but your ability isn't bad. Any interest in doing something for me? After all, you killed my man."

Saying it was an inquiry, there was actually no room for discussion at all.

Even the system quest hadn't been triggered, so there was obviously a problem. Naturally, Loya wouldn't agree.

He quickly grabbed Deadpool's arm, preparing to run away directly using eye of aurora, but before he could activate the item, an extremely familiar female voice suddenly rang out within this space.

"Disgusting to death? Bitch, are you talking about me?"

As the voice fell.

This pitch-black, deep space instantly filled with light, countless flowers bloomed underfoot, and rich vitality burst forth accordingly, illuminating this space as incomparably brilliant, like an ocean of life. A fragrance belonging to flowers and plants rushed towards them.

The newcomer seemed like a goddess representing life, crushing the authority of this death domain in just a split second.

A graceful figure wearing a green long dress appeared in front of Loya, firmly protecting him behind her.

Loya was more than familiar with this person; it was precisely the strange Mistress Death of the universe he was in, the Mistress Death enthusiastic about life.

She directly faced Mistress Death of the Mutant Universe, sneering: "Bitch, how dare you speak ill of me behind my back? And you still want to snatch my man?"

"You're courting death!"