"WTF?! WTF?! Where the hell is this?!" Deadpool's screams still echoed in the room, like a startled screaming chicken.
He bounced a few times on the floor like a naked shrimp, trying to cover his key areas with his bubbly arms (with little effect). His clear and bright eyes, restored by Chen Tian, scanned the two people in the room in terror—Chen Tian, bathed in blood with eyes sharp as knives, and Stan Lee as OAA, smiling kindly and unfathomably.
However, in this extreme chaos, Deadpool's erratic nerves seemed to suddenly switch to another track.
His exaggerated defensive posture suddenly froze, and then… he quickly relaxed like a deflated balloon.
"Wait…" Deadpool's voice suddenly became calm, even with a hint of sudden realization.
He no longer tried to cover himself; instead, he stood up straight generously, even deliberately puffing out his chest, displaying his flawless, perfectly sculpted body, which Chen Tian had reshaped with the Infinity Stones.
He lowered his head and patted his firm, pale, unblemished abs with satisfaction, making a crisp "pat, pat" sound, then pinched his smooth cheek—which had once been covered with horrifying scars.
"Oh~ babies, you're still so perfect~" He winked at his chest and a certain little guy.
After doing all this, he raised his head again, his clear, almost foolish eyes scanning back and forth between Chen Tian and OAA, filled with pure curiosity and confusion, as if the exaggerated terror from before had never existed.
"Chen Tian? Old Lee?" Deadpool tilted his head, bubbles sliding down his wet hair, his tone innocent and detached, "What kind of performance art are you two… doing? By the way, Old Lee, your new look is great, the sunglasses are cool! And…"
He looked at Chen Tian, pointing to his still-bleeding wound, "Brother, did you just come back from a Halloween zombie party? Your cosplay is pretty realistic!"
Chen Tian: "…"
His eye twitched, ignoring Deadpool's nonsense, and his gaze turned to OAA.
The burning azure starlight deep in his pupils showed strong incomprehension: "The helper you found for me… is him? Wade Wilson?"
He truly couldn't understand.
Admittedly, Deadpool possessed incredible regeneration abilities and nearly mind-polluting verbal attacks, but at this ultimate level involving the very foundation of the multiverse and confronting the creator of the "Box"…
What could he do? Could he smash through the fourth wall with a yellow rubber duck?
"Yes, little one." OAA's gentle smile deepened, with a certainty of "that's how it is."
He elegantly sat back in his high-backed chair, picking up his teacup as if admiring an interesting painting.
"Wade Wilson… this guy, no matter where, is a special existence." He took a sip of tea, his tone profound, "Even in other 'Boxes.'"
These words were like a stone thrown into a still lake, instantly stirring ripples in Chen Tian's mind.
"Box"… other "Boxes"…
A flash of inspiration struck Chen Tian! He suddenly looked at Deadpool, who was still curiously poking his perfect abs with his finger.
That's right! Deadpool!
This cheap-mouthed mercenary, whether in the Marvel main Universe, the movie Universe, or in those wildly imaginative fan-fiction novels, he was always that special existence who could perceive and even break the "fourth wall"!
He could know he was a comic character, talk to readers, and complain about writers! To some extent, he himself was a "BUG" deliberately set by the writer to break narrative rules!
"I understand!" Chen Tian blurted out, a hint of realization flashing in his eyes, "He's a 'fourth wall' expert! He can perceive the existence of the 'script'!"
But then, he frowned again, "But… as far as I know, even in those fan-fiction novels, Wade usually can only see through the fictional nature of 'Marvel' itself. He can be aware of the existence of comics and movies, and even talk to readers/audiences, but he seems… unable to see through the essence of the outer 'Box'? For example, that those novels themselves are actually just stories in another Box?"
Chen Tian pointed out the key.
In those fan-fiction works that gave Deadpool a special perspective, Deadpool could see through "Marvel is fictional," but often couldn't go further to see through "the entire World that carries this novel is also fictional."
He broke the first wall, but couldn't see that there were higher walls beyond it.
Hearing Chen Tian's words, OAA did not directly answer Chen Tian's question.
He merely curved his lips into an even more mysterious smile, leisurely placing the teacup back on the table with a crisp "clink."
"Chen Tian," OAA's voice was gently persuasive, his gaze behind the sunglasses seemingly piercing through time and space, "You might have forgotten… not long ago, I mentioned to you…"
He leaned slightly forward, his tone as if reminding a forgetful child.
"Once… there was also a guy who could vaguely see through the 'fourth wall.' He was very special…"
OAA's words were like a cold key, instantly unlocking a drawer in the depths of Chen Tian's memory that had been forcibly sealed!
The azure starlight in his pupils flickered violently!
That forest! Sokovia!! 1999!! This crazy guy, wrapped in red and black tights!
Appeared suddenly!
More importantly—
"…At a crucial point in fate, he inadvertently revealed to the 'spoiler' of that time…"
OAA's voice continued, every word like a heavy hammer, striking Chen Tian's completely non-existent memory!
"…A seemingly simple sentence that revealed the true essence of this World!"
Chen Tian's breath hitched sharply!
["Uh… what was I going to say?"]
["I don't know either, buddy, what were we just doing? I feel like my brain was stirred into a paste by something, just like when my roommate licked my xxxx, oh right, do you know my roommate? The blind old black woman, she… sob sob sob."]
["Oh right, what did I just say?" Chen Tian turned to ask 2B beside him.]
[2B at this moment seemed to have just been enveloped by some unspeakable force as well; hearing Chen Tian's question, she reacted, "Ah, Master, I… I just seemed to… crash…"]
[Chen Tian rubbed the back of his head, his brows slightly furrowed.]
["Strange… were we just talking about something important?"]
["Master, my system just experienced an anomaly." 2B gently pressed her temple, "It's like the cache was forcibly reset."]
Modified!
Chen Tian suddenly looked up, his face filled with extreme shock and the anger of being toyed with!
He looked incredulously at Deadpool, who was still examining his perfect abs with a bewildered expression, then suddenly turned to OAA, who still wore a gentle smile!
Memory forcibly reset! Conversation erased on the spot! Like wiping chalk from a blackboard! Even 2B, a mechanical life form, was not spared!
"It seems you've thought of it, hahaha." OAA looked at Chen Tian's shocked expression, letting out a joyful laugh, as if watching a magnificent play.
"I also didn't expect that the creator of this 'Box' would choose to leave this plot at that point. At the time, I completely didn't understand why, but now it seems…" OAA's smile took on a deeper meaning, "Perhaps he also wants to have a direct conversation with you? Or rather, wants to see your reaction as a 'variable' when facing the truth?"
"What the actual f**k are you guys talking about?!" Deadpool finally stopped admiring himself, completely bewildered by the serious atmosphere between the two and the words he couldn't understand (Box? Creator? Reset?!).
He scratched his wet hair, bubbles falling everywhere, "What plot did I miss? A sequel script to 'Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe'? Or a parallel Universe's 'Deadpool vs. OAA'? Old Lee, that's not cool, you have a scene with me and you didn't notify me in advance?!" He was completely unaware that he was the key person who had been reset.
Chen Tian ignored Deadpool's rambling.
He forcibly suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart, his gaze burning as he stared at OAA, his voice hoarse with urgency: "So… now! What should I do?!"
OAA's smile instantly vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sharpness!
His eyes, hidden behind the sunglasses, seemed to ignite, and he leaned slightly forward, almost impatiently growling:
"Now?! Now I am standing right in front of you!" He pointed to his chest in the Stan Lee form, "Your 'I Am Stronger' ability! The ultimate power that covers everything, transcends everything, and rewrites reality! Can't it cover my power?!"
OAA's voice rose, full of incitement and a fanaticism bordering on temptation:
"Higher than me! Infinitely stronger than my power! Is that not enough for you to use this purest, most brutal power! To forcibly smash! Smash through that damned 'Box lid'?! Tear it open! Make a hole! Confront that 'bastard' hiding behind it!!!"
This crazy and direct suggestion exploded in Chen Tian's mind like a thunderclap!
Use "I Am Stronger" to directly overwrite OAA's power, and then use that power, infinitely surpassing OAA's, to directly impact the boundaries of the "Box"?!
This idea was simple, crude, and full of the characteristics of Chen Tian's own ability!
Chen Tian's heart pounded, and a brutal urge to destroy, accompanied by hope, ignited instantly!
But the next second, his brows furrowed tightly again, as he looked at Deadpool, who was still trying to mold little ducks out of bubbles: "Then… what's he for?"
Surely not to be a cheerleader or distract the creator with his mouth?
Facing Chen Tian's core question, OAA's fanatical expression instantly subsided, returning to that kind, gentle, and profoundly mysterious smile.
He elegantly sat back in his chair, picking up his teacup, as if the radical who had just incited wall-smashing wasn't him.
With a casual, conversational tone, he lightly tossed out the key:
"Let him help you find the… location that will truly allow you to 'leave' the Box."
"After all, smashing a hole only vents anger or gets the other party's attention. But to truly enter, to sit at that table, and even…"
"…to drag that squatting fellow out for a discussion, you need a 'passage,' a precise 'entry point.' And finding that 'point'…"
His gaze returned to Deadpool, filled with a peculiar expectation.
"…will require our unique 'locksmith' here, who once unconsciously pried at the edge of the 'Box' and still carries the traces of that prying."
Deadpool: "??? Key? Locksmith? Me?! Uh… wait, Old Lee, although I'm really good at picking all kinds of locks, whether they're for banks, safes, or certain… special fetishes…"
He touched his perfect chin, looking innocent and bewildered, "But this kind of 'Box lock' you're talking about, which sounds very high-level… did I pick it in my last life (or the one before that?)? How come I have no recollection of it at all? Did I do it when some bastard author forcibly lowered my intelligence?"
OAA's words were like a spark igniting a fuse, instantly detonating all the resolve and power brewing in Chen Tian's heart!
Chen Tian smiled.
It wasn't the self-mockery of despair from before, nor a mad sneer.
It was a pure smile of sudden enlightenment, casting aside all doubts, and putting all bets on this moment.
He slowly raised his arm, that hand which had once torn apart the Universe's rules, now appearing steady and restrained, as if merely stretching its five fingers casually.
He took a deep breath.
The air in the entire room seemed to be instantly sucked out, the fireplace flames suddenly solidified, no longer flickering, like butterflies pinned in amber.
The fresh scent of pine, the lingering aroma of black tea, the sweet stickiness of bath bubbles on Deadpool… all smells vanished, leaving only an absolute, vacuum-like silence.
Chen Tian's gaze, in that single breath, sharpened to the extreme!
The burning azure starlight deep in his pupils was no longer fire, but had transformed into two cold, constant stars, seemingly capable of piercing through eternal void!
His gaze, like a tangible sharp blade, locked firmly onto OAA.
'I Am Stronger'
This conceptual, unreasonable ultimate power, driven by his will, like a breaking dam of starlight, silently surged to cover the OAA before him—
This supreme administrator who transcended all multiverses, the avatar of the originating will of all stories—surged to cover him!
There was no earth-shattering energy explosion, no terrifying scene of space tearing apart.
Only a deeper, rule-level rewriting was occurring.
Chen Tian's will was the new iron law; his "stronger" covered the very foundational settings of the Universe that OAA represented! Like overlaying the original blueprint with a higher-dimensional design.
He looked at OAA; the gentle Stan Lee image in his eyes was no longer mysterious, but clear as lines on his palm.
The covering process was unsettlingly smooth, without the slightest hindrance.
"Thanks, old man." Chen Tian's voice was surprisingly calm, piercing through the absolute silence, "But, why help me?"
Covered by that power surpassing his own, OAA (Stan Lee)'s smile showed no strain at all; instead, it became more genuine, with a hint of playfulness and… expectation.
He sighed softly.
"I want to see," OAA's tone carried a long, drawn-out emotion, as if spanning countless stories, "if you, this interesting little fellow, can break this 'Box.'"
He spread his hands, his movements still elegant, "After all, constantly being killed and replaced by other 'outsiders' has made the main body, sitting in 'that position,' a bit unhappy too."
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze from behind the sunglasses seeming to pierce through Chen Tian, seeing a deeper, existing helplessness.
"So," OAA's voice took on a hint of slyness, like an old prankster secretly altering a script, "this time, how about changing the ending?" He paused slightly, his tone as if discussing the final chapter of a movie, "A Happy End?"
Chen Tian looked deeply at OAA, as if trying to see through the true intention beneath that benevolent face.
He asked no more questions.
"Good."
One word, heavier than a galaxy!
As this "Good" word left his mouth, Chen Tian's aura began to climb at an inconceivable speed!
It wasn't an expansion of energy, but an essential sublimation of existence!
The feeling was as if he himself was the singularity of the Universe, collapsing, compressing, condensing, transforming towards an unimaginable ultimate form!
The entire cozy living room seemed to groan under his presence, invisible barriers humming.
Deadpool instinctively shrunk his neck, even stopping his bubble-playing. He felt an incomprehensible terror that made all his hairs stand on end.
Climbing! Climbing! Climbing!
Until it reached an invisible threshold, as if it were the Universe's own limit of endurance!
And then—
All the powerful aura, like a receding tide, suddenly vanished without a trace!
Chen Tian stood there, his aura peaceful, like the most ordinary mortal.
Not a single trace of power leaked, not a bit of oppressive might.
But this was by no means a weakening! This was a complete return to simplicity, a supreme state of 'Dao follows nature'!
He felt himself merge with the entire Universe (including this room that defied logic).
He was the rule, he was existence itself. An unprecedented sense of control flowed through every thought.
With a slight movement of his mind.
He saw countless stars appear and disappear at his fingertips.
He felt that with just a casual wave of his hand, he could completely erase an entire Universe from its very source, reducing it to its original nothingness.
He even felt that with just a gentle breath, that breath could transform into an ultimate storm sweeping across the Multiverse, blowing infinite space-time into dust.
When power reached this level, there was no need for deliberate display.
This was... the power that transcended OAA?
Power that surpassed the source of stories?
Chen Tian gently clenched his fist.
No unusual phenomena occurred. No space shattered, no energy rippled. It was just like any ordinary person casually tightening their fingers.
But only he knew that behind this seemingly ordinary action lay an absolute power capable of subverting all established rules and creating or destroying infinite possibilities!
He raised his head, his silver-white hair moving without wind, gently brushing past his eyes, which were as sharp as stars.
His gaze fell upon OAA, containing the will to create heaven and earth within its calmness.
"Old man," Chen Tian's voice was calm and clear, carrying an undeniable decisiveness, "Come on!"
OAA's face showed a smile of gratification and anticipation, as if an artist had finally arrived at the most impactful stroke on the canvas.
He said no more, gracefully stood up, walked around the round table, and headed straight for Deadpool, who was still in a dazed state, trying to shrink himself into a pile of bubbles to reduce his presence.
Deadpool watched the kind and amiable old man walk towards him, and an alarm bell rang in his heart: "Hey! Hey! Old Lee! Let's talk! No touching! My ass isn't wiped yet... Uh?! ! !"
OAA ignored Deadpool's yelling. He slowly extended his right hand towards Deadpool.
That hand, belonging to Stan Lee, marked with the passage of time, underwent a bizarre transformation as it extended!
That palm transformed into a pure stream of information, like moonlight reaching into a calm lake, silently merging into Deadpool's forehead.
The expected screams or struggles did not occur.
No pain, only an... indescribable clarity!
Deadpool's body suddenly stiffened, trembling violently as if electrocuted, then relaxed.
His previously clear to the point of foolishness eyes suddenly became incredibly profound, as if they contained the trajectories of billions of stars!
Countless chaotic, fragmented, and trans-dimensional information shards, like a breaking dam, washed over his reconstructed brain.
Those forcibly erased memory corners, those cognitive fragments twisted by a higher will, now, under the guidance of OAA's supreme information flow, clearly revealed their original patterns, like ancient inscriptions wiped clean of dust!
"Uh... Ah..." Deadpool let out an incomprehensible groan, carrying an extreme, almost morbid excitement!
His mouth uncontrollably stretched into a grin, wider and wider, finally forming an extremely exaggerated, almost ear-splittingly lewd smile!
That smile was mixed with the ecstasy of insight into truth, the dizziness of being overwhelmed by vast information, and some indescribable, ultimate pleasure, as if touching the source of life!
His body leaned back slightly, his whole being seemingly pierced by an invisible current, gently twitching, emitting faint "clucking" sounds. He looked exactly like he had reached some kind of mental X-climax!
Just then, Chen Tian's voice, like a grand bell, pierced through the wildly surging torrent of information in Deadpool's sea of consciousness, exploding deep within his soul:
"Wade! Focus! Help me find that 'point'!"
This voice was like an anchor chain, instantly pinning Deadpool's consciousness, which was about to be swept away by the information vortex!
As if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, Deadpool's twisted, climax-like smile instantly froze, then disappeared like a shattered mask!
He understood!
In a flash of lightning, the fragmented information washing over him, especially about the forgotten and reset conversation in the Sokovia forest, and those crazy ramblings about "the box," "the creator," and "the novel," instantly connected and reassembled like vines finding their main trunk!
It was like... like another him from another Universe, that madman who wielded dual katanas and massacred the entire Marvel editorial office!
That lunatic who completely saw through his own destiny and shattered the fourth wall!
Now, what Chen Tian wanted to do was the same feat!
But what was to be shattered was a higher, more solid, ultimate wall that encompassed the entire "story" itself!
And he, Wade Wilson, was the key to unlocking the lock and finding the weak point!
The grinning, cynical, always rule-breaking Wade Wilson now showed an unprecedented expression—extreme focus!
It was a purity that gathered a lifetime of madness, all perception, and an instinctive desire to "break rules" into a single point!
The billions of stars in his eyes instantly collapsed, condensing into two sharp beams of light that pierced through the void!
His fingers no longer trembled, but rose with extraordinary steadiness, pointing to a seemingly empty, unremarkable corner of the room—where there was only a blurry Shadow cast by the flickering fireplace flames!
"Chen Tian!" Deadpool's voice had never been so clear, so certain, carrying a penetrating power that tore through everything, like pointing to the coordinates of destiny's throat:
"There!"
Chen Tian's gaze, the moment Deadpool's fingertip lifted, had already simultaneously locked onto that direction!
Absolute silence!
No earth-shattering energy fluctuations, no terrifying spatial tearing pressure.
The vast power on Chen Tian's body, capable of extinguishing Universal storms, was now compressed to the extreme, condensed into an imperceptible nothingness!
He simply, calmly, as if warming up, slowly pulled back his right arm.
The movement was simple and unadorned, even carrying a hint of mortal rhythm.
However, the azure starlight that once burned in his eyes had completely extinguished, leaving only the purest, deepest black!
That was not emptiness, but an absolute focus and control like a black hole's event horizon!
Those black pupils, like the heaviest singularity in the Universe, firmly locked onto the position Deadpool pointed to—that seemingly empty corner!
Then, he threw a punch!
The movement was minimalist, and the speed was not beyond the naked eye's ability to track.
It was just an ordinary, unremarkable straight punch, thrown towards that Shadow.
No sound.
No light or Shadow.
No energy ripples spreading.
Not even the slightest fluctuation of air was produced.
It was as if he had just casually waved his arm at the air.
Time solidified at this moment, the fireplace flames froze in their flickering posture, and falling bubbles hovered in the air.
However, just after this silent punch, as if nothing had happened...
The target locked by the punch's trajectory—that corner shrouded by the fireplace Shadow—appeared!
It was not an object appearing out of thin air.
Rather, that space itself, "manifested"!
It was like a perfectly flat, flawless oil painting canvas suddenly being pushed up from within by an invisible force, forming a tiny, almost imperceptible bulge!
Or like an infinitely smooth mirror, where a curvature, a billion times finer than a strand of hair, appeared!
That was not a crack, nor a hole.
That was a... "point."
A purely conceptual "point" where spatial dimensions underwent a fundamental distortion!
An ultimate coordinate leading beyond "the box," pointing to where "the Creator" resided!
A "door" that was jointly anchored and forcibly "manifested" by Chen Tian's extremely condensed, OAA-transcending absolute power, combined with the "traces" Deadpool dug out from his reset memory fragments that had pried at the edge of the box!
It quietly, eerily hovered there, subtly pulsating, emitting an alien sensation that made the entire room (and even the transcendent Universal domain to which the room was anchored) feel "uncomfortable."
It was an existence outside the logic of this "story," a loophole in the rules above rules! It was the only proof of Chen Tian's silent punch acting on the plane of reality!
That "point" hovering in the corner Shadow, emitting an alien sensation—that forcibly manifested conceptual gateway—was like a silent invitation, and also like the entrance to a bottomless trap.
It subtly pulsed, emitting a cold, blank yet subtly containing an unspeakably vast sense of existence. It was the crack leading beyond "the box," directly facing "the Creator."
Chen Tian calmly watched this exit, jointly anchored by him and Deadpool, his eyes as deep as an abyss, without any hesitation or fear. He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on OAA.
OAA's arm, which had transformed into a stream of information, had been withdrawn from Deadpool's forehead, returning to Stan Lee's warm flesh and blood body, marked with the passage of time.
His face still wore that extremely kind and gentle smile, as if the operation just performed was not an invasion of the brain to search for forbidden coordinates, but merely helping a lost child straighten their collar.
Meeting Chen Tian's gaze, behind his sunglasses seemed to be infinite blessings and the expectation of a full-out effort. He gently nodded, and his voice, warm and mild, uttered two words:
"Go on."
No extra admonitions, no cautionary advice.
Only these two words, carrying a sense of settled calm and the quest for ultimate answers.
Chen Tian nodded very slightly—a farewell, a promise, and also an affirmation of his own destiny. Then, he withdrew his gaze, and without the slightest hesitation, stepped into the "point" enveloped by that distorted space!
The moment his figure touched the "door," it seemed to be compressed to an extreme, becoming an incomprehensible stream of light, and yet infinitely stretched, transcending the constraints of space, presenting a visual Paradox.
No earth-shshattering sound, no aftermath of energy explosion.
His existence was like a drop of Water falling into a calm lake, merely rippling out an imperceptible, instantly calming ripple in space, then completely disappearing at the center of that bizarre ripple.
That forcibly manifested spatial distortion point, with Chen Tian's disappearance, healed extremely quickly and silently, like a smoothed-out wrinkle in a painting.
The fireplace Shadow returned to its natural flickering, the corner was once again empty, as if the scene that could have overturned all cognition had never happened.
Only the solidified air and hovering bubbles indicated the trace of time being frozen.
With Chen Tian's disappearance, the gears of time began to turn again.
The fireplace flames flickered, crackling.
The scent of pine, the lingering aroma of black tea, and the sweet stickiness of bubbles once again permeated the air.
The hovering bubbles gracefully fell.
"FxCKING HOLY MxTHERFUxKING SON OF A BITxHING WHxRE ON A CRACKER!!!!!"
Deadpool's earth-shattering scream, mixed with residual extreme excitement and a sense of violation, suddenly erupted!
He sprang up like a spring, frantically scratching his head, his clear and foolish eyes filled with chaos and the roar of "What the FxCK just happened to me?!"
"Old Lee! Old Lee! Grandpa Lee! Ancestor Lee! You! You just! You just put your hand! Into my brain?! Like sticking it into a warm pudding?! Oh My GOD! My brain! It feels... it feels like it's been licked by ten thousand (censored)! And then shoved into a blender full of My Little Pony and quantum physics textbooks, spun at high speed for three days and three nights! And then forcibly shoved back?! And Chen Tian! He went in?! Into that... that 'point' you told me to find?! What the hell is that?! A spatial anus?! What the FxCK did you make me do?! I feel... I feel like I've been used! Forcibly conscripted! My soul's purity has been defiled like never before! You owe me for my mental damages! For the purity of my brain matter! And explain what the FxCK that thing was! NOW! NOW!!!"
He was like a lit human bubble bomb, frantically jumping up and down in front of OAA, every inch of his muscle protesting chaos, anger, and the grievance of being played (and a hint of bizarre mental climax aftertaste?).
OAA, facing this stormy noise pollution and accusation, maintained his gentle and composed smile on his kind Stan Lee face.
He even slowly picked up the cup of black tea (as if it had never disappeared) that had long gone cold on the table, and took a small sip, as if savoring the final scene of this farce.
He looked at the jumping, drenched Deadpool, as if looking at an unreasonable but exceptionally interesting child.
"Oh, Wade," OAA's voice carried a hint of childlike amusement, "Don't get excited. I just helped you... 'clear' your thoughts."
He put down the teacup, and the moment it touched the table, it disappeared silently like a phantom.
OAA's figure also began to blur, its edges flickering with subtle luminescence, like a poorly signaled holographic projection.
"As for Chen Tian," OAA's figure gradually faded in the glow, but the benevolent smile on his face became even clearer, even carrying a hint of Stan Lee's mischievousness, "He went to 'talk' to the guy who put us all in this 'box'...."
Before completely dissipating, OAA winked his characteristic, approachable eyes at the wide-eyed Deadpool, who was about to erupt again, leaving behind a final sentence filled with endless mystery:
"I hope he... has fun."
The moment the words fell, OAA's figure transformed into countless tiny, warm specks of light, like fireflies scattered by the wind, completely dissipating into the air of the once again quiet living room.
"Talk?! Have fun?! FXXXXXXXXXXXXK YOU! Old Lee! You come back and explain yourself! My brain is still singing the 'Frozen' theme song mixed with Nietzsche quotes! And! Who the FxCK is going to hand me a towel?! And pants!!!!"
Deadpool's scream once again echoed in the room, leaving only a perfectly naked man roaring futilely at the air.
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