Deadpool lay sprawled on the cold metal floor of the TVA, like a salted fish electrocuted, the damned stun baton on his butt still sizzling, making him twitch from time to time.
"Ow… my ass…" Deadpool groaned, his voice filled with exaggerated pain, "You perverts… do you know how sensitive that area is?"
Two expressionless TVA Agents dragged him along a long corridor, Deadpool's head bumping against the floor, making thudding sounds.
"Hey! Be gentle! This priceless head of mine contains—thud—the sexiest—thud—brain in the Marvel Universe!"
The Agents ignored him, dragging him directly onto a suspended platform above a monitoring room, and threw him at the feet of a middle-aged man in a suit, like throwing garbage.
The man was elegantly sipping a cup of black tea, his blond hair meticulously combed, and a fake gentle smile on his face.
"Tsk, too rough." He put down his teacup and said in a British accent, "How can you treat our Mr. Wilson like this?"
He wrinkled his nose, his gaze falling on the smoking stun baton on Deadpool's butt, "Quickly, pull that… unsightly baton out."
"Wait! Gently! That place is sacred—OW—!!!"
The stun baton was yanked out, and Deadpool jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, hopping around on the platform, clutching his butt.
"Fuck you! You hypocritical Brit!" Deadpool pointed at the blond man's nose and cursed loudly, his spit almost splashing into the black tea, "Do you know how much that hurt?! And! In front of my dear pajama baby! I! Lost! Face!"
As he cursed, Deadpool suddenly stopped, turned to the air, and raised an eyebrow suggestively: "…But seriously, this sudden shamePlay… hehe, it's quite stimulating."
The blond man—Mr. Paradox—elegantly wiped the sleeve of his suit that had been splashed with black tea, completely ignoring the latter half of Deadpool's words.
"Mr. Wilson." He adjusted his tie, "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Mr. Paradox, one of the new administrators of the TVA. The reason I've invited you here is simple."
He paused, his tone flat: "It's purely because you, you've spent too little time in your native World."
Deadpool tilted his head: "Huh?"
"The 'anchor point' of your World died prematurely." Mr. Paradox took a sip of black tea, "According to the original process, your World would be destroyed on schedule in several millennia. But now…" He put down his teacup, his eyes sharpening, "Because you have been staying in another timeline for a long time, this destruction process has gone a little… awry."
Deadpool's eye mask widened, and he suddenly slapped his thigh: "I get it!" He straightened his back (ignoring the lingering pain in his butt), pointed at Mr. Paradox, his voice strong and clear: "You want me to save my World! Right?! Wow! Multiverse Savior Wade Wilson! This script is so damn awesome! It's definitely going to be a box office hit!"
Mr. Paradox's mouth twitched.
He raised his fist and coughed a few times, "Ahem, Mr. Wilson, I think you've misunderstood."
Deadpool, still immersed in his fantasy of becoming a superhero who saves the World, had his illusion interrupted by Mr. Paradox.
He looked at Mr. Paradox in confusion, "Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? How could there be a misunderstanding? You know, I'm an 'excellent graduate' of the 'Arbitrators', oh!! I know!"
Deadpool hit his right palm with his left fist, looking as if he understood everything, "Are you worried that I can't carry the box office alone? No problem, Chen Tian and I are good friends, how about I bring his whole team?"
Deadpool suddenly turned to the air wall, gesticulating wildly: "Hey! Audience friends! Look at this lineup! Miss 2B from the game, Bayonetta, and Super Saiyan Goku and One-Punch Man Saitama, isn't this crossover explosive enough? If the box office doesn't break 10 billion, I'll livestream eating a stun baton!"
Mr. Paradox stared blankly at Deadpool going crazy at the air, and finally lost his patience: "Enough! Your World is beyond saving, it will definitely be destroyed, no one can save it!"
Deadpool instantly quieted down, his eye mask widening exaggeratedly: "Wait… what did you say?"
Mr. Paradox pointed to the wall behind him, which was made up of countless old televisions. One of the screens was frozen at the moment of Logan's Death—his chest and abdomen pierced by branches, blood staining the dust.
"Do you see it? That Wolverine is the anchor point of your World. He's dead, your World is destined for destruction."
Deadpool stared at the screen, uncharacteristically silent for five seconds.
"It can only be Logan?"
Paradox crossed his arms, raising his chin and nodding.
"No one else?"
Paradox nodded again.
Deadpool fell silent again, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Paradox's arrogant face and the scene of Logan's Death.
Suddenly, he exploded, headbutting Mr. Paradox's nose bridge fiercely.
"Crack!" The sound of a breaking nose bridge was crisp and pleasant.
"Ow! My nose!" Mr. Paradox howled, clutching his profusely bleeding nose.
Deadpool took the opportunity to snatch the tablet Mr. Paradox had placed beside him, his fingers quickly operating: "No one can replace him? Bullshit! I'll go to another World and kidnap a Wolverine back right now!"
An orange-yellow portal opened before him, and Deadpool gave Mr. Paradox, who was writhing in pain, the middle finger: "Watch how Daddy Wade saves the World!"
With that, he performed a graceful backflip into the portal, not forgetting to add a final jab before leaving: "Oh, and your black tea tastes terrible! It's as bad as 'Stargazy Pie'!"
Deadpool's figure, along with the taunt "black tea is trash," completely vanished into the orange-yellow vortex of the portal.
The next second, the portal, like a snuffed-out spark, completely annihilated with a "poof," leaving no trace.
Inside the monitoring room, there was silence—except for Mr. Paradox's heavy breathing, suppressing his furious rage.
He clutched his throbbing, bleeding nose, his meticulously styled blond hair disheveled across his forehead, the front of his expensive suit splattered with nosebleed and the black tea stains from when he had frantically knocked it over.
His carefully cultivated British gentlemanly demeanor was completely gone, leaving only disarray and towering fury.
He could feel the clear fracture and displacement of his nasal bone; every breath brought piercing pain and the rusty smell of blood.
"Ugh… Ah…" A roar, suppressed to the extreme and finally erupting, squeezed out from deep within his throat.
"Wade Wilson!!!" Mr. Paradox suddenly looked up, nosebleed flowing through his fingers to his jaw, staining his clean white collar. His face, originally feigning gentleness, was now twisted and hideous with rage and pain, like a demon that had just crawled out of hell, his eyes burning with a flame that wished to grind someone to dust, "You incorrigible, shameless, filthy, depraved red-skinned lunatic!!!"
Like a wounded Beast, he staggered to where Deadpool had disappeared, futilely waving his fists as if to tear the air apart.
"My nose! My plan!" He then remembered the crucial device that had been snatched, which was part of the administrative authority!
"Action!!! All units, highest level Red Alert!!!" Mr. Paradox shrieked into the broadcast system in the corner of the room, his voice hoarse and distorted, completely losing its previous false elegance, "Get that pervert in the red briefs! Now! Immediately! Bring him back! At any cost!!! I'll roast him in the Time Loom for ten thousand years!!!"
A piercing, ear-splitting alarm instantly blared throughout the entire TVA headquarters!
The cold white light was replaced by flashing red light, and the entire space was filled with the tense atmosphere of war mobilization.
CRASH!
The door of the monitoring room was violently pushed open!
Teams of fully armed TVA Agents poured onto the platform like a black tide.
Each of them wore full-body heavy energy armor, wielding more menacing time weapons with glowing blue muzzles and powerful particle-binding net launchers.
Their steps were uniform, their faces beneath their helmets grim, devoid of any emotion.
"Target: Wade Wilson!" Mr. Paradox pointed at the massive old television wall, where screens were frantically refreshing data streams, attempting to track the energy residue of Deadpool's portal.
"He has violated core rules! Attempting to kidnap a replacement anchor point! Lock coordinates on all possible timeline nodes leading to 'Wolverine' anomalies! Especially the timelines adjacent to his native World! Dig three feet deep if you have to, but dig him out!"
"Understood, Mr. Paradox!" The armored Commander at the front spoke, his voice like grinding metal, cold and merciless.
"Bring him back alive! I want to personally…" Mr. Paradox clutched his nose, his facial muscles twitching with anger, "…make him regret ever being born!" He stared at the wall where Deadpool had just pointed at the "crossover collaboration" list (Miss 2B, Bayonetta, Goku, Saitama), his eyes terribly sinister, "And that damn 'Arbitrators'… if they dare interfere, crush them too!"
Large numbers of heavily armored Agents, like arrows released from a bow, rushed towards the TVA's internal spatial dispatch hub, the heavy sounds of their footsteps and clashing armor merging into a suffocating torrent.
More Agents, under the dispatchers' commands, rushed into instantly opening orange portals, their targets the various timeline nodes where Deadpool might have escaped.
Mr. Paradox stood in place, his chest heaving violently, nosebleed still dripping onto the metal floor.
The sense of control he had before was gone from his eyes, replaced only by the furious rage of being humiliated and boundless killing intent, his gaze fixed on the spot where Deadpool had disappeared.
"Wade Wilson… you can't escape…" He wiped the blood from his face, his smile twisted and cruel, "Your World is destined for destruction, and you… will watch your World be destroyed with your own eyes!!"
Mr. Paradox's twisted declaration still echoed in the cold air, the sound of dripping nosebleed clearly audible between the alarm's intervals.
His face, contorted with rage and pain, was directed at the empty space where Deadpool had vanished, his eyes burning with the mad flame of revenge.
However, in the very next heartbeat—
A chillingly calm voice, like a steel needle, pierced through the ear-splitting alarm and Paradox's own heavy breathing, precisely sounding behind him:
"Did you just say you wanted to crush the Arbitrators?"
Mr. Paradox's blood seemed to instantly congeal.
The towering rage was instantly doused by an icy chill, leaving only bone-deep fear that frantically surged up his spine.
He suddenly shivered. The voice wasn't through a broadcast, nor from a communicator, but clearly, like a whisper, right behind him, less than three meters away!
He turned his head with extreme difficulty, like a rusty robot, his neck creaking.
His pupils, in the next second, suddenly constricted to pinpricks!
On the highest main seat of the central control console, which had been empty moments before, a figure was now steadily seated.
Chen Tian.
His casual attire looked somewhat out of place under the TVA's lights.
One leg was casually bent and propped on the edge of the control panel, which was flickering with complex data, while the other leg hung naturally, his posture as relaxed as if he were sitting on his living room sofa.
The only thing that formed a fatal contrast to this casualness was the corner of his mouth visible beneath his eye mask—the slight curve held no warmth, only an indifference of looking down on ants and a cold mockery.
When did he come in? How did he get in? Where were the heavy armored troops outside? The alarm system? All the defensive protocols?!
Mr. Paradox's mind went blank, leaving only an incomprehensible, immense terror.
"You… you…" Mr. Paradox's throat gurgled, trying to squeeze out a few words, to question, threaten, or merely beg for mercy?
He didn't know.
Chen Tian didn't even give him a chance to formulate his words.
"Ugh!" Paradox felt an irresistible, terrifying repulsive force descend upon him, as if the entire Universe was pressing down!
It was like space itself was strongly repelling his existence!
Like a fly mercilessly squashed by a giant hand, he was slammed "bang" onto the smooth, cold metal floor, pressed down tightly, prostrate!
His cheek pressed against the ground, the excruciating pain from his broken nose made his vision blur, and his carefully styled hair was disheveled, sticking to his nosebleed and cold sweat.
He couldn't move a single finger, only panting heavily, each inhale carrying the scent of blood and the cold metallic tang of the floor, his lungs aching from being squeezed.
His expensive suit was utterly ruined, a complete mess.
Heavy footsteps sounded, neither fast nor slow.
Chen Tian effortlessly leaped down from the control console, his boots tapping the metal floor with crisp, rhythmic "clack, clack" sounds.
He slowly walked and stopped in front of Paradox, who was pressed firmly to the ground.
A Shadow fell over him.
Paradox, using all his strength, could only barely glimpse Chen Tian's boot tip, less than ten centimeters from his nose, with his bloodshot peripheral vision.
Then, Chen Tian bent down slightly.
His movements were elegant, yet carried a suffocating sense of oppression.
He tilted his head, leaning his ear closer to Paradox, as if listening to a friend's whisper in a bar.
However, every word that came out of his mouth carried a chill that could freeze the soul:
"It's been a long time since I heard anyone dare to speak like that."
His voice remained calm, even with a hint of playful inquiry.
"You…"
"…say that again?"
The harsh alarm seemed to be isolated in another dimension; the entire monitoring room was left with only Paradox's dying, heavy gasps, and the frantic drumming of his heart in his chest, almost bursting.
The invisible repulsive force did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it was like a cold iron hoop, tightening more and more, even his thoughts were squeezed to the point of near stagnation.
Paradox opened his mouth, but only meaningless "hoarse" sounds came from his throat, fear entwining every inch of his nerves like a poisonous vine.
Chen Tian just stood there, quietly, looking down, tilting his ear "waiting," the air permeated with the scent of despair and blood, cold and bone-chilling.
Chen Tian maintained the posture of tilting his ear "waiting" for a few seconds.
The monitoring room was silent, with only Paradox's chattering teeth and his own heavy, blood-flecked gasps echoing. He tried with all his might, but couldn't squeeze out a complete syllable under that Universe-level repulsive force. Fear choked his throat, shattering any thought of trying to argue.
The cold smile on Chen Tian's lips deepened, carrying a hint of knowing disinterest. He slowly straightened up, no longer looking at Paradox, who was like a pile of mud on the ground, his gaze casually sweeping across the monitoring room platform.
His gaze fell on a young Black woman in the corner, dressed in a suit, wearing glasses, and with a face as pale as paper—that was Paradox's assistant.
The assistant shivered all over when his gaze swept over her, nearly collapsing to the ground in fright.
"You," Chen Tian's voice was calm and unruffled, "bring me a chair."
The assistant jolted as if electrocuted, frantically pulling over a metal-backed chair—the very one Paradox had been sitting on while leisurely sipping tea before Deadpool's arrival.
She dragged the chair to Chen Tian's side, holding the back of it with both hands, so nervous that her forehead was covered in sweat.
"Thank you." Chen Tian nodded slightly, his tone so polite it was chilling.
He sat down steadily.
Then, under the assistant's terrified gaze, Chen Tian casually crossed his legs.
His boot, so naturally and casually, extended forward and rested firmly on the back of Paradox's head, who was lying prostrate on the ground!
The cold sensation of the boot combined with the stickiness of his own nosebleed on the floor made Paradox tremble violently, and a sense of humiliation and unspeakable fear instantly overwhelmed him.
He felt like an insect pinned to a specimen board.
Chen Tian leaned back comfortably in the chair, one hand casually resting on the armrest, his posture relaxed.
"Originally," he began, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching Paradox's ears, "I was just here to watch the show."
He paused, his foot lightly grinding on the back of Paradox's head, who let out a suppressed groan of pain.
"After all, the destruction thousands of years later, I know," Chen Tian's tone carried an air of indifference, "Deadpool wouldn't care. By that time, all the friends and loved ones he cared about in his World would have long returned to dust, dead beyond dead. An empty World without them, if it's destroyed, then it's destroyed."
"And you," Chen Tian's gaze dropped, his boot pressing down, pushing Paradox's face deeper into his own bloodstains, "want to use that so-called 'Time Controller' to prematurely detonate that World, as your 'achievement' for a promotion and raise…" He chuckled softly, with a hint of mockery, "I don't care either. After all, it's not my World. Your internal TVA mess, I'm too lazy to bother with."
The air solidified.
Paradox listened to Chen Tian's words, which pierced through everything, like God looking down on the mortal World, and his heart felt as if it had been pierced by an ice pick!
How could he know?! This was a plan known to very few people!
"But," Chen Tian's voice suddenly turned cold, and the air seemed to freeze. He uncrossed his legs, leaning forward slightly, the foot on Paradox's head applying an even clearer, incredibly cold pressure.
He spoke very slowly, each word like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely onto Paradox's rapidly collapsing nerves:
"Why, did you, of all things…"
The force from his foot suddenly increased!
"Have to, say…"
Paradox felt his skull seemed to let out a groan of unbearable pressure!
"Crush…"
A cold killing intent, like a tangible blade, pressed tightly against his skin!
"The Arbitrators…"
"…huh?"
The last word fell, like a Death knell.
Paradox, lying on the ground, his sole remaining eye, not pressed into the ground, widened to the point of nearly bursting from extreme fear and incomprehension! He finally found a gap to breathe, and with his last ounce of strength, squeezed out a few broken syllables from deep in his throat: "Guards… why…"
He couldn't understand! Why! Why hadn't the TVA's heavily armed guard force arrived yet! Why was the alarm still ringing! Why didn't even that bunch of useless people under the platform go out to find the guard team!!
How did Chen Tian manage to make the entire TVA's defenses useless?!
Chen Tian seemed to have been waiting for this question from him.
The foot on his head, the sole of the boot, elegantly and slowly ground down.
"Heh," Chen Tian let out a cold snort of unknown meaning, with a hint of knowing disinterest, "You're waiting for, guards?"
"They won't come, because Kang knows I'm here."
"Do you know why Kang knows I'm here and doesn't even dare to send guards?"
"Because, he's afraid of me."
Chen Tian chuckled, looking disdainfully at Paradox beneath his foot, "Are you afraid of me?"
Chen Tian's voice was like an ice pick, directly piercing through Paradox's last shred of hope.
The sensation of the boot sole grinding on Paradox's shattered nasal bone and the back of his head, combined with the oppressive feeling of absolute control, made Paradox feel as if his soul was being frozen and crushed.
He could clearly feel his skull groaning, and the smell of blood and icy fear filled his entire senses.
He wanted to scream, to argue, to beg for mercy, to invoke the authority of the TVA or even the prestige of Kang…
But all words were firmly blocked in his throat by that repulsive force, leaving only broken gasps and the frantic chattering of his teeth.
His only remaining eyes, not completely pressed to the floor, were bloodshot, and his pupils were dilated and unfocused from extreme fear.
Just at this suffocating moment of despair—
"Screech—!"
A sharp, piercing sound of energy tearing, carrying a strong smell of cheap whiskey and body odor, suddenly exploded in the center of the monitoring room!
An orange-yellow portal violently opened.
"Bang! Thud!"
A muscular figure, wearing a tattered yellow tight-fitting uniform but drunk like a puddle of mud, was roughly thrown out of the portal like a heavy sack, falling heavily onto the cold metal floor and rolling twice.
"Ugh… who… who the hell… dares to touch me… hiccup…" Logan lay on the ground, mumbling curses, his thick beard still stained with alcohol.
Immediately after, Deadpool, hands on his hips, strutted out of the portal with exaggerated movements, as if he had just won an Oscar for Best Actor.
"Ta-da!" Deadpool bellowed at the top of his lungs, his voice exceptionally loud in the silent room, "Look who brought the anchor point! Surprise? Unexpected? Don't you want to kneel and call Wade Daddy a thousand… years… of… life…"
His line got stuck.
Deadpool's eyes, covered by his mask, were fixed on the highly impactful scene on the platform:
Paradox lay on the ground like a dead dog, his expensive suit stained with blood and dirt, his body twitching uncontrollably.
And the person sitting high on the chair, with one foot casually resting on Paradox's disheveled head…
It was Chen Tian.
The man whose aura was so powerful it seemed to freeze the entire space.
Deadpool maintained his victorious pose, hands on hips and chest out, his mouth still in an O-shape from shouting "thousand."
Chen Tian slightly tilted his head, his gaze from under the eye patch calmly swept over, falling on Deadpool. He didn't even remove his foot from Paradox's head.
"Thud!"
Deadpool, with lightning speed, without hesitation, slammed his knees hard onto the metal floor!
The force was so great that it made one wonder if his kneecaps had shattered (though, of course, they would regenerate).
Using the momentum, he slid several meters across the smooth floor like a red and black-clad torpedo, "whoosh," and precisely hugged Chen Tian's leg that was stepping on Paradox's head!
"Daddy Chen Tian—!!!"
A heartbreaking, wronged, and sickeningly sweet cry echoed through the monitoring room, the vocal imitation so vivid it sounded exactly like an eight-year-old girl whose lollipop had been snatched away.
"He bullied me!!! Wuwuwu!!! It's this old British pervert!"
Deadpool buried his face in Chen Tian's boot (ignoring the possible blood and dirt from Paradox on it), pointing a finger at Paradox, who was like mud on the ground, crying out melodramatically, "He poked my butt with a taser! And had people drag me around and hit my head! Said my World was going to be destroyed! And wouldn't let me save anyone! And called me a red-skinned lunatic! He even called you a piece of crap! Said he wanted to crush the Arbitrators! Wuwuwu… Daddy, you have to do justice for me!!"
He rattled off Paradox's "crimes" in one breath, crying and rubbing his face against Chen Tian's boot, as if it were his only reliance and warmth in the World.
In the monitoring room, only Deadpool's exaggerated wails echoed.
Paradox, lying on the ground, twitched even more violently, whether from extreme pain, humiliation, or being infuriated by Deadpool's inflammatory accusations.
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