American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 203 Deadpool! Deadpool! The Tragedy of Odin!

The gale swirled up dust and energy fragments from the end of time.

The wind ruffled Sylvie's slightly disheveled blond hair. She stood alone, gazing in the direction where Ian and Elios had disappeared, her face filled with immense bewilderment and a profound sense of powerlessness.

What had just happened was so absurd that her brain needed time to reboot. The time monster, Elios, ignored her, who was clearly "nutritious" "food," and like a giant tadpole that had recognized its mother, chased after a madman who was yelling and binding strange legs to himself.

Is this really reality?
Or did Loki orchestrate another extremely malicious illusionary joke for her?

“He was so weak… he certainly wouldn’t have that kind of perverse sense of humor, right?” Sylvie tried to calm herself, calling out to Loki, who sat at the heart of the story and held together the one and only universe, deep within her consciousness. She needed answers, guidance, and confirmation that this wasn’t a nightmare.

However, Sylvie's consciousness sank to the bottom of the sea, without causing a ripple.

That area, which should have been able to sense a faint connection, was now only filled with deathly silence and... an indescribable sense of weakness.

Loki did not respond.

Sylvie's heart sank. This had never happened before. Even as Loki's power dwindled and the burden of maintaining the universe weighed heavily on him, he would always spare a sliver of his will to stay connected with her. This complete silence now meant only one thing.

The other party's condition is deteriorating rapidly.

They may not even have the energy to maintain the most basic communication.

Worry coiled around her heart like cold vines, but a surge of intense anger also welled up within her. It was anger at Ultron and this unexpectedly desperate situation, as well as anger at that inexplicable and seemingly unreliable "key man," Ian Kent.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! I'm warning you! If you come any closer, I'll... I'll unleash my brother to bite you! My brother is super fierce!"

In the distance, Ian's somewhat veiled, angry rebuke could still be faintly heard.

A panicked voice echoed through the ruins.

"Could this guy really be some kind of savior?"

"Has Loki been sitting on the throne of time for too long, and his brain has been damaged by those withered veins? With a savior like this, let alone fighting Ultron and restarting the multiverse, it's questionable whether that guy can even survive to this day!" Sylvie expressed deep doubts about Ian's identity and abilities.

She felt her future was bleak and she had no sense of security whatsoever.

Of course, unlike most fairy-like girls and boys, a lack of security wouldn't make Sylvie hysterical. Despite being filled with doubt and distrust, Sylvie took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down—she didn't trust Ian, but she trusted Loki.

Loki must have had his reasons for using his last strength to send himself back to the mortal realm and guide himself to Ian. She had to find a way to save that madman—at least, to figure out why Helios was so "fond" of him, and what his connection was to Galactus.

"If I manage to survive this hard-working life, you should really give me a good retirement package," Sylvie complained to Loki from afar.

Just as Sylvie made up her mind to chase after the direction where Ian had disappeared, a very unstable fluctuation, like shattering glass, suddenly came from the space not far from her!
Om-!
A spatial rift, flashing with orange-red sparks, was forcibly torn open, and chaotic energy spilled out from it.

"who!"

Sylvie's internal alarm bells were ringing!
Due to the aftereffects of her childhood experience with the endless pursuit in TVA, she also suffers from mental illness and paranoia. Her mental state barely meets the entry requirements for the new Justice League. In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through her mind—Did Ultron discover her? Did he send a new Time Guardian?
Or something even more terrifying, a time executor modified by Ultron?
“The opponent is Ultron, so I can’t be too careful… Damn it, I don’t have much power left to use.” Sylvie almost instinctively leaped backward, her figure quickly blending into the shadow of a pile of twisted spaceship wreckage beside her, while magical energy quietly gathered in her hands.

She was prepared to fight to the death.

The atmosphere was very tense.

Sivir stared intently at the distorted space.

Time passed by minute by minute.

She saw figures surging within, and was prepared to face a terrifying enemy. However, what stumbled out of the spatial rift was not the cold creation of Ultron that she had expected.

I saw.

The first to step forward was a sorcerer wearing a blue cloak of levitation, the Eye of Agamotto, and with a somewhat pale face—Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange.

He looked somewhat tired, but his eyes remained sharp as he frowned and examined a metal ring on his hand with an extremely futuristic design that was completely unlike a traditional suspension ring.

Following behind him was a little girl who looked to be only ten years old, carrying a metal "treasure chest" almost half her height. The girl had brown hair, and her eyes were full of curiosity and a composure beyond her years. Sylvie recognized her—Morgan Stark, Tony Stark's daughter.

"Is this okay?"

Doctor Strange stared at the futuristic ring on his hand, his voice filled with disbelief, "This thing can actually be used for interdimensional location jumps?"

"This energy conduction principle completely violates the fundamental laws of magic in Kamar-Taj!" Although he was a proper doctor, he had long since developed a magical mind, so he was still extremely incredulous and shocked by the fact that science could intervene in the application of magic.

Well, it's obvious this guy hasn't seen Tom Holland's Spider-Man. If Piggy Hero can use a high-tech suit, then it's not surprising that the Sorcerer Supreme uses a high-tech ring.

"hey-hey."

Morgan patted the box he was holding, with a "I told you so" look on his face: "Doctor, I already told you, you can find anything in the treasure chest my father left me!"

"It's just an enhanced version of the Sling Ring!" The young heiress seemed to admire her father greatly, and her words made no attempt to hide her unwavering belief in Tony Stark's omnipotence.

"Your father is definitely a dimensional daemon," Doctor Strange said decisively, his tone complex. He didn't know the Tony Stark that Ian and Morgan knew, so it was appropriate for him to feel both wary and admiring that Tony Stark could leave behind such a creation beyond common sense after his death.

This is the standard member of the new Justice League. Because they were persecuted by the first dimensional demon in the universe, they would curse the dimensional demon when they saw things they didn't understand.

The other members all thought his way of cursing was very vulgar.

“Your dad is the dimensional demon! Your whole family are dimensional demons!” Little Morgan knew this wasn’t a nice term, so he used the temper he inherited from Pepper Potts to confront Doctor Strange.

Doctor Strange had no intention of arguing with a child. He looked up, his eyes filled with confusion as he surveyed the endless ruins around him.

"Where is this? It doesn't feel like an inhabited planet or dimension." Doctor Strange traced the space with his fingers, trying to read information about this space.

His weak magic left him with nothing.

At this point, we still have to rely on Stark Technology. Morgan put down the box, quickly opened it, took out an ultra-thin tablet computer, and skillfully connected it to the sci-fi ring on Dr. Qiu's finger. His little fingers flew across the screen as he said, "Let me read the coordinates and historical data."

"Hmm... the loading information says this is... the end of time." Morgan Stark knows more about many cosmic secrets than most superheroes.

When it comes to the person with the most knowledge and understanding of the Marvel Universe, it's not Gwen, but rather the second Stark, whose memories and thoughts have never been altered.

She comes from the old era that Ian knows, and remembers everything from that era.

"The end of time?" Doctor Strange frowned even more. He used a poker face to cover up his ignorance. After all, when he met Morgan Anthony in the zombie universe, Morgan Anthony was the first person to recognize his talent and think he was very knowledgeable. So even though he was confused, he chose to keep quiet.

"How did Thor and the others end up in a place like this?" Doctor Strange no longer hesitated, quickly forming hand seals and beginning to cast spells to locate Thor's presence.

Since embarking on the path of developing his own magic, his magical skill level and the variety of magic he possesses have increased dramatically. Most people are unaware that behind the self-developed label lies the magic hidden in "Ian's Magic Book".

The detection magic was spreading in all directions, and Doctor Strange knew that being able to find useful magic among Ian's spells was certainly a skill in itself.

About thirty seconds later.

Doctor Strange's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Over there! The energy reaction is very weak!" With that, he lifted his cloak and soared into the air, flying rapidly in the direction he had detected.

"Wait for me, Doctor!" Little Morgan called out, pressing her small hand on a reactor-shaped necklace on her chest. Instantly, nanobots flowed over her entire body like water, forming a small but seemingly fully functional gold and red armor—clearly inheriting her father's style.

"Wait for me!" Morgan Stark slung the heavy treasure chest over his shoulder, his foot and hand thrusters emitting flames as he steadily caught up with Doctor Strange.

The two quickly drove away, disappearing behind a huge pile of wreckage.

Only after they had completely disappeared did Sylvie cautiously emerge from the shadows of the ruins, her emerald eyes filled with even greater confusion.

Doctor Strange and Morgan Stark? How did they end up at the end of time? Are they here to see Thor? And what's Thor doing here?

Everything seemed to be different from what she and Loki had anticipated.

One unexpected event after another occurred, and things spiraled completely out of control.

"This is completely unlike what we agreed on!" Ervie tried again to connect with Loki in his mind, calling out anxiously, "Loki, can you hear me? Answer me!"

Although she was in a real hurry, if being in a hurry worked, no one would advise others not to rush. Silence remained. Only the green vein that sustained the unique universe persisted.

only.

This connection seemed to have dimmed slightly in her perception.

"Damn it!"

A sense of despair washed over me again.

But Sylvie knew she couldn't give up.

Suddenly, she remembered that Doctor Strange seemed to have had an inconspicuous little bottle hanging from his waist, and it looked like... it contained something? A small, constantly changing shape... Loki variant?
"The original Loki soul of this universe." Sylvie seemed to have thought of something, and a bold and adventurous plan instantly took shape in her mind.

Loki was unable to respond.

With Ultron's threat looming and Ian, that madman, chased by the Time Monster and nowhere to be found... perhaps she could try a different approach. Doctor Strange is the Sorcerer Supreme on Earth, possessing powerful magic and knowledge of multiple dimensions; maybe... he could offer assistance?
At least it can be a useful... bargaining chip.

As for the Loki variant in the bottle… a complex glint flashed in Sylvie’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a resolute look.

“Perhaps, I can use him…” she murmured to herself, her voice icy. “I can only apologize in advance, but necessary sacrifices… are always worthwhile.”

For the ultimate goal, for the possible hope, she was willing to bear any sin.

Having made up her mind, Sylvie's figure once again blended into the shadows, like a green ghost, silently following the direction in which Doctor Strange and Morgan Stark had gone.

Her plans have changed.

Sylvie moved swiftly through the endless, garbage-strewn ruins at the end of time, trailing far behind Doctor Strange and Morgan Stuart. Her exceptional stealth skills, coupled with her intimate familiarity with such environments, prevented her from being detected by the two ahead.

Following the two through a maze of twists and turns, she found that they finally stopped in a relatively open area. On the ground there was a very inconspicuous, messy area.

A vortex, seemingly composed of pure air currents, appeared on the open ground, constantly twisting and spinning. It was silent and easily overlooked as part of the turbulent energy flow at the end of time unless observed closely. Then, Morgan pulled out what looked like a multi-functional environmental analyzer from her treasure chest.

"Let me see if this thing is really a portal." The little scientist cautiously approached the vortex of air and began scanning.

The data on the screen was jumping around rapidly.

"It's good that he has such vigilance at such a young age."

Doctor Strange made a compliment.

“Of course, after all, I’m a zombie hunter.” Morgan smugly replied, then looked up to report to Doctor Strange, “Energy stable, spatial coordinates locked… a certain area inside TVA.”

"Theoretically, going through it won't tear a person to pieces, Doctor," Morgan said, putting away his instruments and stating his highly scientific assessment to Doctor Strange.

That truly contained absolutely no element of magic.

Doctor Strange still seemed somewhat hesitant, after all, using such a technological creation that completely defied the principles of magic for interdimensional teleportation was truly challenging the limits of his understanding.

But thinking of Thor's disappearance and the potential crises, he nodded.

"For my brothers!"

"Stay close to me, little guy."

He gave a word of advice, then took a deep breath. His magic cloak billowed as he stepped into the vortex of air, his figure instantly swallowed by the distorted light.

Without the slightest hesitation, Morgan slung her treasure chest over her shoulder, activated the basic protection of her armor, and jumped inside.

Sylvie watched breathlessly from behind the distant ruins. As the two disappeared, she didn't hesitate. Her figure moved like lightning, and she suddenly plunged into the vortex of air just as it was about to calm down! A brief dizzying sensation and a feeling of spatial compression came over her, but the intensity was much less than when passing through a traditional time portal.

"Ok?"

The next second, the feeling of solid ground came over me, and the surrounding scenery changed drastically!
Cold, smooth, geometrically beautiful metal walls; an endless, brightly lit corridor; the air thick with the smell of disinfectant and some kind of electronic device...

Sylvie's heart skipped a beat!
She knew this place all too well—the Time Mutation Administration (TVA)!
Although I don't know how it happened, this is undoubtedly the interior of TVA! However, it feels a little different from before; there seems to be a colder, more oppressive feeling of machinery in the air.

"The Age of Ultron's Reign"

Sylvie realized he had ventured deep into Ultron's current lair, so he quickly hid in the shadow of a structural pillar. He saw Doctor Strange and Morgan Stuart, who had entered earlier than him, just steadying themselves and cautiously surveying the completely unfamiliar environment.

"who?!"

"Unauthorized trespassing!"

Suddenly, a team of Time Guardians dressed in standard TVA uniforms and wielding reset sticks appeared from around the corner. They discovered Doctor Strange and Morgan, two uninvited guests who didn't know how to hide.

These disciplined guards immediately rushed forward to try to stop them.

"It is the Supreme Master!"

The squad leader raised a strange device and pointed it at Doctor Strange! Doctor Strange was about to form a hand seal to cast a spell when he suddenly felt the flow of time around him slow down dramatically!
His mind was still clear, but his movements were as slow as if he were struggling in a quagmire; even lifting a finger had become incredibly difficult! TVA's technology was remarkably effective against mages!
"PhD!"

Morgan gasped, but she herself seemed completely unaffected by the time-slowing field! The little girl reacted quickly, raising her arm and a small launcher popped out of her armor.

shhhhhh!
Several tiny anesthetic needles struck the Time Guardians precisely in the neck. The guards wore expressions of disbelief, seemingly unable to comprehend how a little girl could be immune to their equipment.

"you……"

Even the leader only uttered one word before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

"How is this possible? They weren't using magic! And you! How come you weren't affected or imprisoned?" The time-slowing effect disappeared after Morgan picked up the fallen instrument. Doctor Strange, who had been imprisoned in time, was freed and looked at Morgan in astonishment.

Little Morgan didn't answer; instead, she began examining the strange device used by the Time Guard Captain. She took out tools from her treasure chest, her brow furrowed, and quickly began disassembling and studying it.

The girl's movements were so skillful it was astonishing.

In less than a minute, she disassembled the core component of the device and combined it with several other parts on the spot to create a simple arm guard that flashed blue light.

“Here, Doctor, put this on.” She handed the arm guard to Doctor Strange. “It should generate a reverse force field, temporarily protecting you from that time interference.”

Doctor Strange took the arm guard, stared at Morgan for a long time with a complicated expression.

"No, why are you treating me like I'm illiterate... Is this really science? Is this even scientific?" Doctor Strange, a medical doctor, could only mutter, "Your father must be a very, very powerful dimensional daemon... No wonder that evil god Loki seems to have a close relationship with your father."

He was convinced that Tony Stark, whom Ian knew, could not possibly be a scientist.

Morgan rolled his eyes, too lazy to explain. Doctor Elliot put on his arm guards, assessed the situation, and the two of them, not daring to delay, immediately continued deeper into TVA.

Sylvie waited until Doctor Strange and Morgan left before quietly emerging from her hiding place. She stared coldly at the Time Guardian lying unconscious on the ground.

She knew this place far too well, even better than Doctor Strange and the others about the layout of TVA. She could roughly guess where the two were going—usually the area where important time prisoners were held.

To avoid the guards waking up and reporting back, which would cause more trouble, Sylvie made a sensible decision. She crouched down, and a green light flashed in her hand.

The dagger, embodying the concept of "the end of the story," appeared in his palm.

That was originally Loki's usual "staff." As the saying goes, when one attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. After suffering with Loki for so many years, it can be said that it has undergone a transformation and attained divinity.

"Sorry, your story ends here."

Sylvie muttered to himself, his tone completely calm, and with a swift and precise motion, the dagger plunged deep into the carotid artery of each unconscious guard.

However, the expected scene of gushing blood did not occur. Where the dagger pierced, only a few faint sparks flew, revealing the cold metal structure and wiring beneath.

These seemingly living guards were all cyborgs in human skin. The fact that Ultron had modified TVA to this extent wasn't particularly surprising to Sylvie.

"Does it want to completely transform the multiverse into a universe belonging to machines and metal?" Sylvie's eyes narrowed, but her movements did not falter. She swiftly and thoroughly destroyed the core processors of these mechanical guards, ensuring from the root that they could not be repaired or restarted.

Having completed the silent "cleanup work," she, like a top-tier assassin, pressed herself against the wall, utilizing every blind spot and shadow in the surveillance cameras to cautiously continue her infiltration.

On the way forward, she encountered several more groups of mechanical guards who had been taken down by Doctor Strange and Morgan in various ways—mainly Morgan's gadgets.

Sylvie showed no mercy, repeating the same tactic to finish off all the evil creations, completely erasing any possibility of them being resurrected by Ultron.

She easily found her way to the special detention area where TVA held high-priority criminals. The cells here were no longer simple fences, but were made of some kind of energy field and reinforced glass.

The prison cells held all sorts of "important figures" from different timelines. Sylvie even saw several historically notorious tyrants and mad scientists.

They all appeared listless at this moment, waiting to be transformed into true half-maggots, that is, half-mechanical life forms, and then cast into history.

Suddenly, a particularly noisy cell caught Sylvie's attention. "Let me out!"

Inside was a skull with an extremely comical and ugly appearance? Its proportions were severely distorted, with protruding and crooked fangs, and a wriggling, tumor-like thing growing in the center of its forehead. One of its eyes was severely crossed, and the other eye socket was empty.

You can even see strange, brain-like substances trembling slightly inside.

It—no, it was the thing—was pounding on the glass cell door, making a loud "bang" sound, and shouting in a sharp, angry voice.

"Let me out! You thieves! You robbers! It must be you who stole my true power! You altered my magnificent appearance and stole my cosmic status!"

"I am the Lord of Darkness!"

"I am the master of the void!"

It suddenly noticed Sylvie passing by outside, and immediately pressed its distorted face against the glass, staring intently at Sylvie with its single eye and a tumor.

"Loki! You're Loki, right!"

"Tsk tsk, Loki in a female variant."

“There’s only one of you in the multiverse. Listen, you are the one who is different. Let me out! If you let me out, I can not only help you obtain the throne of Asgard, but I can also let you replace the so-called ‘God above Gods’! Together we will rule all reality!”

Due to some external factors, the Dark God Nar, who failed to be reborn, not only turned his own sword green, but now also seems clumsy in his attempts to bewitch people.

Can also understand.

After all, there was a lot of brain matter on the ground, which probably came from his eyes, indicating a significant loss of intelligence.

"Nar."

Sylvie merely glanced at it indifferently, as if it were a pile of unrecyclable trash, completely ignoring this obviously mentally unstable creature.

She continued to walk briskly forward.

Soon, she heard a familiar voice coming from ahead. Quietly approaching, she discovered Doctor Strange and Morgan Stuart standing in front of a cell, seemingly trying to figure out how to break the cell's energy lock.

The people locked in the cell made Sylvie's eyes narrow.

Those are Captain America Steve Rogers and Thor! They just both look a bit disheveled.

Captain America was grumbling incessantly, "Why? Tell me why? That little girl named Gwen Stacy gets a cell of her own? Are we men just supposed to be crammed together? It's outrageous! This isn't fair! When I get back to Earth alive, I'm going to start a men's rights organization and fight for the rights that men all over the world deserve!"

"Men should also have their own separate cells!"

His voice was loud and powerful.

Doctor Strange, who was trying to crack the lock, couldn't help but mutter, "Steve? You've suddenly become aware of equality just because of a solitary cell?"

Captain America remained silent, only crossing his arms and gritting his teeth with a "I've made up my mind" expression. He looked so angry that he was practically ready to chop someone up and add them to America's T0 meta.

"Do you know how agonizing it is to be around this guy?" Captain America pointed exasperatedly at Thor, who was pacing back and forth in the cell next to him.

Thor appeared agitated. He suddenly stepped forward and began pounding on the cell door with his fists, urging Doctor Strange outside to hurry up.

"Strange! Quick! Open this damn cell door! We have to find my father!" His voice was filled with anger and deep worry.

"Mr. Thor, what's wrong with Odin?" Morgan asked curiously.

Thor didn't answer directly, but his face was unusually grim. He pounded on the cell door even harder, his voice filled with unprecedented urgency: "They took him away! Those mechanical guards! They said... said they were taking him for 'disposal'! So, for Asgard! Open the door!!"

From their scattered conversations, Doctor Strange and Morgan outside pieced together the situation: the Time Bureau had captured Odin, who had turned into a baby, and intended to destroy him under the pretext of "time anomalies".

Is that really the case?

Sivir, hiding in the shadows, did not think so.

She suspects that Ultron intends to transform Odin into some kind of mechanical Odin, take him as a follower, and send him into the history of the universe along with those great figures from history, thereby eroding all timelines.

Just now.

The cell's energy lock, thanks to Morgan's ingenious technology, emitted an overloaded buzzing sound before finally failing with a "hiss," causing the glass door to slide to both sides.

"Father!" Thor was the first to roar as he charged forward, his entire body erupting with unprecedentedly violent lightning, which even faintly contained the power of Odin.

Worry and anger brought his power to a critical point. He was like a thunder god about to descend to earth, his target pointing directly at the direction where the guards had taken away the infant Odin!

However, just as he was about to transform into lightning and rush out—Bang!

The heavy metal door outside the cell was kicked open from the outside!

A figure burst in with lightning speed, wielding a warhammer crackling with electricity in one hand, and smashed it solidly into Thor's chest!
Boom!
A muffled thud, accompanied by the groans of bones unable to bear the weight and the cracking sound of lightning being forcibly shattered! Thor's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. He didn't even get a clear look at the person who came before he was sent flying backwards with a scream, as if he had been slammed in the face by a Guardians of the Galaxy traveling at full speed.

"Cuckoo~"

The invincible Thor fell, and not only fell, but rolled around on the ground in a sorry state more than a dozen times, finally stopping only when he crashed into Doctor Strange and Morgan's feet.

"vomit……"

Thor collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolled back, white foam gushing from his mouth, his body convulsing uncontrollably, clearly having suffered a heavy blow and a powerful electric shock.

Thor is afraid of electricity.

This is common knowledge within Marvel.

"Thor!"

"Who?!"

Doctor Strange and Morgan instantly entered battle mode! The Praise energy of Ian's Shield surrounded the Doctor, and Morgan's nanotech armor instantly went into full-armor mode.

The small energy cannon on her shoulder quickly rose and locked onto the target!
Having just gained his freedom, Captain America Steve Rogers looked around and found that his beloved shield had been taken away. Now, with his hands empty, facing this sudden and powerful enemy, he could only awkwardly but politely... retreat behind Doctor Strange and Morgan, while quickly whispering to the two of them.

"Watch out! That robe... that's what they call the 'Grand Judge' here! Probably the kind Ian always talks about... the final boss!"

His tone was worried.

The air instantly became incredibly tense, as if it had frozen.

The person standing at the doorway wore a slightly oversized, solemn robe embroidered with intricate time runes. His face was obscured by the shadow of his hood. In one hand, he held none other than Mjolnir, the hammer that had just sent the enraged Thor flying.

The "Grand Justice" did not seem to have any immediate intention to attack.

Instead, he tilted his head slightly and muttered to himself while looking at the hammer in his hand, "Hey! Hey! Old buddy, don't move, be quiet! Give me some face, I don't want to give myself away..."

"Don't do that, I've already activated the Face Fruit... Let's be calm, I'll find you a nest of female hammers tomorrow."

Various forms of manipulation began to be used by the Chief Justice, but his mutterings quickly stopped as he noticed that everyone in the cell was staring at him with extremely serious and wary eyes.

The "Grand Justice" seemed somewhat embarrassed, quickly cleared his throat, raised Thor's hammer, and spoke in a tone that seemed to be trying to prove his innocence.

"Ahem! Well... although I personally really like it when you call me 'final boss,' it sounds really cool and impressive! But look at this!"

He brandished the hammer in his hand. "I can lift Thor's hammer! As everyone knows, only those with pure hearts and noble character can lift Mjolnir! Therefore, I am destined to be an absolutely good person! The best and most virtuous person in the universe, you have absolutely no need to be nervous!"

This didn't sound like appeasement; it seemed like he was showing off, trying to endorse himself with the hammer. However, no sooner had he finished speaking than little Morgan tilted her head and mercilessly exposed him in her distinctive, clear, and harmless voice.

"This... Your Honor? If you took off that diamond-encrusted Infinity Gauntlet on your other hand before saying that, it might be more convincing." She even politely added an "Oh," clearly showing she had received plenty of etiquette training in a prestigious school in her past life.

The "Chief Justice" visibly stiffened for a moment. Then, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he erupted in fury: "You damned clever brat! Couldn't you have watched more TV when you were little like a normal kid and ruined your eyes?! Why are you observing so closely?!"

He abruptly ripped off his solemn judge's robe, revealing his attire underneath—a classic red and black bodysuit and two swords at his waist.

And the glove he wore, studded with dazzling infinite gems, was now hanging around his waist at least once, numbering at least seventy or eighty and looking incredibly bulky.

"It's you! Deadpool!"

Morgan exclaimed in surprise, her armored mask snapping open to reveal her astonished face. "What are you doing here? And you've become a Supreme Court Justice?"

Her "recognition" did not encounter the same situation as Doctor Strange and other superheroes.

Deadpool clearly knows Morgan as well.

"Yes! Yes! It's me! The Deadpool who's loved by everyone, admired by flowers, and whose presence even coffins open their lids!" Deadpool said smugly, hands on his hips. "Didn't expect that, did you? Your dad wouldn't approve my perfectly forged job application, but now I've successfully risen to a high-ranking position in the Time Management Bureau!"

"Having a tiny bit of power over you can make things difficult for you!" He first spoke with a touch of middle-aged arrogance, then changed his tone and spoke again in a consultative manner.

"How about this, Deadpool, I'm not one to hold grudges. If you let me join the Avengers, I'll be merciful and take you away from this hellhole."

"How about it? This deal was pretty good, wasn't it? If it weren't for my wife's unborn daughter saying she likes the Avengers, Deadpool wouldn't even look at you guys!"

"Don't tell me no. I can restart time, ask you ten thousand times, and spend ten thousand years here with you!" Deadpool tried to mimic the original Doctor Strange in negotiating his terms.

His words also included some classic Captain America elements.

"?????"

"?????"

Doctor Strange and Captain America were both bewildered, vaguely feeling that their lines had been stolen. Just as Deadpool was trying to use coercion and inducement to conduct his completely unreliable negotiation.

"Wow~ wow~"

A loud baby's cry suddenly came from his bulging belly, which seemed to be stuffed with something! The cry seemed to have some kind of magical power, and Thor, who was originally foaming at the ground and in a semi-conscious state, suddenly jolted awake, as if he had been injected with the strongest adrenaline.

Suddenly, Thor leaped up from the ground!

"Father!!!"

Thor's eyes instantly turned into a dazzling gold.

The immense power of Odin, mixed with thunder, erupted uncontrollably from his body.

The entire prison area was brightly lit!

He stared intently at Deadpool's stomach and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"Give me back my dad!!!"

He transformed once again into a devastating bolt of lightning, charging towards Deadpool with even greater ferocity than before!

however--

boom! ! !
Another familiar muffled thud!

Deadpool casually swung Mjolnir again, hitting Thor squarely on the head, sending him flying backward and crashing into the wall before slowly sliding down, temporarily losing consciousness.

Vaguely.

Odin's power seems to be evolving as well.

"Still can't beat them?"

Captain America felt helpless because Thor's power was only on paper.

I don't know.

This time, both Doctor Strange and Morgan clearly saw that as Deadpool swung his hammer, the glove in his other hand, studded with Infinity Stones, instantly lit up with a dazzling light.

obviously.

It wasn't Deadpool who defeated Thor, but rather the bug-like equipment Deadpool possessed.

"its not right……"

Little Morgan's face was filled with confusion as she looked at the energy readings scanned on her armor screen.

"Based on the information left by my father, and the records of the books he stole from Kamar-Taj and never intended to return, there should be extremely strong rule suppression within the Time Bureau. The Infinity Stones should just be pretty glass beads here... So why are you able to use their power?"

The girl wasn't just innocent and kind; she was also her father's cunning little darling. Upon hearing this, Doctor Strange's eyes widened, as if he had finally realized the real reason why there weren't many books about Kamar-Taj.

"Why? Good question!"

Deadpool proudly shook the Infinity Gauntlet, and the brilliance of the gems gradually faded.

"Because Deadpool can use the Infinity Stones wherever he wants! That's Deadpool's rule! Isn't that awesome? If you think it's awesome, give me a compliment."

Deadpool's personality is so changeable; he seemed to quickly lose interest in the question and his attention returned to the crying in his "stomach".

Then, he carefully pulled out a baby boy wrapped in a magnificent swaddling cloth from under his armor, who was crying loudly—it was baby Odin!
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, Deadpool isn't as crazy as Ian McKellen, who wanted to be Odin's father or mother.

"Damn it! He's crying again! Did Odin grow up crying all his life?" Deadpool held the wailing Odin in his hands, looking a little flustered. He looked up at Doctor Strange, Morgan, and Captain America hiding behind them, who were all dumbfounded, and asked in a very sincere tone with a hint of pleading.

"Hey! Seriously, has anyone raised a child? How can I get this little darling to start nursing? Why can't I do it no matter how many times I try? Am I not being friendly enough?"

As he spoke, he actually pulled out several "benevolent" masks with extremely exaggerated and distorted expressions from somewhere and put them on his face one by one.

She tried to appease Odin with this face etched with words of benevolence.

"What do you think of this 'gentle mother' face? Don't like it? How about this 'sunny dad'? Or this 'caring auntie with a slit mouth'?"

Deadpool was really into it, probably trying to get a feel for what it's like to be a dad. His behavior was just bizarre, though at that moment, no one was paying attention to his mind-numbingly disturbing masks.

All eyes, involuntarily and with extreme shock and bewilderment, focused on his red and black trousers, which he had unknowingly pulled down to his ankles while "feeding his child."

"????"

"?????"

"??????"

Everyone, including Sylvie who was hiding, was stunned.

The entire scene fell into an eerie, indescribable silence. Only the cries of the poor infant Odin echoed.

at this time.

A roar of extreme shame and anger, even somewhat distorted in tone, seemed to come faintly from outside, as if through a thick layer of glass!
Everyone was just stunned.

Hiding in the shadows, Sylvie was the first to react. She rushed to the observation window in the corridor and looked out—but what she saw outside was no longer the cold metal corridor of TVA, but a chaotic scene, like a cosmic junkyard—the end of time!
Sylvie understood instantly!

For some reason, the ends of space and time in TVA overlapped or connected!
And right there on those ruins, Ian Kent was riding on the "head" of the time monster Elios in a position where he was having a great deal of trouble maintaining his balance.

Sivir didn't bother trying to figure out why Ian could touch the monster that shouldn't have been intangible. Because she had her ear pressed against the glass, she heard Ian roaring something.

Yes.

The roar just now didn't come from the Time Monster, but from Ian, who was fighting the Time Monster.

"Damn it! Can't you read?! It clearly says in 'Fantastic Beasts Postpartum Care' that mature baby monsters know how to crawl into the Poké Balls that the male mothers make by hand!" Ian was trying to stick a book with ink that looked like it was still wet in front of Elios's eyes.

If it had eyes and could read, perhaps... it still wouldn't understand.

"That's a place to pee, is it something you can just crawl into? I don't even use it to pee when I pee myself! Do you know what it means to be completely unused and practically brand new!" Ian lectured Elios while repeatedly punching Elios's head.

“Deadpool is on Ultron’s side, which is troublesome, but…” Looking at Ian’s disheveled yet unusually “tenacious” figure, a thought struck Sylvie like lightning.

As the saying goes, fight poison with poison.

Deadpool, who may have become a cyborg, is really terrifying, so she has to find a way to bring Ian in and use this thing to deal with Deadpool, who seems to have cheated.

(End of this chapter)