Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

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Deadpool's smirking expression froze abruptly.

A drop of cold sweat, almost imperceptible, quietly slid down his temple.

Damn!

Does this woman have mind-reading abilities?!

How could she have known?!

In fact, Deadpool really did have this plan.

Under the relentless pain, the rapid mutation and regeneration of cancer cells throughout his body—an extreme suffering that defied the very rules of life—he unexpectedly unlocked some incredible potential deep within his soul.

He awakened a unique, higher-dimensional perspective.

He is able to transcend the current time and space, stand in a higher dimension, and look down upon the world.

It was at that moment that he saw the whole truth.

His life, his fate, his suffering, his failures, his curse by Death, one of the five great gods... none of these were accidental!

Rather, it was a fate arranged by others! His tragic life was predetermined...

The higher-dimensional perspective brought him this understanding, which completely shattered his already crumbling rationality, making him even more insane and giving rise to an extreme and resolute idea in his heart—to rebel.

Rebel against those high and mighty gods who treat all living beings as playthings, and disrupt the destiny set by the gods...

"Can gods just so arbitrarily manipulate the fate of others?"

"Can you really throw me into despair, making me live forever in a nightmare I can't wake up from?"

Deadpool wants to change all of this...

Driven by the ideal of "liberating everyone from the shackles of fate," Deadpool began to roam the multiverse, wreaking havoc.

In this way, everyone's fate can be changed ahead of time.

He committed countless unconventional, shocking, and insane acts.

He has slaughtered the entire Avengers, killed all the heroes in the universe, and killed Deadpool from other universes.

All for the sake of changing the destiny that has been written!

To outsiders, he was nothing more than an incurable madman, a butcher, and a destroyer.

But in Deadpool's own eyes, all the killing he did was an act of rebellion.

It is the only way for these manipulated people to obtain "true freedom".

Only extreme destruction can break the predetermined script; only rivers of blood can free the universe from its predetermined fate; only by reducing everything to zero can all life truly take control of its own destiny.

He wasn't massacring people; he was "liberating" them.

Morgan looked at Deadpool, who had suddenly fallen into a deathly silence, and instantly understood.

She guessed right.

Deadpool, who fell into this universe along with the Web incident, harbored a terrifying thought in his heart: to slaughter the entire Web universe.

"No way, man!"

Morgan sighed helplessly, his tone tinged with exasperation.

"I've already intervened to change the fate of this universe; the original fate was shattered beyond repair. Do you still intend to continue with your insane plan?"

Deadpool remained silent in the face of Morgan's questioning.

He seemed to be completely possessed by the darkness, his silence terrifying.

There was no banter, no rants, no exaggerated actions; only a chilling silence remained.

Upon seeing this, Morgan felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

She knew all too well how dangerous Deadpool was.

In terms of direct combat ability alone, he is far inferior to heroes such as Thor and Hulk, but his advantage has never been in raw strength.

He is knowledgeable and experienced across countless universes. He knows the weaknesses of most superheroes and villains. He knows the locations of various forbidden artifacts, how to trigger them, and how to use them recklessly—because he doesn't care about the cost.

Others fear the backlash, but he is not.

Others fear death, but he cannot die.

While others may have reservations, he has no bottom line.

Deadpool's ability to slaughter the multiverse is no joke.

He could unleash the terrifying backlash of certain sealed artifacts without hesitation once they fell into his hands, granting him the power to sacrifice blood to all directions...

Morgan found Deadpool's idea of ​​"slaughtering all life, sacrificing everything, and exchanging the universe for a new life from destiny" absurd and incomprehensible.

To break free from a manipulated fate, must one kill all lives shrouded in destiny?

What kind of twisted logic is this?

Even if a universe reborn from ashes and bones truly gains so-called "freedom," what connection can it have with the original universe?

Everyone is dead, all memories are gone, all civilizations have turned to dust, and the so-called rebirth is nothing but emptiness.

Only someone like Deadpool, whose mental state is far from beautiful, could come up with such a ridiculous idea.

Seeing Deadpool remain silent after his thoughts were exposed, Morgan suddenly smiled at him and said:

"Hey, my good teammate, stop pretending to be so profound. I'm giving you one last chance to answer my question. If you don't speak up, I'm going to throw you into the sun..."

Morgan, in a cute tone, uttered something that sent chills down Deadpool's spine.

Throw it into the sun...

Morgan couldn't kill him.

She knew this very well, and Deadpool knew it very well too.

But Morgan didn't need to kill him; she just needed to throw him into the sun...

He was repeatedly burned to ashes amidst endless high temperatures and gravity, only to be regenerated again by his self-healing factor, then burned to ashes again, and regenerated again...

An eternal cycle, an eternal torment, forever trapped in the purgatory of the star's core.

Morgan can do that now.

At first, Deadpool remained extremely tough in the face of this seemingly insignificant threat.

He even forced himself up, his body barely recovered, and arrogantly extended a middle finger at Morgan, his tone disdainful and provocative:

"Throw it into the sun? You little bitch, do you even know how far the sun is from the earth?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large "well" character seemed to appear out of thin air above Morgan's head.

"Great, see if I can make it happen!"

They're in her hands now, and they still dare to be so arrogant? We have to deal with them!

"boom--"

A near-silent resounding boom echoed through the air.

In the next instant, the two figures suddenly rose upwards, breaking through the clouds in a manner that defied the laws of physics, moving so fast that they were left as a blur.

The land, cities, and coastlines are shrinking rapidly.

The atmosphere was easily torn apart.

In just a few moments, Morgan appeared at the edge of the cold, dark space, carrying Deadpool's head, with the giant blue sphere of Earth slowly rotating behind them.

Only at this moment did Deadpool finally understand completely.

This seemingly gentle and easy-going Supergirl wasn't joking with him.

"A generous gift of crab—!!"

Deadpool's face turned several shades pale in an instant, whether from being frightened by the vacuum environment or from losing all color due to lack of oxygen, it was hard to tell.

"Are you serious? You really going to send me flying into the sun?!"

"Aren't you a hero? How could a hero do something so cruel and inhumane!"

Before his body was completely exposed to the vacuum, and before the last bit of thin air could transmit sound, Deadpool immediately surrendered, his voice trembling with tears:

"Grandma! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Can we go back? I don't want to bathe in the sun! That thing is no fun at all! Really!"

Be nice!

This woman really dared to throw him in!

Being burned from head to toe by a star, the feeling of regeneration is ten thousand times more terrifying than being blasted by Cyclops, cleaved by Wolverine, or smashed by Hulk combined!

"Now you know you were wrong?"

Morgan turned her head to the side, her smile still sweet, but her tone had turned colder...

"It's too late."