A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Facing the question raised by Deadpool, Lord did not answer immediately.

Slowly pacing past him, after walking a few steps, with a wave of his hand, spiritual power surged towards him like a tidal wave.

A simple and simple pavilion appeared, with gray and white stone tables and chairs, deep jujube pavilion columns, and a gurgling stream beside it, creating a quiet and elegant scene together.

"Standing is tiring, come sit down and talk."

Lord stepped into the pavilion, sat on the stone chair, and waved to him.

Deadpool hesitated for a moment, then shook his head with a smile, strode into the pavilion, and sat down on the stone chair: "Don't mess with these vain things, let's talk about serious business quickly."

"Hehe, that's fine."

Lord nodded, and asked back: "Then... from your point of view, what kind of identity do you think I will be?"

After a moment of silence, after a little thought, Deadpool looked at him again.

Then, he said in a deep voice: "You can't be a member of the narrator, but you can never be one of us. I guess...you are an observer in between."

"Oh? Observer?"

Lord showed interest in the new term proposed by Deadpool, and asked, "Can you explain why?"

"Actually, it's easy to understand. It's the people who read this comic."

Deadpool gave an easy-to-understand example, saying: "You are neither the creator of the comics, nor the characters in the comics, but a person who has read the comics. To some extent, you and the narrator. ...in the same dimension."

Lord was a little surprised, he didn't expect Deadpool to see it so thoroughly.

"Don't look at me with such eyes, it's not difficult to guess." Deadpool crossed his hands, supported the edge of the stone table, stared at Lord, and said, "Then can you tell me, is the correct answer?"

"No hurry, let's have a cup of tea first."

Lord brushed his hand over the stone table, and two cups of steaming tea appeared.

No matter how many times he has seen this method of volleying creations, Deadpool was amazed. He rarely broke his mouth, and he picked up the teacup and put it to his lips, and took a sip.

The fragrant tea flowed into his mouth, turning into spiritual energy to nourish his body.

"It tastes good, but I think wine is better."

Deadpool put down his cup, shrugged, and said, "So, can you tell me the correct answer?"

"I am neither a narrator nor an observer."

Lord picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then said amazingly: "I, like you, am a 'character' written by the narrator, this answer... I wonder if you are still satisfied? "

Although the answer was obtained, the content was too terrifying.

As a result, Deadpool couldn't control it for a while, accidentally smashed the teacup on the stone table, stood up suddenly, widened his eyes, raised his voice, and shouted in an extremely shocked tone: "What?! You... ...you are the same with me?!"

"Don't be so surprised, Mr. Wade."

Lord raised his hand, beckoning him to sit down and talk, and said, "It's not something to be proud of, is it?"

Deadpool sat down in a daze, his mind full of what he had just said.

He didn't doubt that Lord would lie to him on this matter. First, there was no need, and second, there was no reason.

"You mean...you are also a character in the comics?" Deadpool asked, suppressing his shock.

"No, probably not."

Lord shook his head and said, "It's unclear what I am, but the narrative I'm in should be higher than your narrative, so I know about you being a comic character."

"Indeed it is."

Deadpool narrowed his eyes and looked directly at Lord: "I think I have roughly guessed the reason why you told me the truth."

"It's easy to deal with smart people."

Lord smiled and clapped his hands, and said, "However, the right to choose is in your hands. As for which path to choose in the end, it still depends on yourself."

"Sounds good, can I still regret it now?" Deadpool sneered, and sarcastically said: "From the moment you told me the truth, I can't go back to the past, Where is the right to choose?"

"No, I said you have it, and you have it."

Lord snapped his fingers, and two pills appeared on the stone table, one red and one blue.

With such a strong sense of déjà vu, Deadpool couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "The Matrix?"

"Red, forget everything, go back to the past."

Lord said lightly: "Blue, let you have the power to challenge the narrator, break the fourth wall, and go to the 'key' to the real world. This is the choice I give you, equivalent exchange, Mr. Wade."

"Should I call you 'Murpheus' then?"

Deadpool teased him a little, then his eyes fell on the two pills, and he said to himself: "Often those who discover the truth don't seem to end well in the end. I don't know if I will... ...was burned at the stake too?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, watched Lord, and picked up the blue pill.

"If I'm still alive, it proves...they're not all-powerful."

Deadpool held the blue pill, put it near his mouth, looked at Lord and grinned: "I'm curious, if I fail and prove that the narrator is irresistible, what would you do?"

"Truth cannot be defeated..."

Lord smiled slightly and said: "In the same way, hope will never disappear. No matter how dark, desperate, or desolate the wilderness is, I will use my own hands to open up a future of my own."

Hearing this, Deadpool was stunned for a moment, then looked at him deeply: "I remember this sentence, I wish us all success."

Immediately, without any hesitation, he raised his head and swallowed the blue pill.

"By the way, there is something I forgot to tell you, Mr. Wade."

Lord said belatedly: "After swallowing the pill, within 72 hours, your soul will completely degenerate and become a horrible monster. If you can't find your heart again, you will become forever Become a monster without reason."

"what?!"

Deadpool's eyes widened, and a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat: "Such an important matter, didn't you fucking say it earlier?!"

"A monster without reason is worthless to me."

Lord turned the teacup in his hand, and said with a smile: "At that time, I will kill you with my own hands and become a monster, so...in order not to be killed by me, I ask Mr. Wade to work hard and find you as soon as possible. Lost heart."

Deadpool's eyelids twitched, and he blurted out a sentence of Fake Squid, with his raised middle finger.

"Three...two...one...beginning."

Lord stood up slowly, and said: "The process of falling may be a little painful, I hope you can hold on, Mr. Wade."

"Ahhhh-!"

"Fack! You son of a bitch bitch! That's what you call... a little pain?!"

The veins on Deadpool's forehead bulged, curled up in pain, and twitched like an epileptic seizure.

I saw that a black hole was pulled out in his chest, and then a ball of white pulp burst out from the seven orifices. Accompanied by some kind of chirping and gnawing sound, his cry became more fierce and penetrating.

boom--!

A long roar was like a dragon chant, piercing through gold and cracking stones, stirring up heavy air and exploding.

Terrible air waves hit the underground space, kicking up dust and gravel hundreds of meters high, and a scarlet aura visible to the naked eye swept through the entire space like a storm, revealing a strong evil and ominous.