"Hey, it's me! Relax. I'm just tweaking the timeline a little…"
Deadpool rambled nonsense at Wolverine while repeatedly pulling the trigger on his gun—unloading round after round into the mute Wade lying motionless on the floor. If there was ever such a thing as overkill, this was it.
Onscreen, Logan looked completely baffled. And offscreen, the audience wasn't much better.
Thor spread his hands. "Can someone tell me what the hell this guy is even talking about? I understand every single word he says—but put them together, and I have no idea what it means."
"Timeline modification?"
Stephen's interest was piqued. He eyed Deadpool with suspicion—he couldn't believe this lunatic had the power to tamper with time.
'Did he have a Time Stone too?'
Deadpool was now spinning around gleefully, doing a little victory dance.
"Whoa! That's SO me. So cool! He did what I've always wanted to do. That's right—because he is me! Hahahaha!"
Billy and the others were completely lost. The whole "tweaking the timeline" thing went way over their heads. All they could conclude was that Deadpool was one seriously unhinged psychopath.
Seeing everyone confused, Thor gave a quick, simplified explanation of the mutant universe—just enough to give them some context.
Meanwhile, the screen cut to a new scene—focusing on an ordinary-looking actor.
Deadpool lost it with excitement. "Oh my god! Look at that handsome devil! You guys know who that is? That's me!"
As he spoke, he whipped off his mask—revealing a face that looked like it had been dunked in acid, microwaved in a nuclear reactor, and then left to rot. The only way to describe it was… unspeakable.
Anyone with a weak stomach would've cried on the spot.
Sure enough, Hughie's heart began to race. His whole body felt nauseous, and he looked like he might throw up at any second.
And Deadpool, in all his shameless glory, pointed proudly at his own face.
"See? Isn't it an exact match with the guy in the video?!"
"Please… put the mask back on!" Thor gestured toward Hughie. "Have some mercy, will you? Can't you see the kid's about to puke?"
Stephen Strange shook his head and sighed.
"Most superheroes wear masks to hide their identities or look cool. I never imagined someone would need one as badly as you do."
Thanks to Deadpool's big mouth, the others had zero sympathy for him.
Well, except for Annie, who was too kind-hearted, and Hughie, who was just too terrified.
The rest just wanted to grab this weak spot and use it to bully Deadpool right back.
Deadpool, of course, was unfazed. He shrugged. "Fine. Clearly, you people just can't appreciate true beauty."
Then, grinning like a madman, he turned back to admire his "divine" face on the screen.
In the video, actor "Wade" was looking at a movie script. On the cover:
"Green Lantern."
He stared at it and muttered, "Motherfucker, this script is amazing!"
Right then—BANG!
A bullet rang out. Blood splattered across the script cover as he was shot clean through the head.
The actor version of Wade dropped like a rock, a gaping hole in his forehead.
Deadpool, lowering the gun, looked down at the body and said cheerfully:
"No need to thank me, Canada~"
Meanwhile, in the DC Universe, Hal Jordan—the Green Lantern himself—was absolutely stunned watching this.
'Why the hell does that guy look exactly like me?!'
'Wait… why am I holding a Green Lantern script?'
'Oh god… I am the Green Lantern…'
'Hold on a second—am I just a character in a movie?!'
That day, poor Hal Jordan spiraled into an existential crisis like no other.
Back in the quiz room, Deadpool was more hyped than ever, punching the air and cheering:
"Yes! YES! That was awesome! Another black mark erased from history. See that, folks? THAT'S how you rewrite a timeline! Absolutely legendary!"
The video ended. But Thor felt like he'd just wasted several minutes of his life.
He'd watched a lot of future clips across multiple universes. At first, they were confusing. Over time, though, he'd begun to understand the colorful chaos of the multiverse.
But Deadpool's future?
Made. No. Sense. At. All.
"What the actual hell did I just watch?"
Stephen was equally confused. He cautiously asked, "Wait… are you an actor?"
Deadpool grinned, hideous and thrilled.
"Ha! What a question. But really—aren't we all actors? You, Thor, these guys—we're all just characters in movies or comic books!"
Stephen's eyes widened—then he shook his head. "Nope. Nope. I shouldn't have asked. That's on me."
'What the hell is wrong with me,' he thought, 'talking to this lunatic like he's normal.'
The next quiz question appeared on the screen:
[Which of the following stabbed Wade Wilson in the head with a dagger?]
[A: Francis
B: Colossus
C: Vanessa
D: Negasonic]
Deadpool, who had been joking nonstop, suddenly went quiet.
Thor raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Hey, Wade. If someone stabs you in the head with a knife… can you still survive?"
"If it were you, you'd be dead for sure. But me? I'm not that easy to kill."
As he spoke, Deadpool pulled his mask back on. Among the listed options, there was one name that clearly unsettled him.
Thor narrowed his eyes. "Wait… did you get Logan's healing powers?"
"…Sort of," Deadpool muttered. "But I didn't get them from Logan."
He clearly didn't want to elaborate, so he quickly changed the subject.
"I'm going with A. I wanted to kill him, he wanted to kill me—perfect symmetry. Answer's A!"
—
Meanwhile, in The Boys universe…
Stormfront had led the remaining members of The Seven into full-blown battle with Bruce Banner's team.
The Multiverse Defenders's special task force was being led by Captain America.
Superman was still locked in a one-on-one brawl with Homelander—two titans evenly matched, with no end in sight.
Elsewhere, the battlefield was more straightforward.
Stormfront and Queen Maeve had teamed up to fight Wonder Woman. The clash between the three powerhouses was nothing short of explosive.
Captain America went head-to-head with Black Noir, a fight of precision and tactics.
The Deep and Lamplighter formed a makeshift "water and fire" duo against Aquaman.
And then there was A-Train—locked in a footrace with none other than The Flash.
And naturally, A-Train was losing badly.
In a recent city-wide sprint, The Flash had lapped him twice.
Now, after another lap, Flash casually pulled up beside A-Train and waved.
"Hey, buddy. You should probably call it a day. You're outta steam. Oh—and don't even think about juicing. That'd be cheating."
A-Train gritted his teeth and pulled out a vial of Compound V.
But before he could inject it—Flash zipped in, snatched it, and knocked him flat on his back.
A-Train hit the pavement and didn't get up for a long time.