What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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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.

Chapter 204 Clash Between Past and Present

Don't be fooled by Loki's constant setbacks.

However, Loki is indeed the undisputed God of Mischief, inspiring fear in countless civilizations throughout the Nine Realms. Therefore, Sylvie, as a variant of Loki, is certainly not lacking in intelligence.

A plan to use Ian to deal with Deadpool instantly took shape in her mind. In the shadows around the corner, Sylvie's brain raced, her gaze constantly shifting between the window and Deadpool.

“We have to get that guy in… Only a madman can deal with a madman…” Sylvie gritted her teeth, her eyes scanning the surrounding environment, looking for any TVA equipment or energy nodes that could be used, trying to artificially create a spatial gap to pull Ian, who was wrestling with the time monster outside, in alone.

However, this requires time and deep access to the TVA system.

She clearly doesn't have that right now.

Meanwhile, Deadpool's performance has entered a new phase.

He seemed to have completely forgotten the embarrassment he had just experienced. With one hand holding the still-crying baby Odin high in the air and the other hand on his hip, he actually started wiggling his hips and began to dance an extremely exaggerated dance that was full of primitive tribal atmosphere but also mixed with modern pole dancing elements... "Elephant Dance"?

Only those who have watched Crayon Shin-chan can understand the true value of this dance.

"Come on! Everyone, enjoy this! Deadpool and God King's dance time!" Deadpool danced while trying to get Odin's little arms and legs to sway along.

The baby's cries and his humming mingled together, creating an extremely jarring and eerie background music.

"Look at this teamwork! Look at this rhythm! The future of Asgard rests on the two of us! Heave-ho! Heave-ho!" The level of his idiocy was simply off the charts.

Normal people have no way to deal with this, and they can't even find a suitable angle to complain.

"?????"

Due to the effects of multiple cosmic reboots and timeline shifts, Captain America and Doctor Strange's memories were already confused. At this moment, they couldn't recognize who this guy in the red and black uniform, whose performance art was taken to the extreme, was. They could only look at each other, their eyes filled with bewilderment and helplessness, as if they were wondering, "Which mental hospital did this guy escape from?"

Meanwhile, Thor was still lying on the ground not far away, foaming at the mouth, his body occasionally twitching, completely unconscious, having perfectly missed his father's "dance debut".

“Deadpool, do you know that the way you look right now makes you look like you’re sexually harassing everyone…” Little Morgan opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to express some opinion.

However, before she could even utter the first of her thousand words, an unexpected event occurred, causing her expression to change drastically and the words she was about to say to abruptly stop.

Almost at the same time.

Captain America and Doctor Strange's expressions also suddenly froze, their gazes passing over Deadpool, who was still dancing wildly, and turning to the shadows of the corridor further away.

Both of their pupils suddenly contracted!

It's a fear response stemming from a life-or-death instinct—a reaction to extreme danger!

Deadpool was still dancing energetically when he realized that his only "audience" had suddenly stopped watching him. He immediately complained, "Hey! Hey! What's going on? Are you all speechless from being amazed by Deadpool's perfect dance moves? I know it's artistic and avant-garde, but you guys should at least give me some reaction!"

"I learned this from a homeless man in a New York subway station. He said it was a lost Mayan ritual dance..." Deadpool went on and on about the brand story behind his dance.

But no one responded to him.

The air was quiet. Doctor Strange and Captain America were on high alert, but little Morgan slowly raised her trembling little hand and pointed behind Deadpool.

"What? Watt? What?" Deadpool belatedly realized something was wrong, and his dance abruptly froze. He turned around extremely slowly, bit by bit.

Right behind him, less than half a meter away, a mechanical entity was silently floating there.

The object was made entirely of a dark metal that seemed to absorb all light, with cold and perfect lines, and every part of its structure exuded extreme efficiency and power.

Its face, or rather, his face, lacked complex facial expression simulation structures; it only had a pair of electronic eyes emitting a deep red light, which were now "staring" at Deadpool without any emotion.

And the baby Odin that Deadpool is holding.

"Ultron!"

Deadpool exclaimed, simultaneously introducing the character. His eyes froze instantly, displaying the instinctive panic of a mouse seeing a cat or a subordinate seeing their boss.

"I didn't slack off, I didn't betray you." He reacted extremely quickly; almost the next second, his face was filled with a fawning and loyal smile.

Even though he's wearing a mask and no one can see him, that doesn't mean Deadpool can't "naturally" pull out a crayon and draw his current expression on his mask.

"Boss! Why did you come in person!"

Deadpool's voice became unusually respectful, even trembling like a sycophant, "You saw it all, right? I've been stalling for time according to plan! I've successfully held off these troublesome guys! Just waiting for you to reap the rewards! I've done a great job, haven't I? Can you give me a bigger bonus...?"

Ultron did not respond to this; his red electronic eyes did not even blink, but simply "watched" him, watching the Grand Justice in front of him.

Ultron has not yet made any statement.

Deadpool panicked first, rambling incoherently: "Fuck! The undercover plan has been exposed! This is completely illogical! My acting is so good, for crying out loud!"

Survival instinct, or rather, the instinct to court death, makes Deadpool prefer to strike first. He suddenly raises the hand wearing the Infinity Gauntlet, while the Mjolnir in his other hand bursts out with unprecedentedly dazzling lightning!

"Little Ultron, don't blame Deadpool for being unreasonable! Take this!"

Deadpool roared in a strange voice.

He combined the energy of the Infinity Gauntlet with the power of Thor's hammer, unleashing a terrifying force that seemed capable of shattering stars, and slammed it down on Ultron, who was right in front of him!

"hehe."

Faced with this terrifying blow that could severely damage or even destroy a galaxy, Ultron didn't even change his posture.

He simply raised one hand with utmost casualness, precisely meeting Thor's hammer, which was enveloped in endless lightning and filled with the energy of the Infinity Stones.

Boom!

A dull, resounding thud sent a jolt through everyone, as if their hearts had skipped a beat—Ultron's hand had firmly grasped Mjolnir's hammer.

The destructive energy struck his palm, then vanished instantly as if it had encountered an invisible, absolute barrier, without even a ripple.

"Nobody will really trust you, Wade."

Under Deadpool's horrified gaze, Ultron tightened his grip slightly with his five fingers.

Click…click…

Mjolnir, Thor's hammer, hailed as an Asgardian artifact forged from the core of a dying star, began to develop countless fine cracks on its surface! Ultron's hand, as if possessing the power to dismantle all rules, gradually and irresistibly crushed and deformed Mjolnir!

The terrifying energy backlash traveled along the hammer handle and instantly transmitted to Deadpool's Infinity Gauntlet!

"No! My limited edition gloves!"

Deadpool let out a scream.

The glove on his hand, studded with Infinity Stones, also began to groan under the strain, the gems flashing wildly, and spiderweb-like cracks appearing on its surface!

"I'll fight you to the death!" Seeing his weapon destroyed, Deadpool, in a desperate act, used the crying baby Odin in his other hand as a brick and smashed it hard against Ultron's face! At the same time, his free hand quickly reached for another Infinity Gauntlet that looked exactly the same hanging on his belt.

Deadpool had several more hanging from his waist, each with a different number. Although it seemed like they could be used dozens of times, Ultron seemed to have completely lost patience.

Just as Deadpool's hand was about to touch the second Infinity Gauntlet.

Snapped!

Ultron's other hand struck first, delivering a simple and direct slap!

This seemingly casual slap contained unimaginable power. Deadpool didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying backward as if struck by a planet!

boom! boom! boom! boom!

He crashed through countless layers of reinforced metal walls inside TVA, his figure quickly disappearing into the dark corridor in the distance. Only his drawn-out, fading scream of "Fuck you!" still echoed, proving that he had once existed in this place.

Ultron didn't even look at Deadpool flying away.

With a casual flick of his hand that had just crushed Thor's hammer, he finally turned his emotionless red electronic eyes toward the remaining Doctor Strange, Captain America, and Morgan.

"Children, I didn't want this to happen." Ultron's voice was cold and smooth, without any emotional fluctuations, yet it contained a despairing sense of oppression.

"But you left me with no other choice."

This sounds like the opening remarks before a war is declared.

Doctor Strange suppressed his fear and rapidly formed hand seals, attempting to construct the most powerful offensive spell—the [Ian's Greatsword], which he had only learned a few days ago.

Just as his magic circle was about to take shape.

Unexpectedly, the same magic, but with a more complex structure and several times higher energy efficiency, simultaneously appeared on Ultron's body surface.

It is clearly a pirated copy, optimized, and pushed to its limits.