Emil's hair was a disheveled mess of black.
His unkempt beard spoke of a rugged weariness.
"There's a problem with the story!"
For the first time, Luo Mang saw something other than lethargy in Emil's eyes.
With both hands resting on the bars of his cage, Emil began to speak on his own.
"When I was a child, I would always pester my mother to tell me bedtime stories.
She would hold a book of myths and tell me tales from Greek Mythology.
I knew all the Greek myths, except for one!"
Emil suddenly paused, his eyes widening significantly.
"Except for the story of Typhon, the Father of Monsters.
My mother only ever mentioned his name.
Without having heard it, I couldn't have imagined it myself."
Clap, clap—
In the vast cell.
A crisp sound of applause suddenly echoed.
Luo Mang looked at Emil with an expression of admiration.
"Well analyzed."
"So when are you going to get me out of here?"
Emil hadn't forgotten his purpose, shrinking back and quickly asking.
"Uh..."
"Did I ever say I was going to get you out?"
In Emil's stunned gaze, Luo Mang decisively stepped away.
After leaving the military base, Luo Mang looked up, pondering, yet showing no embarrassment from Emil uncovering the truth.
"Alright, now that Emil has caught on.
The rest is just a matter of time."
Beneath Luo Mang's glasses, his eyes glimmered with a ghostly light, and even in daylight, they exuded an unavoidable chill.
If it were the old Emil, he might have ended up like before.
Cleansed of all his Abomination, becoming a 'weakling' who made a living by throwing fake matches.
But now, with the seed Luo Mang had planted, Emil would inevitably be torn back and forth in agony.
When Emil's 'Abomination' reached its peak, it would be the time for Abomination to see the light of day again!
...
Back in New York.
Luo Mang was just about to visit May at Peter's house.
But in the next second, his attention was caught by a hand suddenly extending from an alley.
The hand was clad entirely in a red suit, yet it couldn't suppress its seductive allure.
It seemed to have noticed Luo Mang as well.
Seeing the hand, Luo Mang paused for a moment, then walked in without hesitation.
"Hey, stickup!
Hand over the most valuable thing you have!"
The suited figure spoke in a strange accent, holding a short knife to Luo Mang's neck.
It wasn't until Luo Mang got a clear look at the suited figure that he broke into a smile.
A long and arduous search had finally paid off.
Among all the superheroes and supervillains, the one whose whereabouts were hardest to track was likely the one before him.
Despite possessing only super combat skills and super healing abilities, he was harder to kill than most metahumans!
Even in the comic "Night of the Living Deadpool," he was devoured by a horde of zombies, yet it still didn't kill him.
He only needed a single cell to truly be reborn from a drop of blood!
Looking at Deadpool, Luo Mang, who was being threatened with a knife, instead smiled.
"Hey, hey, I'm the one robbing you now!
Why are you smiling like you've seen a bikini beauty?
But if you want, I'm not opposed~~"
As he spoke, Deadpool rubbed his fingers together.
Deadpool's cheeky banter was even more audacious than Spidey's.
Yet despite this, Luo Mang remained unperturbed.
The next words he spoke left Deadpool completely stunned.
"Do you want to restore your appearance?"
But in just an instant, Deadpool quickly reacted.
"Restore my appearance? What are you up to? I'm talking about the verb~
Actually, my current look has more texture, you know~"
Saying this, Deadpool was about to pull off his mask.
But just as he revealed his 'unsightly' mouth, Luo Mang stopped him.
"You can consider my offer as a condition for accepting a job.
Of course, if someone else offers a higher price, you can pretend I never said anything."
"Oh my God, are you serious?!"
Deadpool pressed his palms to his cheeks, feigning surprise.
"Don't you want what I'm saying to be true?" Luo Mang tilted his head, asking in return.
"You should know who you're talking to.
If you're lying to me, you'll end up like this hand... oh!!!"
With a 'crack,' Deadpool twisted his own hand off.
Right in front of Luo Mang, he writhed on the ground in pain.
However, the scene didn't last long, as Deadpool's severed wrist quickly healed.
Watching Deadpool's regenerative ability, a glint of desire flashed in Luo Mang's eyes.
Even though Deadpool's healing was slow at the moment, it still made Luo Mang envious.
Acquiring Deadpool's abilities would basically allow one to walk unchallenged in Marvel.
After all... Deadpool himself did just that...
Hands on his hips, he resumed his threatening tone.
"Believe me, no matter where you run, to the ends of the earth, you can't escape my pursuit!
I'll cling to you like a maggot on a bone!
Like the most wicked demon, I'll take every bone of yours..."
"Could you turn off the background music before you speak?"
Luo Mang pointed helplessly at the black phone in Deadpool's hand.
"Oh, oh."
Deadpool clumsily fumbled with his gloved hand, pressing several times before turning off the music.
"Right, what was I saying?"
"You said you agreed to my proposal."
"Did I? I don't remember that."
...
"Wow~~!
Does it have to be like this? Can't you be a little gentler with me?
Actually, if you just ask, I can do anything~~"
In the underground lab.
Deadpool was pinned to a recliner, his limbs secured by metal.
Yet there was no trace of panic in Deadpool's voice.
For him, who had experienced it before, this scene was just a minor inconvenience.
Dr. Connors stood beside Deadpool, holding a large syringe, the needle a full 20cm long.
"Uh~~"
The needle pierced into Deadpool's spinal cord, extracting a milky white fluid.
What would be a cruel scene for ordinary people was merely a casual stretch and a cheeky groan for Deadpool.
However, he instinctively felt uncomfortable with the scene before him.
Perhaps it was a residual effect from past experiments.
"It seems your arm has healed well, Dr. Connors."
Luo Mang stood to the side, nodding lightly, a greeting that warmed Connors' heart.
A flicker of amber flashed in his eyes.
"Thanks to you, Luo."
After extracting the spinal fluid, Connors seemed to remember something and pointed to the corner.
"I kept and repaired your old wheelchair for you.
Even though you won't need it anymore, it can serve as a memento, right?"
Following Connors' gesture, Luo Mang indeed found a display case in the corner.
White light emanated from the base of the case, and atop it was the pristine white wheelchair Luo Mang had used for many years.
After Luo Mang had smashed it, Connors had painstakingly reassembled it.
"Thanks, Connors."
Looking at the wheelchair, Luo Mang spoke softly in a voice only he could hear.