The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Mordred's words offended everyone.

The first person who couldn't help it was Lancelot, who was sitting on the left seat and had the highest status among the Knights of the Round Table. He looked directly at the newcomer coldly and said: "Mordred, don't forget that you are not ours yet.

The king is not qualified to reprimand us!"

"Soon...I will be."

Mordred sneered again and again, then turned and left the dark room. An unruly voice came: "I will use my own methods to save the fate of the Skrulls!"

In the darkness, his back was tall and lonely.

Like a lone wolf walking in the wilderness, alone on a road that no one understands.

When Mordred walked out of the room and came to a bright place, he slowly raised his head, revealing a weathered face and tired eyes.

And this face is that of Tony Stark!

He is one of the leaders of the Avengers, the superhero Iron Man who has more than half of the appeal and has saved the earth several times, but he is also the next king of the Skrulls, codenamed Mordred of the Round Table!

A codename full of ominousness and betrayal.

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A high-rise residential building in New York.

A man is lying in the living room, in the shape of a large font.

I saw more than a dozen barrels of gasoline and several yellow pieces of high explosives placed under him.

Judging from these alone, it is not difficult to guess.

This is a man preparing to commit suicide.

Snap!

A cigarette was lit, and the man held it in his mouth, tasting the smell of tobacco, the pungent irritation of his throat.

"hiss……"

The man took a hard puff, lay down on the gasoline cans, and slowly exhaled a stream of white air. Then, with an expressionless face, he flicked the cigarette butt toward the ceiling.

The moment you wait for the cigarette butt to fall, it will explode.

However, just when the cigarette butt was about to fall, it suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the whole room seemed to have stopped in time and space.

The man blinked, seeming a little surprised.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his sight, he spotted a man sitting on his sofa.

"Hello, Mr. Wilson."

Lord sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking so unique and indescribably weird in this still space.

The man stood up from the oil drum, stared at the uninvited guest, and said: "I'm not good, very bad. You interrupted my most important schedule and broke into other people's houses. Can I sue you?"

"Of course, this is the obligation that the law gives to every citizen, Mr. Wade Winston Wilson." Lord said calmly: "But before that, I have something I want to talk to you about.

I hope you don't mind."

Wade Winston Wilson sounds unfamiliar, but if you mention his other name, no one will know it-Deadpool!

That's right, this guy is Deadpool.

The most special foul-mouthed hero in the Marvel universe.

"I mind very much, you bastard!"

Deadpool looked at it coldly and said: "This is my favorite sofa. Move your butt away from here immediately and get out of my room!"

"Of course, but not now."

Lord said: "I will leave naturally after I finish talking to you, so why not listen first? What do you think?"

Deadpool looked around and found that time and space had stopped.

Even the burning flames showed a static scene. Knowing that there was no escape, he simply said: "Okay, then hurry up and say that I will commit suicide after that."

Lord said meaningfully: "What would you think if you suddenly discovered that you were a character in a comic book and that all the suffering you had suffered was just a story written by the editor for sales?

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"I'll think you're a fool!"

Deadpool raised a middle finger and breathed out: "Fakeyu, let me out quickly, or I will let you taste the feeling of having your mouth filled with bullets now!"

Isn’t this just pure psychosis?!

What about being in the comics world, about editing and sales, and what stories are there? I’m afraid there’s something wrong with this guy’s brain!

Deadpool's reaction was what Lord had expected.

Indeed, no one would believe such a shocking thing even if it were told.

And, under the corrective power of the world.

Even if some people really believe it, they will eventually forget about this incident due to the effect of world line correction.

But... there is one person who is different.

In the original work, Deadpool broke the fourth wall and reached the level of the narrator. Although he is still at the lower level of narrative, it at least proves that he has such potential.

And he came here this time just for Deadpool.

This is a bold temptation. He wants to know whether anyone can escape the control of the narrator.

Deadpool was still cursing loudly and in different ways.

If there is a dictionary of swear words, then inviting Deadpool as the compiler will definitely make the dictionary as thick as the Oxford Dictionary.

"So, after discovering that the world is a fake caricature."

Lord ignored Deadpool's curse and continued to ask: "Do you choose to continue to play dumb and act as a puppet at the mercy of the narrator, or do you choose to fight and break this invisible and intangible world?"

The fourth wall, seeking revenge on those damn narrators?”

"First Evolution"

"I will choose to use a giant cannon to fuck your mouth!"

Deadpool still maintained a high level of output, and even added some action, swinging the big bird on his crotch: "How about it? You bastard, do you want to try my giant cannon?"

He didn't believe what this guy said at all.

What world is a comic?

What breaks the fourth wall?

What kind of bullshit narrator?

He has a close relationship with Deadpool!

He is not a superhero, nor does he want to save the world. He just wants to commit suicide quietly.

"Then, our conversation ends here."

Lord stood up slowly, left a comic on the coffee table, and said with a smile: "I wish you a happy life, Mr. Wade."

As soon as the words fell, he disappeared.

It was as if it had never happened before, leaving no trace behind except the comic book on the coffee table.

Deadpool just wanted to take a look, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of a burning cigarette butt falling from the corner of his eye, and his eyes widened immediately.

"Fuck, you son of a bitch!

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Boom——!

Huge flames and explosions destroyed the entire floor.

The terrifying thick smoke and shock waves shattered the hard walls, and the broken glass flew through the air like hidden weapons.

In the midst of ruins and debris.

Deadpool was reborn after being blown to pieces and walked towards the coffee table naked. In such a violent explosion, this was the only object that was not destroyed or even intact.

On top of the coffee table is a comic book.

When he saw the cover of the comic, Deadpool's penis suddenly shrunk, and an uncontrollable chill shot up his spine, as if falling from an ice cellar.

"Deadpool... massacring the Marvel Universe?!"