"You've come that far, too?" Mercaren didn't show much expression at Theodore's answer, and looked calm as if it should be.

"You know the secret?" Theodore's golden pupils glowed with majesty, and he raised an eyebrow as if he was a little surprised.

"I know, what we are doing now is this experiment, injecting the extracted deep-sea blood into the body of a person with the talent of the Admiral, which will make their talent go up a level, and at the same time pay the price of life, he will age faster than others, like you are now, so that the age of confusion is about to die."

"Is there no way out?"

"Not yet, it seems like a mysterious price." Macallen shook his head, "It's like an equal exchange contract, the deep-sea blood entering the human body will lurk in some form, and continue to stimulate potential. You know, the only requirement to be able to become an Admiral is to have talent, and talent is not known to be cultivated, but is predestined. Like an unknown bloodline, there are high and low, and this contract can break down the boundaries and make the low-level talent jump to the top. ”

"Sounds like a chemical catalyst?"

"I don't want to admit it, but that's exactly what you say. There is a factor in the Admiral's blood, which is why the talent can exist, and the infusion of evil words can cause this stable chemical reaction to change drastically, forming a more violent existence. This will give them a powerful talent, but it will also make them irritable, like a powder keg, which will explode at the touch of it. ”

"So your emotions will get out of control?"

"Indeed, this is the conclusion that we have done countless experiments, as long as animals, whether humans or monkeys, are injected with bad words, their body indicators will skyrocket in the following months, but they will also become more irritable, and the slightest wind and grass will bare their teeth in the iron cage and yell at us, and only the end of life will stop them."

"What will they become in the end? Will you grow old like an ordinary person, or will you metamorphose into a monster-like existence? Theodore looked at Mecarron's serious expression, as if guessing that the ending was not as simple as he imagined, and he stared into Mercarron's eyes, wanting to see the answer from inside.

"You guessed that, didn't you?" The corners of Macallon's mouth twitched, smiling rather than smiling. "As you might think, they're going to end up being Deadpool, and different animals will become different Deadpools, monsters with spikes on their mouthparts, tentacles, and hard armor."

"So is my end?" Theodore asked in a deep voice, he already knew the answer to the question, but he didn't want to believe it, and was making a final struggle.

Mecarron did not answer, just remained silent. It took a long time for him to speak slowly, and said in an uncertain tone, "Maybe so." He didn't make eye contact with Theodore, just looked up at the crumbling ceiling, at the cracked walls, like human bodies, threatening to collapse at any moment. He didn't know how many days this old friend had left, and he didn't know what choice he would make when he became Deadpool, but he simply felt that the air at the moment was slowly solidifying, freezing time and space, and also freezing the two people in the room, and no one spoke, as if their hearts and lungs were also frosted.

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Theodore shuddered and pulled a cigar out of his gray coat, put it in his mouth, took out a match and lit it, and the smell of saltpeter mixed with the fragrance of cigars began to permeate the room. He held his dry knuckles between them, inhaled the hot and humid smoke into his lungs, and seemed to come back to life. Smoke erupted from his nose and he managed to squeeze out a smile. "What are you going to do now? Do you want to continue to work with the deep sea or do you have other plans? He didn't dwell on the question he had just asked, he already knew the answer, even though it was an abyss of despair.

"It's supposed to be to continue our plan, we fought for it in the first place, and now we don't see the final outcome and there is no need to stop." He stood up and stood in front of the window with a thin ice mist, and there was a blur of ice and snow outside, and he could even feel the chill here. "The deep sea has completely abandoned us now, and we don't need to continue walking with them."

"So we're going to go it alone?" Theodore raised an eyebrow.

"Do you think we've ever been a partner?" Mecarron shook her head, as if laughed. "From the very beginning of the choice, we are already destined to move forward alone, we have no way back but to light up the world in the dark, even if it ignites ourselves." His tone was low, as if he was a general standing at the front, arrogantly wearing armor and holding a sharp sword, his eyes flashing with indomitable conviction.

"So we don't have any way back now?"

"Never, all the time." Mercaren turned to look at Theodore, who was sitting on a wooden chair, and the golden light in his eyes began to fade, returning to its original emptiness and gloom, as if desperate death, and there was not a trace of light in it. "And what do you do now?" He spoke in a flat tone, whispering such a sentence for no reason, like a casual question.

"What can I do, take one step at a time." Theodore smiled and shrugged, looking as if nothing had happened. As he spoke, he sighed, holding the smoking cigar between his fingers, and said with emotion: "No one can escape the fate of death, everyone is walking towards death from birth, and I will have such an ending since I picked up the tube of reagents, I have been prepared since I picked up the tube of reagents." My lifelong credo is to get nothing for nothing, and since I have received such a surprise gift, I naturally have to pay the price accordingly. There is never anything in the world that can be obtained without giving, even if it is an empty love. ”

"Then why do you drink the bad words, I remember telling you when I left, it was a poison dangerous enough to be sealed forever." Macallen's expression was solemn, as if he hated iron but not steel. "You've always been like that, and you've never listened to other people's advice."

"There is always curiosity about what you haven't tried before, and how do you know what the poison tastes like if you don't try it." He looked up like a stubborn child and looked at Macaren. "Now I know that sweet things are often poisonous, so that people can drink them willingly."

"So you're wasting your life in vain? It's like something you don't care about, just throw it away! Macaren clenched his fists, with a sparkle of anger between the lines. You've always been like this, every time I say something, you haven't heard it! What would it be like to listen to my advice once! ”

"But now it's useless for you to say anything, and the evil words are gone, just like Adam and Eve, who ate the forbidden fruit, there is no possibility of spitting it out." There was not the slightest regret in Theodore's tone, and his dark eyes began to brighten again, like bright stars, shining again. "While I'm still alive and have the strength to breathe, I hope you don't keep me waiting too long, so that I can do my last bit for our plan." The golden light is like a precious jewel, giving off its own light to the fullest, like a burning candle, swaying life.

Mecaren looked at Theodore and was silent for a long time. Slowly loosening the knuckles he was clenching, he sighed and whispered, "How strong has your talent been?" I remember that you were the best of us before, and now you shouldn't be weaker than before. ”

"Of course, I'm more than ten times stronger than my previous self." He stood up, and his old and broken body burst out with an astonishing momentum like a tiger awakened, like a violent storm, which made people dare not face it. He spoke slowly, word by word. "I think I can fight that guy." There was a fire of confidence burning in his eyes, like a god descending from him, with the power to destroy the world.

"Has your dragon power reached that point?" Macallen sighed softly, and in Theodore's sleeves and neckline, he could faintly see cyan dragon scales, which seemed to cover his entire body.

"Indeed." He raised his hand, revealing the cyan dragon scales covered with dry arms, the scales on them opened and closed one by one, like a special metal, shining in the warm light, slowly opening and closing, making a metallic hammering sound, crisp and loud. He could no longer be called a human, like a monster with a dragon's tail, like a proud creature that only existed in mythology, and his golden iron eyes burned silently like an eternal will. He slowly moved his body and let out a terrifying roar. Sharp claws pierced his knuckles, replacing his knuckles, and a chill shimmered in the sharp starlight. "I'm almost perfect now, and I'm just one step away from turning into a real dragon." The tone of his voice at the moment was not at all like an old man who was about to lie in a coffin, but like a young man full of vitality, controlling endless energy and the power to tear everything apart.

"It's really only one step away, I think this is already the limit, and further is perdition." Mercaron looked at the terrifying monster in front of her without the slightest fear, and her pupils reflected a cyan light. He knew that the other party's natural skill, Long Wei, could borrow the power of the dragon to strengthen himself and make his body stronger. This not very powerful talent has emerged under the evolution of Evil Words, and it has appeared magnificent. Like the theory of evolution, Theodore has climbed up from the bottom to the top. Although it is still a long way from the altar, it is not too much off, like a prime minister, standing above ten thousand people under the king.

Theodore shook his head and sneered, raising his explosive arm, the cyan dragon scales surging with endless divine power, he looked at his claws, each one as thin as a cicada wing oozing a metallic glow. He whispered like a king pronouncing his judgment. "Even if it's just that, I don't think that deep sea is enough to see in front of me, Mecarron, you say that her blood will be more vivid and sweeter." He stretched out his red tongue, which danced like a snake, and licked his dragon claws fiercely, exuding a bloodthirsty smile.