[comprehensive] villain friend

Dolores must die【Ⅸ】

"...death is life."

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Wade stared at Francis's, vicious face above the glass dome.

——How can there be such a disgusting existence in the world?

Not only this man, but this lab, and even this damn Marvel universe—

They're both annoying... Wade doesn't even have the urge to [beep—] at them.It all looks stupid.This awful world happened to be his world.

... so boring.At this moment, he suddenly realized that everything was for the story.Whether it's Dolores' death, or Charlie's touching, or Francis' disgusting now... everything is for the protagonist and the development of the story.

Wade suddenly understood it all.He even felt that the feelings he had shown before were a bit superfluous and ridiculous.is it necessary?After all, we are all characters in comics, aren't we?The big deal is to make the editorial department spend two more manuscripts to resurrect everyone and make a parallel universe happy ending~ But if this is the case, the plot will fall into a cliché, and the comics may not have enough sales, which is not good——

"You should thank me—" Francis vowed, his eyes narrowed slowly, and his movements froze in mid-air, as if he was irritated by Wade's eyes at this time, "Shouldn't you thank me? Oh ——Wade, you should really look at yourself now, if I were you, I would rather commit suicide."

Wade didn't speak.

"Look." Francis smiled, as if satisfied, "You can't say anything against it, can you?"

--be opposed to?What is there to object to.Wade figured, anyway, he's familiar with the superhero routine that menopausal old guys love—revenge, revenge, then indecisive when it comes to taking down the bad guy, just keep getting revenge—but he swears he's not going to do that, he's going to Avoid that routine and kill Francis.

He stared vaguely at Francis' head.

——Yes, one knife, first through his forehead, let him die thoroughly, and make up a few more knifes, in case the editorial department has something to do and pulls the villain out for a while, he can chop him to pieces—OK idea.

Francis took a step back, a little wary: "...What are you doing, Wade?"

"..." Wade remained silent.

Francis sneered, glanced at Wade, and turned his back: "...enjoy the rest, maybe you will meet Dolores again?"

"..." Wade watched him walk away in silence, grinning slightly.A match was spit out from his mouth, and it just landed in his hand, and he easily held it in his hand.

"I'm the best at this—" Wade murmured, "Hey fools, they sure didn't notice, and that smelly woman didn't see that I took her matches. How could Wade not talk Everyone should remember that if they don’t talk, it’s the reason why they don’t talk—I’m Marvel’s new superhero...or a super villain...I think I’m a super villain."

— Oxygen is getting less and less.

Quickly, he struck the match with his nails—

"He doesn't understand at all..."

The match was thrown to the air circulation device by Wade, and the flame was instantly sucked away by the air circulation device, like a vengeful dragon, galloping out through the narrow passage regardless of everything——

"boom--"

The flames exploded suddenly, and the huge roar smashed away all obstacles with the impact heat, and the laboratory collapsed, covering up Wade's last mocking statement.

"I'm the main character."

Now, revenge begins.

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The night is watching everything indifferently, on the ruins there are still raging flames swaying in the wind, the blood and flames are dyed in shades of red, violence, hoarseness, pure power, entanglement, fighting, bloody watering all sin and death, when a man The war ended, the last ray of flames was greedily and unwillingly burned out, and even Wade, who was resurrected from the dead, staggered away from the ashes.

At dawn, all is quiet.The breeze swept over this tomb where sins were buried, leaving only a few wisps of black smoke, lingering and slowly rising.

In the dust that annihilated everything, slowly, another woman crawled out.

A woman with black hair and dark eyes.

Dolores moved slowly, using her fingers to pick up the long, charred hair on the left side, looked at it, and then slowly let it go.

Her abdomen was smeared with large red patches from front to back, and a steel bar unfortunately ran through her body, pinning her in place. She managed to break it open with great effort, and the blood almost stained the entire blouse.

——But now the wound has recovered.

She supported herself and finally stood up in this devastated place.

The night wind gently surrounded her, and the dust swirled. She saw that there was still a half-moon hanging in the sky, and the sky on the other side was slightly bright, almost transparent white, and the world was peaceful like a full stop.

The world was still going on, just like every morning she had seen in New York, pregnant with everything—all hope, all despair; all good, all evil.

The world has never changed, only she has changed.

Dolores once thought she was sane and wise enough.

until this moment.

Standing among the barren ruins, she seemed to be standing on the tip of the highest sky, overlooking the whole world.

Francis's large-dose drug injection was indeed effective-she guessed that his "work" would stimulate rapid cell proliferation... This super-normal metabolic rate brought certain side effects-the unbearable pain produced in the process Pain, in order to avoid this pain, Dolores' body even "dead" by itself.

But when everything was slowly accepted, she woke up again—countless cells were regenerated to fill the gaps, all the wounds were constantly repairing themselves, and even the brain cells were proliferating crazily.

…what does it feel like to have an overgrowth of brain cells?

——Those things that were vague, incomprehensible, and incomprehensible before were disintegrated in her mind overnight, everything is knowable, and everything is under control.

...how she came here, why she came here, who brought her here, and what she hoped she would bring...Everything is like a formula clearly laid out in front of Dolores, All she needs to do is see it and use it.

Dolores finally laughed at the cruel world.

——The moment she was closest to death was also the farthest from death.She is a puppet, and after all, she cannot escape the domination of fate.

Dolores felt that she was also falling apart along with those incomprehensible stubbornness, turning into powder and blowing away with the wind.

Her face was still calm, but she herself in the memory palace burst out laughing and collapsed among the scorched ruins, like a crazy prophet who glimpsed her own sad and ugly fate, and lost Everything, watching everything become empty, the long-standing fixed concepts are completely destroyed, and I can only be at a loss and be at a loss.

At this moment, she was like those children who built castles of colorful building blocks. At the last moment, they heard an ominous sound, and looked back to see everything collapsed—that was the castle she had built for many years!

Dolores sat on the ground, on top of the ashes of the fortress, looking at her fingers.

Her body hasn't really improved.If normal cell proliferation can refer to the example of Captain America-his body became extremely strong, then there is no doubt that everything that happened to Dolores was a failure.No, maybe it can’t be said that—to be precise, the reason why she can’t improve her physical condition is because the world is rejecting her, or she is rejecting the world.

...She really does not belong to this world.She came from another, another world far calmer than this one.And what brought her to this world—she called it "the will of the world"—wasn't just trying to drag her here for sightseeing, but had a purpose.Perhaps it is precisely because of the "purpose" that Dolores' death has been prevented again and again.

...but it does nothing to prevent the mutual exclusion of Dolores, who is not of this world, and the world itself.So finally - it has a new way.

Dolores looked at her stomach again.

No scars can be seen there now.She recalled the feeling when she tried to pull out the steel bar just now—fortunately, it didn't go through the bed, otherwise she really couldn't rely on strength to separate it from herself. Apart from this little luck, Dolores Stan seemed to have no other feelings.

Pain when pulling out rebar? ... No, no.Nothing at all.Her mind is at peace, as is her body as her mind.

Dolores looked around, searching for a suitable tool, before she managed to spot a shattered piece of glass, blackened by the fire.She picked it up indifferently, found the sharp side aimed at her wrist, and slid down hard——

There were no unexpected interruptions, and no unknown forces hindered.Dolores slashed his wrist unimpeded.

Blood oozes, and Dolores looks at the wound as she would look at someone else's.

— without any pain.

Even, not too long, the blood stopped flowing, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and returned to a smooth state, only the blood remaining on the wrist proved that there was indeed a wound there.

"...It burned my nerve endings and made me lose my sense of pain." Francis' words jumped out of the memory palace in an instant.

Dolores shook the corner of her mouth inexplicably.

That sounds pretty true to the current situation, doesn't it?

... What a good idea.Dolores thought that what she thought she was going to was the gate of death, but in fact everything was running in the opposite direction.Now the other person doesn't even have to stare at her for fear that she'll kill herself if she doesn't pay attention - no need to intervene anymore...is it necessary?Anyway, now she can heal the wound by herself...even the pain is gone.

She sighed softly, looking only slightly helpless.However, the blackness in the bottom of the eyes was almost boiling.

Now that the matter has come to this point—it is obvious that she has no way to get out of the current predicament before she acts according to that so-called will, so why does she avoid this avenue and choose another path?

Anyway, it doesn't matter—the so-called "task" does not violate her will in any way, if there is any violation... She slowly thought that if there was, she would also tear up this so-called "task". the will of the world".

——As Wade said, do whatever you want, isn't it?

A gentle but temperatureless smile slowly emerged on her lips.

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, we will go back to New York.

Get out of the way!It's time to start building socialism!

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I remember a little cutie seemed to guess that the heroine would have the same self-healing ability as Wade.Come, come, report your name, and I will give you an award~~~

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