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

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"What are you waiting for?!"

Doctor Strange was horrified and forgot all about scolding the Ancient One. He shouted anxiously, "Go find Ian right now! He's the Great Evil God; he definitely has the power to fight that mechanical monster!"

Doctor Strange, that incompetent follower, finally remembered his master. Morgan nodded, and the armor released nanochains, completely releasing the restraints on Thor.

Upon gaining his freedom, Thor did not leap up and charge. Instead, he remained silent, lay on the ground, buried his face in the garbage, and let out a deep, frustrated sigh.

"Thor?!" Doctor Strange urged, "Get up! Ian needs backup!"

Thor slowly raised his head, tears welling in his eyes: "I don't have... a hammer."

"what?"

Doctor Strange was dumbfounded.

Thor's voice came through, muffled and filled with disappointment.

“My hammer… Mjolnir… was crushed by that mechanical monster… Without my hammer, how can I fight? I can’t even protect my father…” Odin’s disappearance again and the destruction of his weapon seemed to have dealt a huge blow to the god of thunder.

He also began to suffer from depression.

Yimou~

Doctor Strange wanted to say something more.

But then the usually taciturn Captain America spoke up: "My shield... was taken away too. The TVA said it was an 'abnormal item' and hasn't been returned yet."

Without his shield, Captain America's fighting power is indeed greatly reduced. Doctor Strange looked at this "Hammer God" and the "Shield King" and felt dizzy.

"So... our two combatants are now... Hammer God without hammer, Shield King without shield? That's your true form?" He rubbed his forehead, almost collapsing.

As the most normal of the heroes of this era, Doctor Strange was exhausted. He could only turn his hopeful gaze to the seemingly more decisive Sylvie and the technologically advanced Morgan.

"What do we do now?"

Doctor Strange's voice sounded uncomfortable.

“As expected, Ultron stole your heroic hearts.” Sylvie didn’t answer, but suddenly seemed to think of something and murmured thoughtfully.

at this time.

Morgan was nervously testing the energy readings in the area where Ian and the time monster Elios were locked in battle, using instruments mounted on his armor. The screen was filled with chaotic red warnings. The energy field there was extremely unstable, and even space itself was distorted. Not to mention getting close, even a ranged attack could trigger unpredictable chain reactions.

Sylvie looked at the devastated battlefield, her brow furrowed. She called out to Morgan, "Use your equipment! Think of something! Can we temporarily suppress or disrupt that time monster?"

Morgan shook his head helplessly, his little face full of distress: "Science isn't omnipotent... I only took some emergency supplies and the 'treasure chest' my dad left me with me when I went out... Who knew my first solo adventure would be so exciting, going straight into a cosmic-level BOSS and a time monster..."

She sighed, her tone even carrying a hint of world-weariness beyond her years, "Sure enough, Uncle Ian was right before. When children go out, they have to carry 99,999 trump cards with them, ready to overturn the table at any time... Alas, I was still too young and too naive."

Seeing that even the only big brother in the group was about to become depressed.

Doctor Strange rushed forward.

"So science can actually do it, right? You just didn't bring enough?" Doctor Strange caught the key information and immediately raised his hand wearing the sling ring, suggesting, "Then we can go back to your 'cozy' little house to replenish our equipment? It's in that universe full of zombies."

He remembered Morgan mentioning the laboratory her father had left her.

Morgan has not yet answered.

Sylvie immediately rejected the idea.

"Precise teleportation across the universe and time is too costly! Moreover, Ultron may have already locked onto us, and another large-scale space jump would be tantamount to exposing our coordinates!"

She remained cautious, after all, she had dealt with quite a few big bosses in the previous cosmic era.

"Then what do you suggest we do?!" Doctor Strange, who had only been in the industry for less than two and a half years and lacked experience, asked somewhat irritably, feeling that the current situation was somewhat dead end.

"This... um." Sylvie was speechless. She really couldn't come up with any good ideas that would work immediately. The current situation was vastly different from the action plan she had previously learned about. Facing a creature of the Time Monster's caliber, she was simply like a skilled cook without ingredients.

"Looks like you don't have any good ideas either," Doctor Strange sneered. Many people don't know that he's the most sarcastic of the Avengers.

Just when everyone was at a loss and the atmosphere reached a stalemate.

"Don't panic~ I'm here~ You still have me~" A confident, even slightly smug voice suddenly came from the pile of garbage at their feet.

Plop!

A pile of scrap metal and plastic was pushed aside, and a red and black figure emerged like a groundhog. It was Deadpool, who had been slapped away by Ultron earlier!

Although he was covered in dirt, grease, and some kind of slime, he looked... completely unharmed? Even more absurdly, he had a makeshift swaddle made from some tattered rag he'd found somewhere, and inside it was baby Odin! Odin had a dirty pacifier in his mouth.

of course.

The Deadpool doesn't mistreat itself.

Deadpool himself also has two pacifiers in his mouth, one more than Odin, which explains why his speech is a bit slurred.

"Father!"

Upon seeing this scene, Thor immediately leaped to his feet, rushed forward, and carefully yet forcefully snatched Odin from Deadpool's chest.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your son has saved you." Overjoyed, tears and snot streamed down his face as he tightly embraced Odin, keeping a wary eye on Deadpool.

Deadpool did not resist the challenge to Thor's capture; he even waved it off dismissively.

"Tsk, what's the point of fighting over him? He's not your own child, it's no fun taking him along, his crying is so annoying." As he spoke, Deadpool even stomped his feet on the spot, probably something he learned from Journey to the West. He wanted to say a few more words about Odin being a stupid kid, but was interrupted by an impatient Sylvie.

"You say you have a way? What way?" Sylvie asked anxiously. Now, no possibility could be overlooked, even if the person standing in front of her was the most unreliable person in the universe... the second most unreliable person in the universe.

Deadpool heard this.

There was no direct answer.

Instead, she deliberately lifted her mask to reveal half of her face, which bore burn scars but was trying to put on a "wicked and arrogant" expression, and winked at everyone.

The effect was quite terrifying.

"Ta-da! Look what this is!" He proudly pulled out a very old-fashioned, even slightly rusty... TV remote from his back pocket.

"I am Deadpool! Just now, when that tin can Ultron was beating me up, I casually stole the controller he used to operate that big guy outside, Helios!"

He brandished the remote control, brimming with confidence, "Just press a button and that big guy will immediately lie on the ground, exposing his belly, so you can rub it all you want!"

"How about that? Isn't it amazing?" Under the skeptical gazes of the crowd, Deadpool confidently pressed the largest red button on the remote control.

however.

The wind still howls.

Nothing happened.

In the distance, Ian was still engaged in a passionate hand-to-hand combat with Elios.

"I handcrafted this Poké Ball, it's made with pure dedication, how is it not a Master Ball? Damn it! Get it in here!" Ian's furious curses and roars were incessant.

Upon seeing this, Deadpool's smile froze for a moment.

"Uh...maybe it's not this button?" he muttered, pressing all the buttons on the remote control, from power to volume up and down to channel switching!

Still... nothing happened.

The scene was completely silent. Only the sound of the wind in the junkyard and the distant sounds of fighting could be heard.

"Is it possible that it really is just a regular remote control?" Everyone stared at Deadpool as if he were an idiot.

"Nonsense! Ultron doesn't need to watch TV! He can play paid porn movies in his head by himself! I envy him so much!" Deadpool felt he had lost face and slammed the remote control on the ground—of course, his anger didn't last long, and he picked it up again with a pained expression and blew off the dust.

“Deadpool never makes a mistake! How could I possibly steal the wrong thing?! If the controller isn’t working, there’s only one possibility!” He turned around abruptly, pointed to the intense battlefield in the distance, and declared loudly in a resolute and unquestionable tone: “That guy is definitely not Elios!”

Deadpool, at least, believed his own judgment.

Everyone: "…………"

No one present thought this statement was even slightly plausible.

Even baby Odin seemed to spit out the pacifier in disgust.

Deadpool, seeing the "you're a fool" looks on everyone's faces and his completely broken "remote control," felt utterly humiliated. But who was Deadpool? How could he only have one solution?

"Alright, alright! Looks like you won't learn until you're faced with the truth! No problem! Deadpool has a backup plan! A more awesome, more exciting, and absolutely problem-solving Plan B!"

Deadpool stood with his hands on his hips, looking like he was saying, "You've forced me to use my ultimate move," under the strange gazes of everyone, including Odin, who was being held in Thor's arms and spitting out a pacifier.

Deadpool reached into his crotch, which seemed to connect to another dimension, and started rummaging around as if he were digging in a small garden.

After some fumbling, the guy pulled out a... basketball-sized, silver-white metal box with complex fluid patterns on its surface.

This box looks incredibly high-tech, a stark contrast to the old-fashioned remote control we had before.

"Look closely, mortals!" Deadpool held up the box as if displaying a treasure. "This is something I smuggled from Ultron's private vault—the prototype of the Ultimate Cradle of Life! According to the manual, no living being can refuse to enter its embrace!"

"There must be the smell of a mother's womb in there!" he said, his words flowing like a river. Before anyone could process this outrageous information, he mustered all his strength and, like a shot putter, hurled the "ultimate cradle of life" towards the direction where Ian and the Time Monster were locked in battle!

"Go, Mom of Ultron! Show me your magic!"

Deadpool shouted expectantly.

He has a lot of influence.

then……

Then there is no more.

The so-called "Cradle of Ultimate Life" had just flown into the edge of the raging energy field created by Ian's battle with the Time Monster, a field that had even shattered space itself, when it was crushed, decomposed, and absorbed by the extremely chaotic energy currents that were capable of tearing apart the laws of nature.

It was directly transformed into a negligible amount of nourishment for the Time Monster.

Not a sound was made.

"Fuck you! Ultron is no good! He learns nothing but counterfeit goods!" Deadpool cursed as he turned around, only to see the same, even more intense, expressions of disbelief from the crowd behind him, as if they were looking at an idiot, with a hint of suspicion that he might be a spy sent by the other side.

Deadpool, somewhat annoyed by the gaze, put his hands on his hips and sighed helplessly: "There's no other way! It seems that conventional methods won't work against monsters of this level! In that case, we'll have to use the ultimate, oldest, but also the most effective method!"

With a "whoosh," he drew the two iconic steel knives from his back, their blades gleaming coldly in the eerie light at the end of time.

"quick!"

Deadpool pointed the knife at the group, his tone becoming "serious," "Who among you is closest to that guy? Has the deepest bond? Is it a life-or-death friendship? Come forward and let me kill him a couple of times!"

Everyone: "???"

Deadpool explained in all seriousness: "Believe me! This is a universal law! As long as someone is sacrificed, especially the one you're closest to, that guy will immediately sense it and then unleash a barrage of lines like 'Bonds!' 'Friendship!' 'My turn to draw cards!'!"

"My strength will increase by tens of thousands! Killing the BOSS will be a piece of cake! That's how the script is written!" As he spoke, he scanned Doctor Strange, Captain America, Thor, Sylvie, and even Morgan Stuart with a malicious look, as if he was choosing which sacrifice would be the most effective.

Odin was not chosen.

The main reason is that Deadpool knows that babies won't pass censorship and are very difficult to kill.