"I seriously suspect that this guy is a mutant monster left by Wade in a certain universe. I will remember to stab him a few times to see if he will heal on his own.

If so, remember to throw him into the furnace of the world and destroy him humanely before he can move.

We already have an annoying number of Deadpools, we don’t need any more.”

"puff"

As soon as Seb finished speaking, four dark red hell scalpels were inserted into the four most painful places on Mr. Black's body, while Mr. Merlin was staring at the expressionless expression with interest in a way of observing a test subject.

Lord Evil God.

The good news is that the nerves destroyed by Tyrion haven't healed yet, so he can't feel any pain.

The bad news is that the Void's healing speed doesn't seem to be any slower than that of mutants.

"He is not."

Raven stretched out his hand and gently pulled out the scalpel from Blake's body, turned around and said something to Seb. It is said that the owner of a bar in Gotham nodded and seemed to be really relieved.

Hello!

You guys are actually a bunch of jokers who don't care about human life, right?

"I'm starting to like your way of doing things."

The pirate said in a loud voice:

"Then continue speaking, Your Excellency, I am listening, and I promise not to interrupt you."

"Very good, I like children who know the rules. When you are healed, I will take you to Gotham to see the world. A group of m77 Nebula dancers just came to my bar. Each girl has seven legs, six heads, and ten

A few tentacles serve as hands, which are very powerful.

It definitely fits the unique aesthetics of an evil god like you."

Seb raised his glass to Black and continued:

"The difference between our brotherhood and other organizations is that our members are all lost people from the other side of the Wall of Origin. Merlin, explain to him what the Wall of Origin is."

"It's the wall that separates the multiverse from the real world.

Mr. Raven finished his treatment operation, dropped the two perfectly healed gods into Blake's body, then wiped the blood on his hands with a handkerchief, and picked up his own glass of wine.

While shaking in a very gentlemanly manner, he said briefly:

"I mean, the only barrier between our common hometown and this multiverse that was born in the fantasy of all things. As for the lost ones, you know, there are always legends about 'traveling' circulating there.

Most of the unlucky ones there were just thrown into different times, but some of them were luckier or more unfortunate, and they would be thrown into the other side of the wall of origin.

I'm talking about the situation of the four of us, Dick who left us, and the two 'nuisances' who got crazy and decided to leave us and run out to go it alone."

"You call them, nuisances,?"

Tyrion, who was savoring the wine, suddenly said:

"You personally selected those two fellow countrymen. They submitted their resignations just to look for more possibilities. This is not a betrayal. But you are so mean to your former subordinates. I seriously doubt that Dick left us because of you.

A mean character."

"And his unfortunate name!"

Seb echoed in a low voice.

"I told you, Dick's departure has nothing to do with his name!"

Tyrion emphasized, and then Seb sneered and said:

"Really? Does it really matter? Then try being called every day (this chapter is not over yet!)

3. We are short of people and you look like a human being. So, one of the three is missing, will you come?

The feeling of being a ‘big boy’, I guess it must be very uncomfortable.”

"Gentlemen, gentlemen! Can you please take care of the newcomer?"

Blake saw the three guys quarreling again and screamed:

"Please explain to me what I should know first, and then you can continue your quarrel.

To be honest, I don’t know the gentleman named Dick, and I don’t understand him, but I think if you keep arguing like this, then he may just leave simply because he wants to find a quiet place to relax.”

These words made the three guys with extraordinary backgrounds in front of them fall silent at the same time.

After a few seconds, Seb changed into a big boss posture, crossed his legs and leaned on the sofa, stared at Blake, and said calmly:

"In short, you can think of the Brotherhood of Shadows as a fellow society that takes in the Beyonders. We don't have any lofty goals. We just want everyone from the same place to have a place to stay in this strange multiverse.

Our organization has been developing very well before.

Under Merlin's suggestion, we began to actively search for those lost people who were thrown into the multiverse from the void and sent their souls to different worlds to live a new life, and selected outstanding enough members from them to join the Brotherhood to help with work.

But something went wrong.

The two brothers responsible for this matter had just resigned not long ago, and at this juncture, Dick, one of the elders of the brotherhood, suddenly left without saying goodbye.

As you can see, there are only three of us left in this organization now, and you are the fourth and one of the last batch of lost people we sent to different worlds.

I have to admit that I seriously overestimated the "success rate" of my fellow villagers..."

Tyrion next to him took a sip of wine filled with ice and explained to Blake:

"The last batch of thirty compatriots were thrown into thirty different new timelines based on the Azeroth universe. We reached an agreement with the Pantheon and the Bronze Dragon Legion to treat this as an exploration time.

Diversity experiment.

But among the thirty fellows who were released at the same time, six did not survive the first three years of rebirth, and twelve died in the pursuit of a new life. We had to erase the memories of their deaths and let them change their lives.

Live the rest of your life in a safe world.

The remaining people have found family, friends and lovers in different Azeroth. We have communicated with them, and they finally chose to live ordinary lives.

Just you, Blake.

Among these thirty fellows, you are the only one who has met the brotherhood’s criteria for selecting new members. In fact, through my mother’s perspective, I almost watched your rise throughout the process.

I have to say, even by the most demanding standards, you have done a very good job."

"So, we gave that chart."

Lord Raven stood beside the sofa holding a wine glass, looked at Blake gently, and said:

"You came here, passed the induction ceremony, and we decided to offer you a new job and promote you to management.

"Well, I'm honored, all three of you."

Black lay on the sofa like a paralyzed patient and said to the three people looking at him:

“But if there are only four people in our organization, including me, then there doesn’t seem to be anything exciting about being in management.

Moreover, I just captured a very important information.

You just said that the Wall of Origin collapsed...So, the only obstacle that separates our hometown from the multiverse is gone. Will this have any bad effects?"

The three guys looked at each other, and Mr. Merlin, the most academic person, answered:

"No phenomena worthy of attention have been observed so far, but according to our predictions, there may be some waves in the near future. Although we are all bad guys who deserve to go to hell, we don't want our peaceful hometown to be destroyed.

Damn shit like the multiverse affects.

So, before you arrive, we are discussing a plan..."

"A discussion like just creating a folder?"

The pirate rolled his eyes and asked.

Seb laughed dumbly and said to Tyrion beside him:

"I'm really starting to like this guy, his venomous tongue is always on point, (this chapter is not over yet!)

3. We are short of people and you look like a human being. So, one of the three is missing, will you come?

We need such a pistachio. In this difficult time, we need some happiness.

"So, what's your answer?"

Tyrion stared at Blake, his cold single eye shining with indifference.

He said:

"If you agree to join us, the three of us will immediately upgrade your container to "God." The ultimate strength of this level is considered an entry benefit, but you have to bear the corresponding responsibilities, and then you have to walk the next road by yourself.

"

"Well, is there a higher power above the gods?"

Blake asked.

Lord Raven shrugged and said:

"This multiverse is much more dangerous than you think. A fledgling god is not enough to deal with those bad guys. You have just stepped out of the cradle. My dear Blake, don't think too much.

Tyrion didn't even use 30% of his strength when he beat you, and he's the weakest of the three of us."

"Stop pretending, you two noobs pecking each other, what is there to show off in a single universe? I, a multiverse-level boss, am accompanying you to play monkey tricks here, am I proud of you?"
To be continued...