The cold wind howled, and murderous intent surged across the ice plains.
Facing the open-armed, enthusiastic embrace of "Deadpool," "Abel's" response was simple and direct.
There was no nonsense.
Not even a ripple stirred in those dead, lifeless eyes.
The black naginata in his hand flipped violently, the blade slicing through the air and emitting a sharp, explosive sound.
Hum—!
A black-red crescent slash swept out across the surface of the ice, heading straight for "Deadpool's" waist and abdomen.
"Whoa! So enthusiastic?!"
"Deadpool" let out a strange cry, his feet pushing hard against the ice.
His entire body, like a spring compressed to the extreme, launched three meters into the air, performing a 720-degree backflip that completely defied human biomechanics.
Swish!
The black blade aura flew past the soles of his shoes, instantly slicing the peak off an iceberg behind him.
Amidst the rumbling sound of the collapse, "Deadpool" landed steadily on the giant skull of the "Leviathan."
He patted his chest, his red spandex suit covered in ice shards.
"Hey! Watch it! This suit is a limited edition, and it's a pain to wash!"
"Deadpool" pointed at "Abel" below, his tone filled with grievance.
"Abel" slowly straightened up, his naginata pointed diagonally at the ice.
The black tattoos on his body seemed to come alive, slowly crawling across his pale skin and exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Shut up, traitor."
His voice was hoarse, like two rough whetstones rubbing against each other.
"I am here to collect you."
"Abel" took a step forward, and the ice cracked inch by inch beneath his feet.
"Don't be so serious, iron lump."
"Deadpool" sat cross-legged on top of the giant beast's head, one hand propping up his chin, the other gesturing casually to the surroundings.
"Look around, "Abel.""
"Look at these little cuties in white uniforms, look at this ocean full of life."
He took a deep breath, as if smelling some peerless delicacy.
"What a perfect breeding ground."
"There are no containment measures here, no crazy doctors in lab coats, and certainly no damned concrete statue staring at your neck."
"Deadpool's" voice suddenly became fanatical.
He stood up abruptly, spreading his arms as if embracing the entire "World."
"The blacklight virus is like a fish in water here!"
"As long as we join forces and absorb the biomass of this "Planet," it will be enough for both of us to reach supreme evolution!"
"By then, the "O5 Council," the "Foundation," all of them will be on our menu!"
When these words were spoken, the entire scene fell silent.
The faces of all the "Marine Soldiers" instantly turned pale.
Absorb... this "Planet"?
Is this the goal of these monsters?!
To treat the entire "World" as fuel for evolution?!
"Absurd."
"Abel" spat out the two words coldly.
The red light in his eyes intensified, and the naginata in his hand began to tremble slightly, emitting a hum thirsty for blood.
"The flesh and blood of inferior creatures will only stain my blade."
"Since you are obsessed and unrepentant, then perish along with this pile of rotten meat."
Before the words faded, "Abel's" figure suddenly vanished.
Boom!
The air exploded.
The moment "Abel" disappeared, the giant beast skull beneath "Deadpool" suddenly sank.
Without any warning, a pitch-black naginata appeared out of thin air beside "Deadpool's" neck.
Before the blade arrived, the thick, nauseating stench of blood already stung his skin.
This strike was so fast it exceeded the limits of visual perception.
"Whoa! Slow down a bit, I haven't finished my touch-up!"
"Deadpool" cried out, his body folding backward at an extremely eerie angle.
His spine emitted a teeth-grinding crunch, as if his entire body had turned into a folded piece of paper.
Swish—!
The naginata swept past the tip of his nose, slicing off a few threads from his mask.
The terrifying blade pressure did not diminish, plowing a bottomless trench into the ice surface hundreds of meters behind him.
Seawater surged in, kicking up a sky full of ice shards.
"That was close! Almost turned into a headless horseman!"
"Deadpool" used the elasticity of his waist to snap back upright, drawing the dual blades from his back with a reverse grip.
The two "Adamantium" longswords carved two shrill, cold arcs through the air.
Clang!!
Sparks flew everywhere.
The longswords and the naginata collided violently in mid-air.
A massive shockwave spread outward with the two of them as the center, and the "Leviathan" beneath their feet let out a painful cry, its massive skull forced down by three meters.
"You're so strong! Do you eat Viagra for breakfast?"
"Deadpool's" palms split open, blood instantly staining the hilts of his blades.
But he didn't care, instead using the recoil force to drift backward, his feet stepping repeatedly in the air as if treading on invisible stairs.
"Abel" said nothing.
He gave his opponent no chance to breathe.
With a stomp, the solid ice shattered.
He transformed into a bolt of black lightning, instantly closing the distance.
The naginata in his hand vanished, replaced by a massive warhammer.
Whoosh—!
The warhammer, carrying the sound of wind and thunder, smashed down directly at the "Deadpool" in mid-air.
"Changing weapons again? Do you have a four-dimensional anus?"
"Deadpool" had no leverage in the air and could only cross his blades to block.
Bang!!!
A dull thud.
"Deadpool" was like a baseball being hit, smashing directly into the ice plains below.
The ice surface collapsed instantly, revealing a crater dozens of meters in diameter.
Amidst the flying ice shards, "Abel" descended from the sky, warhammer held high, delivering a vicious follow-up strike to the red figure at the bottom of the pit.
"Vergo," who had come to support alongside "Aokiji," watched as "Deadpool" fell into a disadvantage and said: "Admiral, should we move in to capture him now?"
"Wait a little longer."
A sharp light flashed beneath "Aokiji's" sunglasses.
He wanted to see what kind of Foundation the so-called "SCP Foundation" truly possessed.
Ice shards flew everywhere, and the cold was biting.
In the center of the massive crater, the smoke and dust had not yet dissipated.
"Aokiji" stood with his hands in his pockets, exhaling a puff of white air.
His eyes behind the sunglasses narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing through the sky full of ice shards, locking onto those two figures.
"Is this what they call... a war of high-dimensional civilizations?"
"Aokiji's" voice was very soft, audible only to "Vergo" beside him.
"Vergo" gripped his bamboo pole tightly, his brows furrowed slightly.
"Admiral, what do you mean?"
"Very strong."
"Aokiji" gave his assessment.
"Whether it's that freak in red or this ancient warrior named "Abel," in terms of physical technique and destructive power alone, they are enough to rank among the best in this ocean."
"They could even go toe-to-toe with the top-tier "Shichibukai.""
Having said this, "Aokiji" paused.
He recalled the scene where "Abel" regenerated his severed arm, and the eerie vitality of "Deadpool," who was still hopping around after being hit head-on by the warhammer.
"But..."
"Aokiji" shook his head, a playful arc curling at the corner of his mouth.
"If this is all it takes to destroy a "Planet," it's underestimating us 'natives' a bit too much."
As the highest combat power of "Marineford," "Aokiji" had absolute confidence.
The two monsters before him were indeed troublesome, especially that immortality trait.
But if he were to go all out regardless of the cost, combined with the "Buster Call" of "Marineford," this ocean could bury them.
"It seems the so-called "Foundation" is merely a group that has mastered some kind of eerie technology..."
"Aokiji" hadn't finished his sentence when a loud shout suddenly erupted from the bottom of the crater.
"Hey! You hammer-wielding primitive!"
"You gave me a herniated disc! This is a work-related injury! I'm going to file a claim with the "O5 Council"!"
Boom!
Crushed ice exploded.
"Deadpool" catapulted up from the deep pit.
His red and black spandex suit was tattered, revealing the mangled flesh beneath.
But those wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, pink granulation tissue wriggling frantically, and in the blink of an eye, he was restored to his original state.
"Damn it, this is my favorite suit."
"Deadpool" patted the dust off his backside and tilted his head to look at "Abel" opposite him.
"Can't you be a bit gentler? Do you have to make it so bloody?"
Hum—!
A heart-palpitating fluctuation suddenly erupted from within "Deadpool."
His body, which was originally only the size of an ordinary person, suddenly began to expand.
Countless black-red tentacles pierced through his spandex suit, dancing wildly around him like living venomous snakes.
That was pure biomass energy.
It was the essence of destruction condensed after plundering countless lives.
"Alright, game over."
""Abel," since you are unwilling to share this glory of evolution with me..."
"Deadpool's" voice changed.
It was no longer that frivolous, raspy duck voice.
Instead, it was as if countless voices were layered together, low, hoarse, and carrying a scalp-numbing echo.
"Then become a part of me!"