Chapter 394: God

That, too—telling him to treat Wakanda well.

But "be careful of Wade Winston Wilson"... what did that mean? Blaine knew Wade Winston Wilson. That was Deadpool.

Thinking back, the last time they met—if his memory wasn’t wrong—it was around Civil War, when the non-registration faction led by Captain America clashed with the registration faction led by Iron Man.

At that time, Deadpool was sketching little Spider-Man with a drawing board. When Blaine noticed him, the guy jumped straight down from upstairs the moment their eyes met.

What was even stranger was that when Blaine rushed over, Deadpool’s body had vanished, leaving behind only a pool of blood on the ground.

Moreover, Blaine had killed him once before. So why would the prehistoric Bounty Hunter warn him about such an inconspicuous little character before dying? Could it be that this insignificant bastard could one day turn the world upside down and become a true big boss?

Still, since the prehistoric Bounty Hunter had said this to Blaine with his final words, there had to be some truth to it. If they met again in the future, Blaine would simply stay on guard.

"O-of..."

"You’re awake."

Just as Blaine took a breath and stood up, the voice beneath the vibranium meteorite sounded once more. No—it wasn’t a mysterious voice. It was Black Panther’s voice. Blaine recognized it instantly, even after millions of years. He had heard it just moments ago.

"Yes, senior."

Blaine was more than willing to address someone who could make a prehistoric Bounty Hunter pursue revenge so desperately after countless experiences.

"Well? What did you dream about?"

Perhaps after sleeping here for so many centuries, this prehistoric Black Panther had grown far too lonely, eager to pull Blaine into a conversation.

"Ah... a dream of ten thousand years. I saw you when you were young."

Blaine didn’t hide anything and spoke the truth. Anyone capable of earning the trust of a prehistoric Bounty Hunter certainly deserved Blaine’s trust as well.

"Oh? Interesting."

"It seems you saw that person too?"

"Yeah. Watching him go so desperate for you—he was incredibly handsome."

"Bullshit. Obviously stupid. Incredibly stupid."

"Using a broken body to fight Celestials—wasn’t that just courting death? Hmph..."

For some reason, when Blaine brought this up, the prehistoric Black Panther’s emotions suddenly became intense.

"Haha, but he still killed the Celestial who killed you."

"I don’t think it’s stupid to fight five Celestials with one’s own strength. On the contrary, it’s very handsome—extremely handsome."

"What five Celestials?"

"I’m ashamed of myself..."

"Mr. Hunter, you shouldn’t—woo, woo, woo..."

When Blaine described the prehistoric Bounty Hunter fighting against five Celestials, Black Panther actually began to cry. Who would have thought that a soul that had survived for millions of years—no, merely a fragment of shattered energy—would break down so completely from just a few of Blaine’s words. One could imagine how meaningful everything the prehistoric Bounty Hunter had done truly was.

And it was easy to imagine that over so many centuries, the prehistoric Black Panther must have spent every single day drowning in self-blame. For that man, he believed the most correct decision he had ever made in his life was choosing to follow the right person.

"Yeah, he really shouldn’t have done that."

"But if it were me, I’d do it too."

"And I’m sure—if it were you, you would rush forward without hesitation, even if it meant death, wouldn’t you?"

Sensing that the prehistoric Black Panther had fallen silent, Blaine spoke again.

"Hmph, nonsense."

"If something like that happens again, this old man will not allow you to go alone."

"It has to be me who goes."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the prehistoric Black Panther became animated at once. Blaine had thought he would say something like, ’If it were me, I would definitely stand in front of the prehistoric Bounty Hunter...’

"Senior, tell me the secret about that man."

"I want to hear your stories."

At this moment, Blaine bowed deeply to the mummy seated upon the vibranium throne, then sat cross-legged across from him.

Who would have imagined that the ruthless, murderous Bounty Hunter from outside—arrogant and unrestrained—would now be so well-behaved? No, not just well-behaved, but like a junior.

A junior who truly respected his elder.

"Alright. You don’t need to ask—I’ll tell you."

"That was a very long time ago."

"Millions of years? Or hundreds of millions? It’s been so long that I can hardly remember."

"At that time, there was no country called Wakanda on this land."

"There was only endless war."

"Hundreds of people died every day in conflicts between tribes."

"That situation continued until one particular day."

"On that day, the sky was filled with thunder and lightning, violent winds mixed with torrential rain. It was a sign of heaven and earth—an omen of divine wrath."

"In that storm, what fell from the sky was not rain, but fire. Fire raining from the heavens."

"Soon after, an enormous fireball crashed down upon the land."

"The entire world seemed on the verge of being destroyed by it."

"The people of the tribes believed the sun itself had fallen from the sky."

"But I knew—it was punishment from the gods."

"And it was that fireball that led me to meet him."

"When I first saw him, he already looked like that, wearing a sun-black robe. I couldn’t see his face clearly."

"Even now, I can’t remember what he looked like."

"But whenever he appears—even if he doesn’t speak—I can recognize him."

"Because he is a god. His presence is incomparable."

"That day, I went to worship the extinguished fireball, praying that the gods would not blame the people of my tribe."

"That was the day I met him."

"He was on the brink of death."

"I thought he was a god who had descended from the heavens, so I brought him back to the tribe and saved him."

"But something happened afterward. Because of him, I was expelled from the tribe."

"I carried him on my back while my own body was failing, not knowing what he had gone through."

"In the end, I revived him."

"And he respected me as an elder, calling himself a Bounty Hunter."

"At first, I refused. Back then, who would dare allow a god to call him senior?"

"But gradually, I got used to it."

"Because of him, I obtained the power of the Panther God."

"I united the tribes."

"And with his support, I built Wakanda."

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