60 - Worn Out! A Hopeless Conan! Kosai Island? Might as Well Call It Ghost Island!

Deadpool spoke in a tone that implied Azuma Shoyo was missing out. Seeing no response, he rolled his eyes, then supported the drunk Wolverine as they stepped through the portal.

The next second—

The portal snapped shut, and both figures vanished.

"Another round!" Azuma Shoyo said, setting down his empty glass.

"You've got quite a tolerance!" the bartender remarked, pouring him another.

"Of course. Back in the day, they called me the God of Booze," Azuma Shoyo said with a smile.

That was a past life ago. His tolerance now was leagues beyond what it used to be. Truth be told, he couldn't even get drunk anymore.

A few hours later, feeling it was about time, Azuma Shoyo slapped a $100 bill on the counter, opened a dimensional portal, and stepped through.

Whoosh! The portal closed behind him. The bar's patrons erupted into excited chatter, claiming they'd just seen a magician.

The bartender picked up the $100 bill Azuma Shoyo left, stared at it, then turned to the others with a baffled look. "Hey, if I tried spending a 2020 $100 bill, would people think it's fake?"

The patrons burst out laughing.

"Old John, you nuts? It's only 2018!" one jeered.

"Hey! Old John got a fake bill!"

"A magician left him a counterfeit $100 from 2020—hilarious!"

"Trust me, Old John, stash it for two years. You can use it then, no problem."

"Great idea! Look at the genius advice we gave Old John!"

Old John's face darkened as the group mocked him. He nearly tore up the "future" bill but hesitated at the last second.

"Eh, might as well keep it as a souvenir," he muttered, deciding to frame it later as a reminder: no more accepting weird cash!

In the Void, Azuma Shoyo had no clue his $100 bill was from the wrong year. He'd picked it up somewhere in this wasteland—God knows when it was made. But he was certain it wasn't fake!

Back in the Void, he landed right where he'd woken up that morning—the same house.

"It's dark already," he noted, glancing out the window.

The Void had no sun or moon, yet it still cycled between day and night. Utterly bizarre. Where the light even came from was anyone's guess. Alioth glowing, maybe?

"Whatever. Sleep first, figure it out tomorrow," Azuma Shoyo decided. Nothing urgent seemed to be on the horizon today.

In the original Deadpool & Wolverine plot, things moved fast. By tomorrow morning, Deadpool and Wolverine would team up with the resistance and storm Cassandra Nova's camp. Normally, they'd trounce her crew, and Deadpool and Wolverine would slap Juggernaut's helmet on her. With her telepathy blocked, she couldn't use the sling ring to open a portal out of the Void.

But then Pyro, the turncoat, would shoot her a few times. Just as it looked like she'd die, Wolverine would take a chance on her, removing the helmet and saving her life. Say what you will about Cassandra Nova's sanity—she'd keep her word at that point, sending Deadpool and Wolverine out of the Void.

Almost immediately after, though, this nutcase would flip. She'd leave the Void herself, aiming to destroy Deadpool's universe—and then every other one, one by one. Classic psychopath behavior. Totally unhinged.

That was the original story. But now? The sling ring wasn't in Cassandra Nova's hands—it was in Azuma Shoyo's.

So even if Deadpool and Wolverine trashed her camp, she couldn't send them out of the Void.

"Well, pray I don't oversleep tomorrow, or you're all screwed!" Azuma Shoyo said with a grin.

He flopped onto the grimy bed. Sleep time! Eyes closed, he was out in seconds.

When he opened them again, he was back in his home in the mixed anime world. Glancing at Yoko Okino, who clung to him like an octopus, Azuma Shoyo snapped his fingers. His body phased through her limbs, then through the bedroom wall, landing him in the bathroom next door.

"Pretty handy ability," he said, smirking at his reflection in the mirror. He grabbed toothpaste and a toothbrush and started his morning routine.

A few minutes later, he finished up, opened the door, and snapped his fingers again. A set of clothes flew out of the wardrobe, passing through the door and wall, magically dressing him as they settled on his body.

"Perfect!" Azuma Shoyo said, checking his outfit. He headed out the door.

At 7:50 a.m., after grabbing breakfast and a coffee, Azuma Shoyo took a taxi to the docks. Per Sonoko's plan, they were catching an 8:00 a.m. ferry to Kosai Island. Once there, they'd settle into her family's villa, rest, have lunch, and then a private car would take them to a theme park for the afternoon.

The schedule was relaxed—plenty of time to enjoy. They had two days, after all. Anything they didn't get to today, they could do tomorrow. Plus, with VIP passes, they'd skip the lines and use the express lanes for rides.

The morning docks were packed—travelers with suitcases and backpacks clustered in noisy groups, their chatter rising to the heavens. Azuma Shoyo wove through the crowd toward the VIP lounge.

"Excuse me, please move!"

"Sorry, could you let me through?"

Finally breaking free, he stepped into the lounge.

"Shoyo! Over here!" Sonoko, who'd arrived earlier, waved and called out to him.

Azuma Shoyo hurried over. "Morning! Been here long?"

Sonoko and Ran shook their heads.

"Nope, we just got here too. It's a madhouse out there, so we came in here for some peace," Sonoko said with a laugh, sticking out her tongue.

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