Chapter 012: The Superior Uses Wisdom, the Inferior Uses Strength

Deadpool thought for a moment, then pulled out a pair of cheerleading pom-poms from somewhere and said, "All you have to do is stand with me on the sidelines and cheer him on."

As he spoke, he waved the pom-poms in his hand.

Mystique Raven frowned and said, "You want us to just stand there and do nothing?"

"I just said you can cheer. Don't you like that kind of work?"

"We're not cheerleaders," Mystique said displeased.

"But you're no match for Apocalypse. That guy is a [bleep] bastard, but he's really powerful. If you rush in, I suspect you'd just be feeding him kills."

Professor Charles Xavier said, "We can handle Apocalypse's four horsemen."

He hadn't forgotten that Deadpool had said Apocalypse had four powerful horsemen: Psylocke, Angel, Storm, and Magneto.

Among this group, in Charles's view, the most troublesome was his old friend Magneto, Erik.

He knew Erik's strength well—he was a very difficult opponent. If Apocalypse could really enhance mutants' powers, Charles honestly didn't know how powerful his old friend could become.

Deadpool put down the pom-poms and brandished the two swords on his back. "Alright, since you've decided, count me in."

Mystique Raven couldn't help rubbing her temples. She finally understood that Deadpool was a goofball.

But the sad thing was that this goofball had brought back Professor Charles Xavier, whom they had been unable to find, to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

So they owed this goofball a favor.

Wang Bo, having finished listening to the exchange, smiled slightly and took his leave. He had no interest in Apocalypse; it was time to go back.

As for the affairs of this world, Wang Bo believed Fiora would handle them.

"What a pity. Are you sure you don't want to come with us to stab Apocalypse in the [bleep]?" Deadpool said with regret.

"No, you go ahead. I trust you," Wang Bo said with a smile, patting Deadpool on the shoulder. Deadpool instinctively stepped back to avoid Wang Bo's hand, having been caught off guard several times before.

But Wang Bo's hand still landed on his shoulder. This time, Wang Bo accidentally used a bit too much force again.

Deadpool was slammed into the ground by Wang Bo's touch, with only his head sticking out, and about half his bones broken. But for Deadpool, that was nothing.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," Wang Bo said apologetically.

"No, you did... I mean, everyone makes mistakes, right?" Deadpool originally wanted to snap back at Wang Bo, but when he saw the glint in Wang Bo's eyes, he decided to back down for now.

"Thanks for understanding." Wang Bo put on a fake moved expression, said goodbye to everyone, and returned to the Ghost Rider world through the portal.

But before leaving, Wang Bo instructed Fiora that if she encountered Magneto, she should try not to kill him and instead recruit him.

As for how to recruit Magneto, Wang Bo was confident enough.

He believed Magneto couldn't escape his grasp.

As for why he wanted to recruit Magneto, it was simple: Wang Bo wanted some capable subordinates, and Magneto had always been very capable.

And why did he need capable subordinates?

Of course, to work in Wang Bo's place.

Wang Bo had now figured it out. The reason he could never live an ordinary, comfortable life was that every time he entered a new world, he had to busy himself.

Take this time, for example. If it weren't for Fiora, Wang Bo would have had to handle things himself.

But with Fiora around, Wang Bo could delegate matters to her and return to the Ghost Rider world.

So what Wang Bo needed to do now was to recruit subordinates, especially capable ones. From now on, whenever he entered a new world, he could leave the task of finding travelers to his subordinates.

As for himself, he could live the life he wanted.

If something came up that his subordinates couldn't handle, he could step in and solve it then—no harm done.

The wise labor with their minds, the foolish with their bodies. Such a simple principle—why hadn't he realized it before?

He had a whole crowd of subordinates under his command, yet he insisted on doing everything himself. How stupid! Wang Bo almost cried at his former self's foolishness.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late to come to his senses now.

In his hands, he had equipment, weapons, food, a pile of奇妙道具, and he could even resurrect people.

Even if his subordinates went wild outside and accidentally got themselves killed, Wang Bo could bring them back to life.

With that in mind, did he still need to personally search for travelers?

Of course not!

With subordinates to do the work, why should he bother? At the thought, Wang Bo grew excited—didn't this mean he could soon live an ordinary, peaceful life?

…

After returning to the Ghost Rider world, Wang Bo teleported back to St. Michael's Church. The sky was already turning pale, and the long night was about to end.

Johnny Blaze, lying on the ground, began to twitch his eyelids, as if waking from unconsciousness.

Wang Bo thought for a moment, then casually sent Johnny Blaze back to his own home, along with his motorcycle, of course.

He had taken all the spirits of vengeance from Johnny's body. Let what happened last night be just a nightmare; this guy should go back to being an ordinary person.

As for the spirits, Wang Bo would gladly accept them.

He hadn't been interested in them before, but ever since he decided to recruit a group of subordinates, these spirits became his top choice.

Though Wang Bo had trounced the Ghost Rider last night, the spirit's power was no joke.

Last night was Johnny Blaze's first transformation into the Ghost Rider; he hadn't fully unleashed the Ghost Rider's hundred-percent power.

The Ghost Rider's true power was immense—not only did it possess hellfire, the Penance Stare, and immortality, but it could also freely travel between the human world and hell.

If Wang Bo could master this power, he could create a Ghost Rider of his own. Once that Ghost Rider matured, it would be no less formidable than deities like Hela.

Just then, a sudden idea struck Wang Bo. He pulled out the Copy Mirror, wondering if it could replicate a batch of spirits.

The result? It actually could, damn it.

The Copy Mirror could even copy humans. After enhancement, copying a batch of spirits was nothing.

In no time, Wang Bo had over a dozen spirits in his hands.

If these were combined with humans, that would mean over a dozen Ghost Riders.