After sacrificing his life to save a child, Satria awakens in a new world as Shidou Matsumi, an ordinary teenager. His life takes an unexpected turn when he becomes the administrator of a mysterious 'Dimensional Chat' group, connecting him with enig...
In the heart of Hydra's hidden fortress, a dimly lit control room thrummed with activity. Screens lined the walls, displaying chaotic battles between Hydra's forces and Wolverine's ragtag team. Seated at the center of the room was a figure who radiated menace.
The man with the crimson skull, dressed in a Nazi uniform adorned with Hydra's emblem, leaned back in his chair, flanked by his elite guards. He watched the screens with a cold, calculating gaze.
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“What a futile effort,” Red Skull sneered. “They persist, yet they will never topple us. Such meaningless defiance, don’t you agree?”
His words were directed at a figure crucified on a steel X-frame, hanging limply yet somehow still animated. The prisoner, clad in tattered red spandex, groaned dramatically.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, my spine! And my pride! You Nazis really have a flair for theatrics, don’t you?” Deadpool spat, earning a vicious punch to the ribs from a nearby guard.
“Such insolence,” Red Skull growled. “Yet your regenerative abilities intrigue me. I shall dissect you personally and bestow your gift upon my armies. With it, Hydra shall rise to rule the world once more!”
“HAIL HYDRA!” his soldiers roared in unison.
Deadpool rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Heil this, Heil that. But seriously, can I get a bathroom break? Or are you just waiting for me to leak all over your floor?”
Another blow landed, silencing his quips—for the moment.
"Oh Fuck! It's hurt asshole! You're not gonna have it easy to do this on Marvel Jesus" The man with red spandex keeps swearing and receives a beating from the guard.
Suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted outside the control room, growing louder with each passing second. Red Skull’s eyes narrowed.
“What’s happening out there?”
Before anyone could respond, the reinforced door exploded inward, shards of metal scattering like confetti. Smoke filled the room as a lone figure emerged, moving through the haze with unsettling calm.
“Say hello to my boomstick,” the intruder declared, his voice dripping with mockery.
Satria stepped into the light, his white hair glowing like a beacon against the darkness. His crimson coat billowed as he strolled toward the Hydra soldiers.
“Kill him!” Red Skull barked.
The room erupted in chaos. Bullets flew, but Satria moved faster, weaving through the hail of fire. With a flick of his wrist, he caught the bullets mid-air, their gleaming casings shimmering in his hand.
“Boring,” he muttered, before tossing the projectiles back, each one striking its target with lethal precision.
One soldier remained, trembling as Satria approached. The intruder raised his hand, summoning an inky black vortex that howled with tortured screams.
