Have I seen fucking Wolverine?[EDIT]

He was incredibly excited about the whole situation, although he had some reasons to be displeased. The red-haired girl, instead of thanking him or at least looking his way, was too busy vomiting next to the trash can. Maybe she didn't appreciate the open fracture of one of the thugs. Never mind... now he wanted to celebrate his first victory in action.

The place he found not only made him happy but also didn't require him to search long for something specific. The bar he discovered had a distinctive sign at the entrance reading "Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children." It wasn't a bar run by orphans—no, nothing of the sort. It was a legendary haunt for mercenaries and one of the most iconic spots where the chance of meeting Deadpool was quite high.

When he stepped inside, he was met with a lively atmosphere. The bar's style and the entire venue perfectly matched the cinematic equivalent. Even the bartender, known as Weasel, looked almost identical to T.J. Miller. For the first few seconds, the bar's patrons looked at him with interest, probably expecting someone else. However, upon noticing his impeccable style, which apparently didn't impress them, everyone except the bartender returned to their business. Apparently, the sight of someone dressed in a leather suit and mask was nothing unusual for them. Ignoring them, he approached the bar and sat down.

"Something to drink, or are you here for a job?" the bartender asked, raising his eyebrows in question.

Wade smiled uncertainly, his gaze wandering around the venue.

"Uh... yeah, you could say both..." he replied, feeling a slight tension.

The bartender nodded, briefly glancing at the liquor shelves before refocusing on the new guest.

"So what do you want?" he asked, a bit impatiently.

Wade took a deep breath, analyzing the situation. He might have doubts about working for a mercenary, but that option was starting to appeal to him. After all, he could make some money and gain new experiences. Ultimately, those two Gacha tickets he earned for saving the woman weren't anything special.

"Maybe both..." he began, his gaze landing back on the bar. "But first, I'd like a drink."

The bartender thought for a moment, looking at the liquor shelves, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

"Jack Daniels... Tequila... What do you feel like?"

The customer pondered, and a spark gleamed in his eyes. He had a new, unusual idea in mind, and his lips curled into a mischievous smirk.

"If possible, I'd like a drink with an interesting name—'Scorpion.'"

The bartender widened his eyes, surprised.

"Sorry, I've never heard of that."

The customer lifted his head, his confidence growing.

"Fortunately, I know the recipe by heart. Would it be a problem if you made it for me?"

The bartender laughed, and a glint of irony appeared in his eyes.

"Strange way to get a personal drink, but why the hell not? I usually only have whiskey and vodka—nothing but boredom. Please, give me the recipe, Mr. Scorpion."

Wade smiled, surprised by the success of his impromptu plan for a good start in the mercenary guild.

Time for the recipe. He leaned on the bar counter, staring at the bartender with confidence.

"Chili, 60 ml of tequila (gold), 1 teaspoon of agave syrup, 3 ice cubes, 2-3 dashes of Angostura bitters, 2-3 dashes of orange bitters, and a splash of Mexican beer (50-60 ml). In short, 'Scorpion.'"

The bartender nodded, and his lips curled into a smile.

— You have no idea how to give a drink recipe. But okay, I'm the bartender here. I can handle it — he said, a slight smile on his face, shaking his head in amusement.

As he was halfway through preparing the drink, the bartender began mixing various spirits. Suddenly, someone from the side shouted:

— I want that Scorpion too!

The customer noticed the smile on the bartender's face. It seemed he had a new idea to win over this guy who was ultimately responsible for his future orders.

— Here's my new creation... Hehehe... Scorpion for Mr. Scorpion. — He proudly placed the drink on the counter, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. — It may not be perfect, but...

— A bit, but the aroma alone proves that this is what I wanted — he replied, trying to suppress a grin.

— Take your time — the bartender said, glancing at the other customers. — I have another customer wanting a "Scorpion." Once I'm done with him, I'll gladly suggest a few open jobs for you.

Wade nodded, taking his time as he slowly began to sip his drink. Weasel had talent; he really captured the subtle hints of beer and agave. It had been a long time since he'd had such a good drink. He looked around and noticed something truly interesting—one person sitting at a table in the far corner of the room. His gaze stopped on a man who looked like Wolverine. The hairstyle left no doubt. What was he doing here? Maybe he was meeting Deadpool, or perhaps he just wanted a drink.

Wade decided it was better not to observe him any longer; acquiring a healing factor through stabbing and healing might be easier than he expected. Rather than a straightforward confrontation to get blood and try to make a regeneration serum. Not that Wade had even the minimum skills needed for that.

Then an interesting situation unfolded—the customer who ordered the second "Scorpion" asked for three refills. Other patrons, seeing this, began to follow suit, causing almost everyone to order the drink. The bartender apologized, saying he would have to wait longer, but it was genuinely enjoyable to watch him eagerly mix the ingredients. After a while, though, he decided to head to the restroom to check on the two Ragni F tickets. He didn't want to leave without an order and without implementing his plan regarding Weasel's favor. Taking the time to gamble was, after all, a good idea.

Unfortunately, the gamble didn't yield fruitful results—he got a cheeseburger. Though the burger was genuinely tasty and, according to the system, increased strength by 10% for 5 minutes, he sat in the stall for another 10 minutes to read the description of the new skill and level it up. The taste of the burger was truly exceptional.

The skill he obtained was a simple "Double Jump." It allowed for an additional jump when the body was at the highest point of the first jump. He didn't even need a solid surface to perform the second jump.

After fully upgrading the skill, he received "Multiple Jump." It was very similar to the basic version, but it had no limit on additional jumps. With the right practice—because it wasn't as easy as it seemed—Wade would be able to fly, though in a more exhausting way. And it couldn't exactly be called flying. The remaining skills worked perfectly in tandem with this new one. It was the second skill that fit into the Superpower category. Just looking at the increase in Agility stats gave him unexpected joy and satisfaction.

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[Status:]

Name: Wade Stone

Age: 24 lata

Rase: Human

Strength: 58 (Average for an adult male is 10)

Dexterity: 46

Endurance: 21

Intelligence: 10

Charisma: 4 (4/10)

Magical Power: 3

Money: None

Skill Points: 9,999,999...

Skill:

-Superhuman Sprint [Level 10/10]

-Young Cook [level 1]

-Master Acrobatics [level 10]

-Superhuman Fall Resistance [level 10]

-Super Jump [level 10]

-Super Strength [level 10]

-Multiple Jump[level 10]

He returned to the bar and took his place at the counter, and his attention was drawn to an exceptionally pleasant sight—almost all the customers were drinking the "Scorpion." Weasel, with a satisfied smile, glanced at the chalkboard where he had added the new drink, and his cheerful atmosphere made Wade feel welcome.

— Your drink turned out to be a hit — Weasel remarked, shaking his head in disbelief. — I won't take a cent from you today. I paid a high price for that drink, and they're still paying. So, shall we get to the specifics?

— Sure — he replied, gesturing as if to emphasize his words. — Maybe you should start offering drinks named after the best mercenaries or something like that. Not only would it increase the number of orders, but it would also serve as a good advertisement for this place.

The bartender raised an eyebrow, surprised by the idea.

— That's not a stupid thought... I'll have to ask Wade about his favorite drink... A lot of work... — he admitted, jotting something down on a piece of paper. — Thanks, I'll come up with a plan and implement it starting tomorrow. And here are the job offers, from the lowest pay to the dangerously stupid. Choose one and fill out the Mercenary Form. The only thing that needs to match is your alias and the phone number you use. The rest is optional, but I wouldn't recommend providing real information.

After a long search, he found the perfect job, which was a surprise. He never thought his first offer would come from a notorious reporter from New York. But why not? He had always wanted to meet a certain spider.