Conspirator

Its Diabolical-
Alex Harper, a regular man from a world much like ours, wakes up one morning to find his life turned upside down. The city around him begins to warp, its skies flickering between strange and terrifying colors, and its people caught in a strange unease. As the laws of nature bend and break, Alex realizes he is not merely a bystander in this chaotic event—he is being drawn into something much bigger.

A system, something straight out of a video game, activates within him, bestowing strange powers and quests as his world collides with another. He finds himself with abilities he never asked for and a destiny he never chose, forced to navigate a reality where even the simplest laws of physics can no longer be trusted.

Marvel X The Boys

The battlefield froze.

The dragon, a massive, ancient beast, took a cautious step back.

Even the fire it had breathed moments ago seemed dim in the presence of what had just arrived.

He stood just beyond the glowing portal, his towering frame covered in battle-worn Praetor armor—a dark green soiled with the blood of things that should not bleed.

A massive shotgun was slung across his back, but what made Alex, Pavitr, and Hughie all tense up was the iconic wrist-mounted blade—a brutal weapon that had torn through gods and demons alike.

His helmet visor was dark, unreadable, yet it carried an intensity like he was staring directly into their souls.

And he hadn't even moved yet.

Pavitr Prabhakar, the youngest of them, immediately knew who he was.

He paled. "Guys… guys…" He clutched Alex's arm. "That's the f**ing Doom Slayer.*"

Hughie, who also recognized him, whispered, "Oh, sh*.*"

Deadpool, of course, was the only one who reacted appropriately.

He grabbed Hughie by the shoulders and shook him violently.

Hughie, already nauseous, stammered, "T-That we're dead?!"

Deadpool dramatically pointed at the Doom Slayer.

"NO, YOU DIPSH**! IT MEANS THE AUTHOR IS A MASSIVE GAMER NERD!"

Alex, still staring at the motionless Slayer, muttered, "Dude, focus."

Deadpool waved him off. "NO, NO, NO, WAIT—LOOK AT THIS DUDE!" He began pacing. "Perfectly crafted green armor, scratches that tell stories of war, a shotgun that has erased entire bloodlines, and a blade that has been used to cut through the actual concept of 'hope' itself!"

He whirled back to the group, pointing aggressively.

"This is what PEAK performance looks like!"

The dragon growled deeply, its massive head lowering as it bared its fangs.

The weight of the Slayer's presence.

It wasn't just looking at a human.

It was looking at death itself.

The Doom Slayer took a step forward.

The ground shook.

The dragon flinched.

The temperature dropped.

"Oh f**.*" He swallowed, eyes darting between the dragon and the armored figure. "This thing was about to destroy the city… and now it's scared."

The Slayer kept moving.

Pavitr whispered in terror, "Bro. We just summoned the worst possible thing… for the dragon."

Deadpool let out an excited, almost manic laugh.

"HAHAHAHA! YES! YES! DESTROY THAT SCALY OVERGROWN LIZARD! GODZILLA SEASON 2, BABY!"

Then, suddenly, his expression changed.

And then, out of nowhere, he flipped off the heavens.

"HEY, YOU LAZY A** AUTHOR!" He shouted. "EXPLAIN YOURSELF! HOW THE F*** DID WE GO FROM STREET-LEVEL HEROICS TO SUMMONING THE DOOM SLAYER IN AN ANCIENT CAVE IN INDIA?!"

He turned back to the group, gesturing wildly.

"I MEAN, SERIOUSLY! YOU COULDN'T HAVE BUILT THIS UP MORE?! NO DRAMATIC FORESHADOWING?! JUST—BOOM—PORTAL AND BOOM—HELL'S GREENEST WARRIOR?!"

Hughie, barely processing what was happening, whispered, "I think he's having a stroke."

Butcher, who had been dead silent, finally spoke up.

Butcher was grinning.

"Let's see what the big green bastard can do."

When Doom Comes Knocking