Chapter 3: Ryan Reynolds!

The blond man bore an uncanny resemblance to Ryan Reynolds—the actor who played Deadpool. He wasn't identical, but the resemblance was at least 90%.

"What the hell… Are you guys shooting a movie?" Dane blurted out, unable to contain his confusion any longer.

Angel raised an eyebrow and snorted. "A movie? This guy's still half-asleep."

"He'll wake up soon enough," Ajax said with a smirk. "But not yet."

With that, the two turned and left the room, their footsteps echoing through the hallway before the heavy metal door slammed shut behind them.

The room was plunged back into darkness.

Dane's breathing quickened as his thoughts raced.

This can't be real. It has to be a setup—a prank or a movie shoot. Right?

But the lingering smell of blood and decay said otherwise.

"No way. This isn't real," Dane muttered, shaking his head violently. "There's no way I've been transported somewhere else. I refuse to believe it. Not unless I hear the sound of a system prompt."

His voice faded into the silence, leaving him alone with his doubts and growing fear.

Ding…

[ You've become aware of your situation. ]

[ Every word you speak will be judged. Exceptional remarks may trigger rewards. ]

[ Reward acquired: Bowel Restraint +5 (Current Bowel Restraint: 5). ]

( Reaching 50 Bowel Restraint grants a special ability. )

Dane froze.

"What the hell? Even this gets a stat boost?"

Yet, as ridiculous as it sounded, he suddenly felt an odd sense of relief—a subtle easing of tension in his lower abdomen.

"Wait… did it actually work?"

Reality hit him like a freight train. He wasn't dreaming. He had actually crossed into some twisted alternate reality.

Dane let out a defeated sigh, resigning himself to his fate. But there was a silver lining—apparently, he could gain powers just by talking.

At that moment, the blond man on the adjacent bed began to stir. He groaned, pressing a hand to his head as if trying to shake off dizziness.

His eyes snapped open, and he quickly scanned his surroundings.

When he realized he was tied to a bed, his reaction was instant.

"What the hell?!"

"I just came here for treatment—why the hell am I tied down?!"

"Hey! Somebody untie me!"

"Is anyone there?!"

Dane blinked, momentarily stunned.

"Wait a second… Are you copying me? Or do all newcomers have the same script?"

[ Your sarcasm caught Wade's attention. ]

[ Reward acquired: Bowel Restraint +5 (Current Bowel Restraint: 10). ]

Dane's expression darkened as he glared at the empty air.

"Seriously? Can't I get something more useful?"

Still, the system's mechanic intrigued him. He began carefully considering his words, hoping to farm more rewards.

The blond man—Wade—finally turned his attention to Dane, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.

"Who are you?" Wade asked, noticing Dane was also tied down.

Dane hesitated before replying, deciding to borrow the story he'd heard earlier.

"I don't know exactly where we are, but I've been here for over a month. This place is like some kind of asylum designed to torment people."

[ Your words paid tribute to the deceased Reese. ]

[ Reward acquired: Immortality Resistance +10 (Current Immortality Resistance: 10). ]

( Reaching 100 Immortality Resistance grants a special ability. )

Wade's brows furrowed.

"Asylum?" He leaned back slightly, his expression shifting to one of suspicion. "You're nuts, aren't you?"

Ignoring Dane, Wade resumed thrashing against his restraints, causing the bed frame to creak under the strain.

"Stop yelling!" Dane hissed. "This place isn't what you think it is!"

But Wade wasn't listening. His focus remained solely on breaking free.

"Why the hell did you tie me up?!"

"Let me go, dammit!"

Dane's patience wore thin. Desperate to keep Wade grounded, he blurted out, "You're here because of the cancer, aren't you?"

That finally got Wade's attention.

His struggles slowed, and he turned to stare at Dane.

"How do you know that?"

Dane let out a shaky breath, thankful he had seen Deadpool at least ten times and knew Wade's backstory like the back of his hand.

"And Vanessa," Dane added, carefully observing Wade's reaction. "You came here because of her."

[ Your words struck a nerve, snapping Wade out of his panic. ]

[ Reward acquired: Immortality Resistance +10 (Current Immortality Resistance: 20). ]

[ Critical Hit Triggered. ]

[ Healing Ability +5 (Current Healing Ability: 5). ]

( Reaching 100 Healing Ability grants a special ability. )

Wade went silent, his breathing calming as his mind processed Dane's words.

Meanwhile, Dane exhaled deeply, the tension in the room finally easing—if only slightly.

But as the system notifications flooded his vision, Dane couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Bowel Restraint? Immortality Resistance? Healing? What kind of insane stats are these?

And how the hell do I survive long enough to max them out?

….

"How do you know about Vanessa?!"

Wade's eyes widened in shock.

The name hit him like a bolt of lightning, flooding his mind with images of her—memories that ranged from sweet moments to more… intimate ones that he definitely wouldn't describe in polite company.

"Let's talk about Vanessa later," Dane interrupted, seizing the opportunity now that Wade was finally listening. "You need to figure out where you are first."

Seeing Wade's focus shift, Dane continued quickly, "This place isn't what you think it is. They didn't bring you here to cure your cancer—they brought you here to turn you into a lab rat."

"They'll torture you—physically and mentally—to try and force out any mutant genes hidden in your DNA."

"You know what mutants are, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard of them." Wade's impatience flared. "Now stop rambling and get to the point!"

[ Wade has realized there's someone more talkative than himself. ]

[ Dual-Wield Mastery +10 (Current Mastery: 10). ]

Dane rolled his eyes but pressed on.

"The point is, they lied to you. They're not here to treat your cancer—they're here to experiment on you."

[ Story Spoiler Triggered. ]

[ Dual-Wield Mastery +13 (Current Mastery: 23). ]

( Reaching 100 Mastery grants a special ability. )

Wade's expression went blank, as though someone had just yanked the ground out from under him.

Deep down, he'd always suspected that a miracle cure for cancer was too good to be true. But desperation had driven him to grasp at straws—for Vanessa's sake.