Win_Praise

I died. No idea how. No idea why.

All I know is that I woke up in a tailored black suit… with blood on my hands, a Glock in my grip, and a room full of bodies around me.

And every last one of them?

They thought I was John Wick.

Problem is — I’m not.
Not really. I can’t even aim right.

But the system doesn’t care.

> “Survive 24 Hours: Reward – Gun Kata (Lv.1)”
“Kill 3 Enemies Without Reloading: Reward – Reflex Upgrade (Tier 2)”
“Pet a Dog: +10 Charisma”



This world? It’s not a movie.
The blood’s real. The pain’s worse.
And the myth I’ve become?
It’s hunted.

I have 24 hours to survive my first day as the Baba Yaga.
If the bullets don’t get me, the legends will.
But if I make it long enough to level up…
Then maybe — just maybe — I’ll become the man they think I am.

Wick'd: Reincarnated into the Deadliest Action Movie Ever Made

LOCATION: UNDERCITY SAFEHOUSE – 8 HOURS BEFORE NEXT ENCOUNTER

Marcus leaned against the broken window, arms crossed, eyes half-focused on the smoky skyline.

I blinked. "Wow. Now you're asking?"

He shrugged. "We've been in this hole for how long, and I've just been calling you 'hey' or 'dumbass.' Felt like it was time."

I looked at my hands for a second. Felt weird saying it out loud. Like it didn't belong here.

Marcus nodded like he was tasting the name. "Alright, Brandon. Still sounds like a brand of overpriced whiskey, but it'll do."

I smirked. "So… how many lives do I get?"

I laughed. "But seriously—how many?"

He didn't flinch. "I'm serious. You only get one."

My smile dropped. "What kind of messed-up game world is this?"

Marcus turned to me, and his tone changed. Hard. Cold.

"No respawns. No checkpoints. You got pulled into another world, Brandon. Yeah, you've got powers. A fancy gun. System menus. But this ain't a game."

"You're probably dying in your real world right now. Could be a hospital. Could be a gutter. Some hellhole. But your body's still there… barely."

I opened my mouth. "Hospital. It's… cancer."

Marcus snapped, "Don't interrupt me."

Then he sighed. "Some psycho figured out how to upload dying people into this world. One last shot at life. That's what the Proxy System is. All of you—proxies—you're imports. Just like software updates. Except with trauma."

I looked at him. "The other proxies, they're like me?"

"Used to be," Marcus said. "But they failed a mission three times. Once that happens, boom—System locks you out. No more powers. You're still alive, but barely. You become just another target. Something easier to kill."

"…But why do they want to kill me?" I asked. "If they're just like me?"

Marcus stared at the floor. Then said, "Because the Red Witch promised them something. Salvation. A way out. She told them—kill the next user, and you get your freedom."

I clenched my fists. "And you? Why aren't you trying to kill me?"

He chuckled. "Because I broke free of that crap. Mind control, system conditioning—all that nonsense that makes them think they have to kill the next guy."

He smirked, shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe I'm just that good… or maybe it's for the plot."

I snorted. "That's such a dumb answer."

—rolled in from the hallway like it had a score to settle.

> 🔥 "You thought the flames were done with you?"

Ash Nine stepped through the fire.

> "There is no salvation. Only fire."

"And your next mission begins now."

Marcus backed away. "Welp. I think you've got company."

One Life Left