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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: SYSTEM ARENA – ENCOUNTER STILL ACTIVE

Time Remaining in Proxy War: 5 Days, 17 Hours, 29 Minutes

Ash Nine stepped over broken metal, gun raised.

Smoke around him. Heat behind him.

Bleeding on the floor. Not moving and barely breathing.

"You should've stayed in your hospital bed," he muttered.

Marcus opened fire from the upper ledge. Rounds slammed into the wall beside Ash Nine, forcing him to duck and vanish behind cover.

"Move!" Marcus shouted. "Get up, Lex!"

Found cover behind something that looked like a rusted vent. Or maybe a crushed vending machine. Didn't matter.

Marcus was crouched behind a stack of broken plating across the arena. We could see each other, but we weren't close.

> ⚠️ SYSTEM WARNING: BLOOD LOSS CRITICAL

⚠️ REBOOT RECOMMENDED: USER MIGHT BE AN IDIOT

My hands were shaking, my vision blurred and every heartbeat hurt.

Ash Nine's bullets kept coming and only Marcus was firing back.

"What are you doing?" Marcus yelled. "Shoot!"

"Now? Of all times, you choose now to get scared?"

The System kept blinking red. Every notification yelling louder than the last.

⚠️ EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE PROBABLY

"I don't wanna die," I said, voice shaking.

Marcus ducked, fired again, moved forward like death wasn't his problem.

"Well, you're gonna if you don't get off your ass!"

Ash Nine shouted from somewhere behind the smoke:

"And this... is the great John Wick? The System's glitchy golden boy? What a joke!"

Marcus fired twice, clipped a pipe that sparked out.

"You think John would sit on the floor like some sobbing baby who lost his goddamn toy?!"

Then Marcus said it low and sharp. It Meant to hit deep.

"But I'm not…" I choked. "I'm not him."

The System blurred. Red lights froze.

And standing right in front of me, where no one had been a second ago—

Black suit. Tie. Blood on his collar. Eyes cold.

Just nodded once. Then the world bent.

Sound stretched out like a slow violin.

And suddenly I could hear everything.

The drop of my blood hitting the metal.

The whistle of bullets tearing past my ear.

A bead of sweat rolled down my face.

I'm Thinkin' I'm Back