Chapter 1: The Birth of GOD
Marvel Cinematic Universe – Unholy Timeline
New York – Assassin's League Headquarters – Textile City
Sloan, within the chamber containing the Sacred Loom, reviewed newly identified mission targets. Using a magnifying glass, he deciphered the loom's cryptic messages, a process that yielded a shocking revelation: his own name.
"Impossible," he whispered, disbelief etched on his face. "The Loom of Fate is infallible…"
Securing his privacy, Sloan carefully removed the cloth bearing his name. For over a millennium, the Loom of Fate had never designated a League member as a target. The implications were profound and terrifying. Was he destined to become a villain?
League protocol dictated immediate self-termination, but Sloan hesitated. Before he could resolve his internal conflict, a blinding light pierced the factory roof. A baby, radiating celestial energy and encircled by seven Dragon Balls, descended from the heavens. The intense light instantly killed Sloan.
The resulting shockwave shattered the Loom of Fate, and the Dragon Balls, transforming into meteors, streaked across the sky, leaving scattered stone fragments in their wake.
X, Cross, and the Pharmacist, alerted by the commotion, rushed to the scene. Only the leader had access to this chamber, except during the initiation ceremony. They discovered a gaping hole in the roof, Sloan's lifeless body clutching a piece of cloth, and a baby amidst the loom's wreckage.
"Oh my God!" the Pharmacist exclaimed.
Cross confirmed Sloan's death. He then examined the cloth, a fragment of the Loom's tapestry.
Inside the Meeting Room
High-ranking League members assembled. The Gunsmith initiated the inquiry.
"The Loom is destroyed, Sloan is dead," X reported gravely. "We've lost our leader and our guiding principle."
"Who was the enemy?" the Butcher demanded.
"There was no enemy," Cross replied, presenting the cloth and its deciphered message. The name on the cloth: Sloan.
Gasps of disbelief filled the room.
X explained Sloan's death and the baby's inexplicable arrival. The Pharmacist proclaimed the baby a divine gift, a "Son of God." Cross concurred. X named the child Smith Doyle, bestowing upon him the title "GOD."
The Butcher raised a crucial point: with the Loom gone, how would they identify targets? Previously, the Loom provided a list; now, they would rely on intelligence to judge those who committed evil deeds. The Gunsmith jokingly suggested they become Robin Hood-esque figures.
X decided to suspend operations, recall all members, and implement Cross's suggestion of using intelligence to identify targets. Smith Doyle's future within the League remained uncertain, but his mysterious arrival and the Loom's final prophecy made him a figure of immense intrigue.
Chapter 2: Dragon Ball
Eighteen years had passed. In a training facility within the Assassin's League's textile factory, Smith Doyle faced six seasoned assassins: Mr. X, Cross, the Butcher, the Repairman, the Gunsmith, and the Pharmacist. He felt no apprehension.
While previously he would have been easily overwhelmed, years of rigorous training had transformed him. He crouched, hands forming claws, then launched himself into a blur of motion.
"Wolf Fang Wind Fist!" he shouted, his attack a whirlwind of speed and precision.
Mr. X and Cross, anticipating his assault, instantly activated their bullet-time ability, enhancing both their accuracy and reflexes. Yet, Smith's attack was too swift, too powerful.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sounds of gunfire were quickly overwhelmed by the impact of Smith's strikes. His assault was a devastating storm, incapacitating all six opponents in moments, even those utilizing bullet time.
Fox, observing from the sidelines, exclaimed, "Incredible, Smith! Your power is astonishing!"
Wesley added, "Unbelievable! God is truly formidable!"
Smiling, Smith said, "Uncles, there's no need to continue this sparring match."
The Butcher, nursing his bruises, panted, "Smith, I believe we've reached the end of our sparring sessions. At least, in terms of combat, further practice is unnecessary."
The others, rising from the ground, concurred. "You win," they chorused. "Your combat prowess fully justifies your title of God."
Smith's victory stemmed from the activation of a dormant system two days prior.
Smith Doyle wasn't originally from this universe. His true name was Feng Yi, an ordinary man from Earth. Before his unexpected time travel, he had been playing the mobile game Dragon Ball FighterZ. He'd fallen asleep with his phone charging, only to wake up in a universe blending Marvel and the world of American comics.
He recognized this as the Marvel Universe thanks to museum exhibits featuring Captain America and prominent Stark Industries advertisements. However, this world diverged significantly from his own. Sloan was missing, and Cross's son hadn't been exiled but remained within the Assassin Brotherhood.
His Dragon Ball FighterZ game became his unexpected advantage, though the game's system remained in a loading state until his eighteenth birthday. He had trained diligently under the Assassin Brotherhood, mastering various skills: the creation of wax baths from the Pharmacist, curved bullet shooting from the Gunsmith, refined combat techniques from the Repairman, knife-based bullet deflection from the Butcher, and the construction of rat bombs from the Pharmacist (previously incorrectly identified as "Pesticide"). He hadn't mastered Mr. X and Cross's bullet-time ability due to genetic limitations.
Over the years, he'd also participated in Assassin Brotherhood missions and endured a period of child labor.
On his eighteenth birthday, the Dragon Ball FighterZ system fully activated, granting him extraordinary abilities. The game's interface had been streamlined, offering three wish functions: an item wish draw, a character card wish draw, and a partner wish draw. These required no payment, only the activation of the Dragon Balls he'd possessed since birth.
These seven Dragon Balls, scattered across the globe since his birth, had a one-year cooldown period. After a successful wish, he could receive three additional draws. The dragon's power was directly linked to his own strength.
Smith utilized his three wishes:
His first wish, an item draw, resulted in a Generation II Combat Power Tester. While not as desirable as Senzu Beans or enhanced combat suits, it was a valuable acquisition.
His second wish, a character card draw, yielded young Yamcha, granting Smith his Wolf Fang Fist and Wolf Fang Wind Fist techniques.
His third wish, a partner draw, provided him with Pu'er, offering both blade attacks and invaluable support capabilities.
With the completion of his three wishes, the scattered Dragon Balls across the world transformed from inert stones into their active, energy-radiating forms.
Chapter 3: John Wick
Elsewhere…
John Wick awoke to an assault on his home. Roused from sleep, he was brutally beaten with a baseball bat by unknown assailants. The once-legendary Night Stalker, now retired, was left stunned and vulnerable. They also murdered Lucy, his beloved beagle—his wife Helen's final gift—before stealing his cherished car.
After the attackers departed, John buried his dog in his garden. The memory of Helen and her gift fueled his resolve. He would retaliate.
Identifying his attackers, John returned home to retrieve the weapons and Continental Hotel gold coins hidden in his basement.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The rhythmic clang of a sledgehammer echoed as John smashed through the concrete floor. Each blow was a testament to his grief and rage.
Soon, the concrete yielded, revealing a hidden box. John discarded the hammer, clearing away the rubble to access the box.
Inside, the box was divided. The left side held four pistols, four magazines, four grenades (two with silencers), and two smoke grenades. The right side contained a box of Continental Hotel gold coins, and nestled among them, a Dragon Ball.
John frowned, recognizing the Dragon Ball as a replacement for a smooth, round stone his wife had given him, picked up from a beach.
"Could Helen have secretly placed this here?" he wondered aloud. This seemed unlikely. He reached for the Dragon Ball.
Assassin's League Headquarters
Smith Doyle, attending a meeting, received a mental message. Someone had already located a Dragon Ball. As the creator of the seven Dragon Balls, Smith could track their location and witness events surrounding them.
He saw John Wick, recognizing him instantly as the Continental Hotel's Night Demon. He realized the Russian mafia in New York was about to face a reckoning.
"An unlucky man indeed," Smith mused. "Perhaps I should offer him a little hope."
Instantly, John Wick felt the Dragon Ball in his hand pulse with energy. A message flooded his mind:
"Dragon Ball? Gather all seven, and you can summon a dragon to grant a wish."
John murmured, "A wish-granting sphere?" A wave of hope washed over him. "Helen... could I bring you back?" He carefully pocketed the Dragon Ball, knowing he had unfinished business before seeking the others. He also questioned the Dragon Ball's power, having never heard such legends before.
Elsewhere…
Cross addressed Smith: "GOD, your initiation mission will be the destruction of a particularly malevolent organization."
Mr. X added, "It won't be a solo mission. Our goal is the complete eradication of the organization."
The Gunsmith expressed concern, "Isn't that a bit ambitious? What about the organization's leadership?"
The Butcher suggested a compromise, "Perhaps we could assign other League members to handle the senior executives?"
Smith responded, "I have no objections. Just select the target organization." He inquired, "Have you chosen a suitable target?"
Mr. X replied, "We'll need to gather some intelligence first. The target will be chosen shortly."
Smith realized the target was still undecided. He rose, stating, "Very well. I have other matters to attend to. Notify me when the target is selected."
Leaving the meeting, Smith approached Fox, who was waiting outside. "Fox, let's go."
They departed in Smith's black Dodge Viper.
Fox asked, "Where are we headed, Smith?"
Smith glanced at the rising sun, "The Continental Hotel. You still have their gold coins, don't you?"
Fox was confused, "I do. Collected from various targets. Are you planning to attack them? We can't take them head-on!"
Smith smiled, "No, I'm taking you to a show. I have no intention of confronting the New York Continental Hotel alone."
Intrigued, Fox accelerated.
Elsewhere…
John Wick's phone rang. He answered to hear a familiar voice.
"John," Viggo said, "I've heard about your wife. I'm sorry for your loss. It seems fate, or chance…or perhaps just bad luck…has brought us together again."
Viggo continued, "John? Let's not let our anger escalate things. Let's resolve this like civilized men."
John, already knowing Viggo's son was responsible for attacking him, hung up.
Viggo, realizing a peaceful resolution was impossible, instructed his men, "Prepare the team."