Chapter 1: "Another Day, Another Dimensional Nonsense"
OrAlt title:Alex, I'm Sorry, Blame the Author
Scene opens. Night in New York. Rooftops. Deadpool is crouched like a budget Batman, watching some thugs break into a taco truck. But he's not intervening. He's narrating.
"It was a dark and stormy night. Which is weird, because the forecast said 'light memes and scattered bullets.' Anyway, here I am—Wade Wilson, Deadpool, Canada's greatest export—trying to get a taco without stabbing someone. Character growth? Nah. Just Tuesday."
He jumps down, katanas sheathed, walks up to the thugs.
"Hey, fellas. Mind if I borrow some guac and punch you in the face?"
Cue comedic beatdown.
Just as he's finishing up (probably yelling about how guac is never free), the sky above rips open like it's late for a multiverse meeting.
"Uh… okay, giant purple rift in the sky. This is either Doctor Strange's fault or the author got bored again."
A blinding light engulfs him. He shouts:
"WAIT! THIS ISN'T EVEN THE FANFIC WE WERE FINISHING. WHAT ABOUT ALEX? REMEMBER ALEX? WITH THE TIME STUFF? THE ANGST? YOU JUST LEFT HIM THERE, YOU MONSTER!"
Cut to: Deadpool wakes up in Seoul
He's in an alley. It's quiet. Weirdly clean. Very… K-drama.
"Huh. Either I got isekai'd or Disney bought Korea."
[DING!]
You have awakened the Nexus Framework.
Welcome, Deadpool. You are now synced with a dimensional continuity stream. Please stand by for status report.
"No. Nope. You do not get to 'DING' me into a new universe like I'm a toaster. I want answers. I want tacos. I want—oooh, look! A fancy stat screen!"
Status Window (appears in glowing text):
Name: Wade Winston Wilson
Title: Merc with a Mouth
Race: …still human? Kinda?
Class: [Null]
Level: Undefined (please stop breaking things)
HP: 999,999+
MP: 420
STR: 94
AGI: 91
VIT: ∞
INT: 53
LUK: -100
Innate Skill: SSS - Regeneration
"Why are you even checking? You can't kill him. We've tried."
"Okay, I take it back. I love this universe. Infinite HP? A glowing blue pop-up window? I feel like I'm in a bootleg Genshin Impact!"
He walks into traffic, gets hit by a truck, stands back up immediately.
"Called it."
Then he squints at the skyline.
"Where am I? Seoul? South Korea? Wait—wait wait wait. No way. Is this Solo Leveling? Is Sung Jin-Woo about to dramatically walk in, eyes glowing, hair perfect, and murder an entire dungeon? THIS IS AN ACTUAL ISEKAI. AUTHOR—WHY?!"