Here lies the story of awesome (Y/N) as the most handsome and skilled mercenary known as Deadpool in the world full of Quirks, Hero, Villains but mostly....schoooool.....Also this is a love story!
I walked towards a bar after a long walk from Mr. von Brave's place. It was called Club 69, the most dangerous pubs to go that also work as mercenary club house which perfect for my gang to be here! By gang, I mean the mercenaries who was thrown out of the window.
"They having a bar fight again..." I sighed before smiling. "I guess the BJ works!"
You evil son of bitch...You made me proud!
That's include me.
I opened the door and dodged a chair coming towards me. "I'm back..."
"Sup, (Y/N)!" A voice came from the counter as he was cleaning up some glasses.
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This man is my personal intel and Greg's List, Uncle Weasel. I call him Weasel instead. He used to be my mother intel in her heroic day.
Still, when you going to tell the readers!?
I assume not yet?
Yup! Let keep it a surprise. Back to the story...
"So, how's the job?" He asked me while putting a glass of beer. Yes, I drank some of it. Can't get drunk...I sometimes hate my Quirk. Oh wait, I also forgot to mention my Quirk!
What was the name again?
Infinite Love-Live. (Y/N) posses a superhuman healing factor that allows him to regenerate damaged or destroyed bodily tissue with far greater speed and efficiency than any ordinary human can.
Heh, Infinite Love-Live.
That means I can withstand any injuries such as slashes, puncture wounds, bullet wounds, beheading, and severe burns within moments. I also can regrow missing limbs and organs but reattaching my limbs is much more fun. I want to see their face when I do that.
With Infinite Love-Live, (Y/N) also immune to diseases, telepathic, possession and of course...
My most hated traits...
Resistance towards foreign chemical.
So we can't get high. Well, drugs are bad anyway. Don't do drug, kids!
What's make you think that kids read this story?
"(Y/N), you spacing out...again." Weasel snapped me back to reality.
"Oh...meh. It was mediocre." I answered. "Besides, I'm the richest mercenary in this building right now. 50 million yen for one mission baby!"
"Holy crap!"
"Also, it marks my 69 kills in my whole career. BEAT THAT KANE!"