Alt title:Deadpool: Professional Wrench in the Plot
Scene:Chairman Go Gunhee stands in front of his massive office windows, tense.Deadpool is still casually tossing the bloody, broken icicle aside, whistling tunelessly.
The air turns even colder —The very walls seem to groan and crack under the freezing temperature.
The temperature drops so low the floor ices over in seconds.
Deadpool casually breathes out a cloud of mist.
"Alright. Whoever's running the AC needs a raise."
Then—
The shadows stretch.
The very fabric of space splits apart — like reality itself is cracking.
And out steps a figure.
Tall. Dressed in flowing robes of frost and black.Eyes colder than death itself.
The Frost Monarch.
He steps calmly into the room, emanating pure, crushing pressure.
Gunhee immediately raises his guard, mana flaring around him.
Deadpool leans back in his chair, unimpressed.
The Frost Monarch's eyes flick from Gunhee — a known threat — to something... unexpected.
His gaze locks onto Deadpool.
Confusion flickers, briefly, in the ancient being's expression.
Frost Monarch (cold voice):"A... variable."
His presence ripples outward like a storm.And yet—Deadpool isn't affected.He just waves.
"Hey, Elsa's evil twin. Love the dramatic entrance. Needs more fireworks though."
The Frost Monarch narrows his eyes.He can feel it — an anomaly.No mana signature. No normal life force.Something that should not be here, something that should not exist under his domain.
A being outside the laws of this world.Regenerating. Untouchable. Unbreakable.
Frost Monarch (to himself):"This one... is not bound by this world's rules."
He tightens his grip on the freezing air, cold power building in his hands.
Deadpool, cheerful:
"Ooooh. You're gonna do the dramatic villain monologue now, huh? Let me guess. 'You dare stand against me?' 'Kneel before your doom?' Heard 'em all, buddy. Get new material."
Gunhee shifts slightly, prepared to move the second the Monarch strikes.
Deadpool cracks his neck.
The Frost Monarch raises a single hand—And in a swirl of freezing mist, an ice sword materializes, pointed directly at Deadpool.
The Frost Monarch's expression hardens.
"You are an unknown.You are an error."
He steps forward.
Deadpool twirls a katana lazily.
"Buddy, you have no idea how many people have said that about me. Join the club. Jackets are in the back."
Tension spikes.The next instant could erupt into deadly combat.The Frost Monarch, for the first time in millennia, feels... uncertainty.
Deadpool grins wider behind the mask, radiating pure chaotic energy.
"Alright, Frosty. You wanna dance? Let's dance."