Marvel : Deadpool Is My Best Friend

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Early the next morning, Alex Ray's eyes slowly opened to the light of dawn.

Fresh air filled the room, as if heralding a new day full of hope and vitality.

He got up quickly, composed himself, and headed out on foot toward the school in Hell's Kitchen.

Alex stood at the school gate, watching the sluggish stream of students trudging in for their morning security checks.

He moved closer and noticed several guards stationed at the entrance—men deployed by the High Table, armed with AKs.

They were currently inspecting students. Curious, Alex joined in.

Several children of various ages had already been found carrying contraband and were now standing in the corner, awaiting further action.

Alex picked up one of the confiscated items—a handgun—and began to examine it. He looked at the white boy in front of him, who appeared to be around thirteen, and asked, "Why are you bringing a gun to school? Name and class?"

The boy raised his head arrogantly. "Who the hell are you? Name's James. Grade 8, Class 3. And that's not a real gun—it's a lighter."

The High Table guards chuckled. As seasoned killers, they could easily tell it was a real pistol. The idea of someone lying so blatantly to them was laughable.

Alex smirked, loaded the gun, and asked, "Want me to fire a shot? See if it's just a flame or a bullet that comes out?"

James, clearly shaken, began shouting for help from the security team. "Help! Someone's trying to kill students! I'm warning you, this school is run by Alex Ray, the Lord of Hell. No one gets to kill anyone in his territory!"

Alex laughed, amused, and lowered the gun.

Seeing Alex disarm, James assumed he'd scared him off. He straightened up and sneered, "That's what I thought. This isn't a place for people like you to act tough."

Alex responded by slapping him across the face, then followed with two hard kicks.

The boy curled up, clutching his head, still glaring defiantly at Alex.

"You seriously don't know who I am?" Alex said with a grin. "I'm Alex Ray."

He turned to the High Table guards and said, "Go build me a small detention cell. Anyone else who acts like this—throw them in there for a day or two."

As he walked away, Alex reflected on whether he was being too lenient with these kids. He'd have to discuss setting up more disciplinary measures and drafting a strict school code with Wilson Fisk.

When everyone learned that Alex was the founder and honorary principal of the school, no one dared say a word. They accepted the punishment in silence.

Just then, Caine approached and said, "I didn't think it'd take nearly a month after the semester started to finally meet the principal in person."

Alex knew he was in the wrong and chose to change the subject. "I've noticed a lot of kids walking to school. Let's buy a few school buses."

Caine replied, "Already done. They just need to be registered with the government."

Alex pointed to the pile of confiscated items and said, "Guns I can understand—but marijuana? Grenades? Who sends their kid to school with grenades?"

He suspected these items were provided by the students' own families. Many of the parents were drug traffickers or arms dealers and likely didn't see anything wrong with it.

That thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Caine seemed unfazed. He smiled and said, "Things are changing—slowly. It's already a big improvement. This place used to be a breeding ground for gang recruits. They sold arms and drugs openly."

"Yeah, not bad. Now, 90% of the kids in Hell's Kitchen attend this school," he added.

"How many of them are day students? I'm seeing a lot not living in the dorms," Alex asked.

"About half stay on campus. Most of those are orphans or from poor families. The rest go home at night," Caine explained.

"Change it," Alex said coldly. "Everyone lives on campus. They only go home on weekends. If any gangsters have a problem, let them come to me—I want to see who dares to object."

He was resolute. Letting kids return home daily meant exposing them to corrupt influences. Parents still tied to the underworld could easily undo everything the school was trying to teach.

Although Alex had dismantled the larger criminal syndicates, he turned a blind eye to the smaller ones—so long as they didn't cross any lines.

At that moment, Wilson Fisk, the other principal of the school, strolled in from the gate. Seeing Alex's dark expression, he chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder. "Who was dumb enough to piss off our honorary principal on the first day back? Come, let's talk in the office."

He led Alex to the principal's office. As they sat down, Alex took a sip of tea and asked, "What time does school usually end now?"

Fisk looked surprised. "Just like everywhere else. School starts at 8 a.m. and ends at 3:30 p.m."

He hadn't expected Alex's first question to be such a basic one. The schedule was standard across the U.S.—was Alex seriously about to challenge it?

Reading his expression, Alex didn't bother explaining. He said flatly, "The study time is too short. Classes should run until 5 p.m., then from 6 to 10 p.m., let the students do evening self-study—voluntarily, of course."

"They're already behind other students their age. If they don't work harder, they'll be left behind."

In truth, Alex couldn't stand seeing them so relaxed. He thought back to his own life, waking at 6 a.m., starting class at 7, studying until 6 p.m., sometimes detained longer. Evening self-study kept him at school until 10 at night.

By comparison, these kids had it too easy.

And idle time led to bad habits—drugs, guns, worse.

If the school couldn't instill discipline, he'd do it himself—with an iron fist if necessary.

The presence of AK-toting guards during study hours would ensure full cooperation.

Fisk hesitated. "It's your school—you make the rules. But if classes go that late, Vanessa might miss her kid."

Alex replied firmly, "We treat everyone equally. Uncle Fisk, you don't want your child to miss out on college, do you? There's still a lot about this school that needs reform."

And so, Alex and Fisk spent the whole day in the office, going over reform plans for the school.

Until Caine knocked on the door, interrupting them.

He told Alex that a man named Frank Castle wanted to apply for the role of principal. He also knew Alex was present and wanted to meet.

The name sounded familiar to Alex, but he couldn't place it immediately.

Still, the idea of someone applying for such a position intrigued him—after all, many…

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"The story truly takes off after the gang war arc—around chapter 100—and evolves into something incredible."

As the plot unfolds, it dives deep into the Spider-Verse, Avengers War and the Marvel Multiverse, weaving in epic elements from Endgame, God of Stories Loki, Kang the Conqueror, the Council of Kangs, the Council of Reeds, and even Franklin Richards.

Expect mind-bending twists with Deadpool breaking the fourth wall, going on a rampage that includes killing everyone... even the authors themselves.

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