I Am in Marvel with Unlimited Cards

''Vatican City, Polytheism.''

Gothe, the Pope, and lifelong High Priest, received an urgent letter during his speech in the main hall of the church. After repeatedly confirming the contents of the letter, Gothe claimed it was a divine message, and publicly announced his voluntary resignation from the papal leadership.

That very day, Gothe left Vatican City with his family, and no one knew where he went.

Few people knew that for the former Pope Gothe, it truly was a divine command that had descended upon him.

''Russia, 100 meters beneath the sea, in an underwater prison.''

In a cell for the most dangerous criminals, a tall, burly figure sat cross-legged in a shadowy corner, bound by several rusted chains.

"Dragon, your lunch."

A fully armed prison guard carefully placed a small box of food through the bars. After the guard left, Dragon stood up, dragging the chains as he approached the bars. When he picked up a piece of bread, his usually calm face suddenly frowned.

Inside the bread was a hidden envelope. After reading the letter, he abruptly stood up, the sound of chains clanking as he moved.

"So, the day has finally come? At last, I've found a reason to leave," Dragon muttered to himself.

''Imperial Japan, Tokyo.''

"You're the one here for the interview, Yasha?"

In an unknown, secret underground room, three overweight officials in formal suits sat side by side. Their scrutinizing gazes focused on the masked man sitting alone on the other side.

The man, still dressed in his previous organization's black attire and wearing his signature Yasha mask, sat idly with his twin sheathed swords crossed on his back, staring at the ceiling in boredom.

One of the officials flipped through a file and spoke, "According to the intelligence records, your real name is unknown, codename Yasha. You've been part of three assassin organizations, serving as a member and even a squad captain. The most recent one was the Shinobi-kill group, and you're one of the few assassins who survived after encountering that demon."

"No, no, no," Yasha shook his head, correcting them. "I never actually faced him. Both times, I just happened to miss him, so I escaped. But as you saw, the Shinobi-kill organization was wiped out, and now I need another job."

One official chuckled, "Luck is also a form of strength. Besides, your skills aren't bad. Three organizations acknowledged your abilities; otherwise, they wouldn't have made you a squad captain."

Another official chimed in, "But as per procedure, we still need to assess your strength."

The third official added, "You should know that this recruitment is directly from the Imperial Japanese Emperor. If it weren't for the last incident and the shortage of high-level combatants, with your job-hopping history, you wouldn't even have a chance to interview."

"Yes, yes. How do I demonstrate my skills?" Yasha shrugged helplessly.

"Simple."

The three officials exchanged glances. Their hands, which had been hidden under the table, suddenly lifted, each holding a gun aimed at Yasha six meters away. They pulled the triggers, unleashing a hail of bullets.

"I knew it."

Yasha seemed prepared for this. The moment the officials drew their guns, he lunged forward, reaching back for his sword handles. As he flipped forward, his toes hooked the chair he had been sitting on, flinging it towards the interview table.

'Bang!'

The chair crashed into the table, while bullets riddled the ground. In the blink of an eye, before the officials could reload, their gun barrels were sliced off by a flash of steel, and the icy blade stopped just inches from their throats.

Gazing at the sweat-soaked officials, Yasha, half-reclining on the table, squinted dangerously, "My specialty is killing. Do you need me to demonstrate more?"

"No, no."

The officials shrank back in fear. "You can start tomorrow. Highest assassin standards and paid daily."

"Good." Yasha sheathed his swords and jumped off the table.

One official, puzzled, asked, "Earlier, the bullets blocked any forward movement. How did you dodge them all?"

"What are you talking about? I didn't dodge them all, just most," Yasha chuckled, turning around to reveal his back. He pointed to his body, which had three or four bullet holes still gushing blood.

The officials were speechless, shocked to see an assassin who could still attack after being shot multiple times.

"Can you take off your mask?" One of the officials asked cautiously.

"Sure, but it might scare you," Yasha replied nonchalantly.

One official reassured him, "Don't worry. We've been trained, fought in wars, and worked with the dead. No matter how terrifying, we won't be afraid."

"If you're so curious, then go ahead." Yasha shrugged, removing his mask to reveal a face stripped of skin, covered in scars and pits.

"This..." The officials fell silent, truly frightened. Yasha's real face was far more terrifying than the mask he wore.

"Care to have dinner with me, so we can get to know each other better?" Yasha gave them a sly smile, his scarred face twitching. The Imperial Japan officials struggled to hold back their nausea. "Alright, you can leave now. But please, put the mask back on before you go."

"You’re no fun." Yasha pouted. Just as he was about to put his mask back on, his phone rang.

In front of the officials, he took out his mobile phone, listened for a moment, and hung up with a serious expression. He sighed, "Looks like I can't take this job after all."

"What do you mean?" The three officials were stunned.

"I have orders from above. I need to go back." Yasha sighed, clearly helpless.

"From above? I thought you didn't have an organization anymore?" One official felt an ominous premonition.

"Who said I didn't? You just didn't know about it." Yasha was about to leave, but then he remembered his boss didn't like Imperial Japan, especially its royal family and high officials—

He reached for his swords and turned back toward the Imperial Japan officials. "Sorry about this, gentlemen."

...

All over the world, new and old Card Holders, after receiving envelopes, no matter their previous identities— be it kings, popes, officials, assassins, or organization bosses— abandoned their current roles without hesitation. They gathered their families or forces and headed to the place of their long-standing agreement.

The game of life had gone on too long, and the Carl Family was finally coming together for its first grand reunion.

''(End of Chapter)''

I have finished translating this fanfic, IMUC (I Am In Marvel With Unlimited Cards) and have posted all the advanced chapters on Patreon (100 Chapters). (/c/marvel6395). You can read all the advanced chapters there.