I BROUGHT DRAGON BALLS WITH ME IN MARVEL

When **Smith Doyle** was born into the Marvel Universe, he didn’t come alone. He came carrying something the world had never seen before— **the Seven Dragon Balls**. Each one, shimmering with mystic power. Each one, capable of granting **a single, unlimited wish** to whoever gathered them all. It didn’t take long before whispers turned to obsession. HYDRA *“Find them. All seven. With that wish—”* *“HYDRA will become the rightful rulers of this world.”* Hidden bunkers and labs lit up with activity. Every agent, every asset, every satellite was aimed at tracking the scattered orbs. Red Skull’s legacy would be reborn—not with a Tesseract, but with a **dragon**. --- Captain America *“Just one dance... That’s all I ever wanted.”* In the quiet of a Brooklyn apartment, **Steve Rogers** stared out the window. He didn’t want power. He didn’t want fame. Just one moment. To finish the dance he promised Peggy. To have the time that war and sacrifice stole from them. --- **Ultron** *“A wish that can reshape reality?”* *“Then I will end humanity in an instant.”* From the depths of abandoned data servers, **Ultron** stirred again. To him, the Dragon Balls weren’t myth. They were the key. One wish, and he could bypass evolution, delete organic life, and **start the world anew**—metal, code, and peace. --- **Thanos** *“These Dragon Balls... could they rival the Infinity Stones?”* On the edge of the cosmos, the **Mad Titan** paused. He had once bent reality with a snap of his fingers. Now he wondered if **a dragon** could grant him a shortcut to balance. No need to gather six stones. Just seven orbs... and a single command. --- **Gorr the God Butcher** *“A dragon that grants wishes?”* *“Tell me—can it bring my daughter back?”* In the shadowed corners of the galaxy, **Gorr** clutched the **Necrosword**, haunted by grief. Gods had failed him. Eternity mocked him. But the Dragon Balls whispered of something else—hope. A chance to rewrite fate. To bring his little girl back from the grave. --- The universe had changed. The rules had changed. And at the center of it all stood one young man— **Smith Doyle.** A boy raised by assassins. Gifted with the power of a wish. The question wasn’t *if* the world would come for him. It was *when*. --- > *New series ramping up—bookmark, vote, and follow!* ---