Marvel's Master of Magic Across the Multiverse

"Doctor, the test results for Subject 757 are out."

"What level?"

"Level Two."

"Level Two? So, even with full ability development, it can only manage basic mind-reading and magnetic control up to fifty kilograms?"

"Yes, Doctor, according to our current research data on mutants."

"It seems that attempting to merge the genes of Professor X and Magneto to create the ultimate artificial mutant is indeed an impossible task.

Let's conclude this experiment here. Next, focus all our research efforts on X-24. He's our strongest weapon!"

"Should we handle Subject 757 the same way as previous subjects?"

"Let him be. Put him with the other kids for training. After all, he's a fusion of Professor X's and Magneto's genes. Even at Level Two, he could be of some use if properly developed."

"Yes, Doctor!"

"757, strike decisively, aim for my vitals, don't hesitate—you useless thing!"

In the training ground, a muscular man wielding a dagger was aggressively attacking a young man around seventeen or eighteen years old.

The young man used his abilities to maneuver the dagger defensively while struggling to find an opening to counterattack. However, he clearly lacked proficiency and was unable to judge effectively.

"My magnetic control is so much weaker compared to Magneto's…"

The young man, formerly named Qiao Zhi, was a transmigrator who found himself in the body of this artificially engineered mutant, now called George and designated Subject 757, three months ago.

His mutant abilities were mind-reading and magnetic control.

Unfortunately, his mind-reading only worked if the target had no mental defenses and could only capture the current emotional state without accessing deeper memories.

And his magnetic control was even more disappointing.

At most, he could control objects weighing under ten kilograms. Though useful if applied strategically, it was worlds apart from Magneto's level, where he could lift entire stadiums effortlessly.

He could handle ordinary people fine, but against defense-oriented mutants like the Thing, Colossus, or the White Queen, his abilities wouldn't even scratch their defenses.

His current goal was to find a way to escape from this brutal laboratory.

A harsh bell sounded, and a staff member in a white lab coat entered, halting the training and fastening a high-tech device around his neck:

"Subject 757, it's time for dinner!"

"Yes."

George replied stiffly, obediently following the staff member out of the room.

The device around his neck was called a "Mutant Inhibitor." Once locked in place, it completely neutralized his abilities, reducing him to a regular human.

He had to wear this inhibitor outside of training and combat sessions.

Walking down the long corridor, he saw other mutants being led out of training rooms by staff, most of them only about twelve or thirteen years old.

"A dangerous world, this Marvel Universe," George couldn't help but sigh as he took in the scene.

From the moment he discovered he was a mutant, he knew he was in the Marvel Universe.

Though not a hardcore fan, he knew enough about the Marvel Universe to be wary. There were multiple realities, each with its own unique set of stories, but few of them were peaceful.

Compared to events like Thanos snapping half the universe out of existence, some realities saw entire universes vanish without warning.

But since he had already transmigrated here, his only choice was to survive.

Given the choice, he would definitely prefer to live a long, immortal life.

Some say immortality is a curse—watching those around you die can be excruciating.

But to him, that small price was worth the benefits of eternal life.

After all, who doesn't harbor the dream of cultivating immortality?

After a month of observation, George felt certain he was in a Marvel world closely related to Logan.

Among the children here, he had noticed X-23, the little girl with healing abilities and adamantium claws, much like Wolverine.

Oddly, however, it was not the year 2029, as in the movie, but 2009.

He overheard staff gossip confirming that this universe also had playboy Tony Stark and Captain America.

If he followed Logan's timeline, X-23 shouldn't have even been born yet, but there she was, a resolute little girl of about twelve or thirteen.

This wasn't the X-Men Universe or the Marvel Cinematic Universe but some unknown Marvel reality.

"The exact year doesn't matter. As long as the important events unfold."

Whether it was 2029 or 2009 didn't matter to him. He only hoped the mutant kids' breakout would still occur, giving him a chance to escape.

In Logan, a compassionate nurse eventually helped the mutant children escape the lab. Until then, to maintain the facade of a compliant and controllable subject, George, as usual, refrained from interacting with anyone, quietly eating his meal before returning to his room to sleep.

The entire lab was monitored, so he hid his emotions and avoided arousing suspicion, even holding back in training, limiting the speed at which he controlled knives and concealing aspects of his abilities.

Of course, he couldn't appear too weak, lest he be discarded as worthless.

Suddenly, George was jolted awake by a sharp, soul-tearing pain, though it was fleeting and quickly faded.

When the pain subsided, he found himself in a strange state.

He opened his eyes, only to see two completely different perspectives simultaneously.

One view was the familiar lab bedroom, and the other—a small, dilapidated room.

Moreover, he realized he could control another body, just like his own.

It was as if he suddenly had a separate, controllable clone.

He closed his eyes in his primary body and focused on the other.

Then, a flood of memories played through his mind like a movie reel. When it ended, he murmured:

"This place… it's the Wizarding World of Harry Potter!"

This other body was an eleven-year-old named Doran, a former orphan adopted by a dark wizard in Knockturn Alley.

But this wizard was no benefactor; he was a hidden dark wizard who adopted Doran solely for dark magic and potion experiments, and as free labor.

Using Muggles for experimentation risked detection by the Ministry of Magic, but exploiting his "son" allowed him to experiment in secrecy.

In the care of this dark wizard, Doran grew up in misery, too timid to resist or share his plight, living a life worse than that of a house-elf.

He had once pinned his hopes on being rescued at eleven when he would receive his Hogwarts acceptance letter.

Unfortunately, though he received the letter, the dark wizard had no intention of letting him attend.

Unlike Muggle-born wizards, who were guaranteed a place at Hogwarts, wizard children could study elsewhere, or even learn magic from their parents or private tutors.

Crushed, Doran had consumed a potion to end his life in his tiny room.

And for some reason, George's fractured soul had claimed Doran's body, becoming its new inhabitant.

"How tragic."

After reviewing Doran's memories, George couldn't help but sigh.

"Come to me!"

Whether due to aftereffects of the potion, George felt parched and instinctively reached out, pulling an iron cup to his hand with magnetic control.

After taking a sip, he paused.

"My abilities… I can use them with this body too!"

Yes, he had just used magnetic control—but through Doran's body in this world.

"Could it be that powers can be shared between worlds?"

When he focused again on his main body, he found a distinct new presence within himself—a trace of magical energy, something unique to the wizarding bloodline.

"If that's the case, this is fantastic!"

In that moment, a complex plan began to take shape in George's mind.