The One And Only

Welcome to the Marvel universe, specifically Earth-199999-01!

New York City, is home to the opulent Paradise Mansion, a colossal 70-story structure situated on the East Side of Manhattan Island.

This building is a microcosm unto itself, boasting all conceivable amenities. Once you ascend past the 40th floor, you're in a residential haven. But let's talk costs - the price per square meter could make even Deadman shudder!

Only the affluent or those with deep pockets can inhabit this lofty domain. Below the 40th floor, you'll find a plethora of living essentials - supermarkets, eateries, playgrounds – Paradise Mansion has it all. And the services? Top-notch.

It's a utopia for the wealthy and a dystopia for the penniless. With cash in hand, you're entitled to unimaginable pleasures. Without it, the entrance is firmly barred. The security here? Renowned as the nation's finest, each guard boasts a special forces background and a hefty paycheck.

Every guard's got unique skills, making them the cream of the crop. Hence, it's hailed as heaven by the affluent. The moniker "Paradise Mansion" truly encapsulates its essence. In the U.S., wealth equates to control.

Residents in Paradise Mansion are, without exception, influential big shots. As rule-makers, they dismiss societal norms. In reality, they shape the rules!

Currently;

On the 66th floor of the Paradise Building, in a massive mansion spanning over 500 square meters, a wild party just wrapped up.

All that's left is chaos scattered everywhere. There are inebriated and sprawled-out young men and women strewn across sofas or carpets, knocked out like logs.

In a lavishly adorned bedroom, Jack woke up feeling groggy. With one hand on his forehead, it felt like an elephant had kicked him. Upon opening his eyes, everything seemed to be spinning. "How much did I knock back last night?"

Jack stumbled out of bed, one foot in a slipper, the other bare on the plush carpet. After a few steps, he couldn't hold back, covering his mouth. 'Have to hurl!' Jack hurried to the bedroom's bathroom and puked into the toilet. After a bit, Jack stood up, wobbled over to the sink, turned on the faucet to rinse his mouth, and splashed cold water on his face to shake off the haze. 'Where the heck am I? This definitely isn't my place!' With his head clearing up, Jack realized this wasn't his original dwelling at all, especially after going back out to the room. The lavish decor screamed big bucks at first glance. If he had that kind of cash, why would he hit the town for a drink? He smacked his still somewhat confused head with his hands. But those few slaps seemed to trigger some crucial points.

A flood of strange and familiar memory fragments poured into Jack's mind. Scenes kept flashing in his brain like an immersive movie. It felt like nearly half a century had elapsed. Yet, it was just a few ticks of the clock! Jack staggered a few steps and plopped down against the wall of the bedroom with towering floor-to-ceiling windows. After a while; "So, I've time-traveled, in another universe?" Jack chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Never thought I'd end up in something like this. I was flying solo in my past life, so time travel ain't too shabby. What's more, I'm still a loaded second-gen in this life, swimming in more money than I can burn in a few lifetimes." How could he not be pleased with this kind of life? The only thing that irks him a bit is probably this world.

It's about the Stark industry in my memory and the hero who showed up during World War II - Captain America! These are all laying it on the line. —This ain't your run-of-the-mill world! Marvel universe! That's right, it's that purple sweet potato essence that offed half the universe's population with a snap of its fingers in the Marvel universe. That was 2018. And now it's... 2014, December 25th to be precise, Christmas Day. The bash that just wrapped up was Jack's Christmas shindig!

Calculated according to this time, Jack has less than four years left, and maybe he'll end up as dust in the wind. Certainly, if you're fortunate enough to be in the remaining 50%, survival could be on the cards.

Now, talking about the Avengers snapping their fingers again five years later to rescue those who disappeared? To be honest; Jack was skeptical if that scenario would play out once more because some folks and events in his memory differ a bit from the MCU universe he's familiar with. So, he's uncertain if that finger-snapping savior will emerge in 2023. If it doesn't happen, and Jack falls into the unfortunate 50% that vanishes... Never mind! The more he dwells on it, the bleaker it seems to get. Jack simply nipped those thoughts in the bud.

Perhaps, in the years after these four, there won't be a purple sweet potato essence finger-snapping scenario? But even if it isn't the purple sweet potato essence, this world remains fraught with various dangers, especially for regular people. Losing one's life is a real possibility at any moment!

"So, where's my Golden Finger?" "Shouldn't all the transmigrators have a Golden Finger?" Jack pondered aloud.

"Ding!"

Incoming! Jack's eyes lit up. But after a brief wait, there was no follow-up movement. As a result, he turned his head and found a mobile phone screen lying quietly on the carpet. It's a text message! And it's also just spam! Jack was so irritated he felt like smashing the useless phone. But in the next second—

"Ding!"

Spam again? Jack thought.

"It is detected that the host is the only Mutant in the current world, the strongest Mutant system Awakening!" 

Gold Finger?! Jack put down the phone, seemingly witnessing a golden system interface unfold in his consciousness. His eyes widened... though that thing wasn't seen with eyes, but that didn't stop Jack from comprehending it.

[The Strongest Mutant System]

[Character: Jack]

[Gender: Male]

[Age: 23 years old]

[Activated Ability]

[Rapid Self-healing Level 2. Delta tier]

[Inactive Ability]

[None]

"So, I'm actually a Mutant?"

Jack pondered the situation, realizing he behaved differently from the average Joe in his memory. For instance, his physical fitness has always been top-notch. Even with minimal exercise, he outperformed professional athletes. Plus, every time he got injured, he bounced back swiftly. While not on the level of freaks like Wolverine or Deadpool, his recovery speed was definitely not normal. He recalled being shot in the abdomen once, and the wound had basically healed the next day and by the third day, not a trace of a scar remained.

It all pointed to him being a Mutant!

Although just a second-level delta Mutant, belonging to the bottom tier of mutants but compared to regular folks, his abilities were extraordinary! He's a Mutant, and according to the system, the sole Mutant in this world. This revelation left Jack wondering, 'Why would I be the only Mutant in the world?'

But those thoughts quickly got tossed aside because Jack had more pressing matters at hand. His priority was getting a solid grip on the system's functionality!