Chapter 1: Artificial Mutant Test Subject No. 757

Chapter 1: Artificial Mutant Test Subject No. 757

"The results for Test Subject No. 757 are in, Doctor."

"What level?"

"Level Two."

"Level Two? So even if the abilities are fully developed, it can only achieve superficial mind-reading and magnetic control of no more than fifty kilograms?"

"Yes, Doctor. According to our current research data on mutants, that's correct."

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

"Let's end this experiment here. From now on, focus all research efforts on X-24. He is our ultimate weapon!"

"What should we do with Test Subject No. 757? Dispose of it like the previous subjects?"

"Keep it. Train it with the other children. After all, it's a fusion of Professor X and Magneto's genes. Even at Level Two, with proper development, it might still be useful."

"Yes, Doctor!"

"757, strike decisively! Aim for my vitals! Don't hesitate, you useless waste!"

In the training arena, a muscular man wielding a dagger was launching a fierce attack on a young man around seventeen or eighteen years old.

The young man used his abilities to manipulate the dagger, blocking and defending while trying to find opportunities to counterattack with his fists. However, it was clear that he wasn't yet skilled enough to make quick judgments.

"Even with magnetic control, my abilities are so inferior compared to Magneto's."

The young man's name was George, a transmigrator who, three months ago, found himself in the body of this artificial mutant known as Test Subject No. 757.

His mutant abilities were mind-reading and magnetic control.

Unfortunately, his mind-reading only worked if the target was completely off-guard, and even then, he could only read their current mental state, not their deeper memories.

As for his magnetic control, it was even worse.

At most, he could control objects weighing less than ten pounds. While this could be useful if applied well, it was nothing compared to Magneto, who could lift entire stadiums and fly with ease.

Against ordinary people, it might suffice, but against defensive powerhouses like The Thing, Colossus, or Emma Frost, he stood no chance.

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

*Ding ding ding!*

A sharp bell rang, and a staff member in a white lab coat entered, stopping the training session. He placed a high-tech device around George's neck.

"Test Subject No. 757, it's time for dinner."

"Yes," George replied in a stiff voice, obediently following the staff member out of the room.

The device around his neck was called a "Mutant Suppressor." Once worn, it completely nullified his abilities, reducing him to an ordinary person.

Normally, he had to wear this suppressor at all times except during training and combat.

As he walked down the long corridor, he noticed many other mutants being led out of various training arenas by staff members.

Most of them were much younger, around twelve or thirteen years old.

"The Marvel world... what a dangerous place."

Seeing this, George couldn't help but sigh.

From the moment he realized he was a mutant, he knew he had entered the Marvel universe.

He had some knowledge of Marvel, having watched a few movies, but he wasn't a hardcore fan.

As far as he knew, there were many universes in Marvel, each with its own unique stories. However, one thing was certain: very few of these universes were peaceful.

Thanos wiping out half the universe was terrifying enough, but in some universes, entire realities were destroyed.

But since he was already here, all he could do was strive to survive.

Who wouldn't want to live? He was someone who cherished life deeply. If possible, he would love to achieve immortality.

Some say immortality is a curse, watching everyone around you die while you remain. But he believed that compared to the benefits of eternal life, that small price was worth paying.

After all, who in China doesn't dream of cultivating immortality? Even Emperor Qin, after unifying the six states, sent his men to search for the elixir of life.

Based on his observations over the past month, he could roughly determine that the Marvel world he was in had some connection to the world of *Logan*.

Among the children, he had spotted the young Wolverine girl, X-23, who shared Wolverine's healing factor and adamantium claws.

What puzzled him, however, was that the current year wasn't 2029, as in the movie, but 2009.

Moreover, from the staff's casual conversations, he learned that this universe also had Tony Stark, the playboy billionaire, and Captain America.

If this followed the timeline of *Logan*, X-23 shouldn't even be born yet in 2009. But the determined little girl in front of him was clearly around twelve or thirteen years old.

This meant this wasn't the X-Men universe or the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but a different Marvel universe he wasn't familiar with.

"The timeline doesn't matter. As long as the key events happen, that's what's important."

Whether it was 2029 or 2009 didn't matter much to him. All he hoped was that the mutant children's escape would happen as it should, giving him a chance to flee the laboratory.

According to the plot of *Logan*, it wouldn't be long before a kind nurse helped these mutant children escape.

To maintain his obedient and easily controlled persona, George, as usual, didn't speak to anyone. After dinner, he quietly returned to his room and closed his eyes to sleep.

The entire laboratory was under constant surveillance. He had to hide all emotions to avoid raising suspicions and lower the staff's guard.

Even during training, he deliberately held back, hiding some of his true abilities, such as the speed at which he could control the dagger and certain thoughts about his powers.

Of course, he couldn't appear too weak either, or he might be disposed of as useless.

"What's happening? It hurts!"

In his drowsy state, George suddenly felt a searing pain, as if his soul was being torn apart. However, the pain came and went quickly, not tormenting him for long.

But after the pain subsided, he found himself in a strange and wondrous state.

He opened his eyes abruptly, and two completely different perspectives appeared before him.

One was the normal view of his laboratory bedroom, while the other was from a very shabby little room.

At the same time, he felt as though he had another body, one that he could control just as freely as his original body.

How to describe it?

It was as if he had suddenly gained a controllable doppelganger.

Closing his eyes and lying back down, he focused his mind on the doppelganger.

Suddenly, a flood of memories flashed through his mind like a movie. After the memories settled, he couldn't help but murmur:

"This place... it's the wizarding world of Harry Potter!"

From the memories, he learned that this eleven-year-old child was named Dora, originally an orphan from an orphanage. Due to the peculiar manifestations of his magical bloodline, he was adopted by a wizard from Knockturn Alley.

However, this wizard was no good person—he was a hidden dark wizard.

He adopted Dora solely to conduct dark magic and potion experiments, as well as to have a free laborer.

After all, experimenting on Muggles would easily attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic, but using his own adopted child was different.

As long as he didn't speak up, who would know? Even if Dora died accidentally one day, he could claim it was an unfortunate accident.

Moreover, many dark spells and potions had different effects on Muggles and wizards. Using a wizard for experiments would yield more accurate results.

Thus, poor Dora grew up under the dark wizard's torment.

The constant abuse made Dora extremely timid. He didn't dare resist the dark wizard or tell anyone about his situation, living a life even more miserable than a house-elf's.

Dora had once pinned his hopes on receiving an acceptance letter from Hogwarts at age eleven, which would allow him to escape the dark wizard's clutches.

Unfortunately, while he did receive the letter, the dark wizard had no intention of letting him attend Hogwarts.

For Muggle-born wizards, once they turned eleven, they would be admitted to Hogwarts regardless of their parents' wishes.

This was because if young wizards didn't learn to control their magic and grew fearful or resentful of their unknown powers, they could turn into Obscurials—a situation the magical world absolutely could not allow.

However, for children from wizarding families, there were no such strict requirements.

Wizard parents could choose to send their children to Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, Ilvermorny, or other magical schools.

They could even opt for cheaper magical training programs or teach their children magic themselves.

When Dora learned from the dark wizard that he wouldn't be allowed to attend Hogwarts, he completely broke down. One night, in his small room, he drank a potion and ended his life.

For some reason, George's split soul took over Dora's body at that moment, becoming its new master.

"What a tragic life."

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

"Come here!"

Perhaps as a side effect of Dora's potion-induced suicide, George felt an intense thirst. Instinctively, he used his abilities to summon a metal cup from the table.

The cup flew into his hand.

He raised the cup and drank the water in one gulp, then suddenly froze.

"My abilities... I can use them in this body too!"

Yes, he had just used his mutant power of magnetic control, but not with his original body—this world's doppelganger had done it.

"Could it be that the abilities of both worlds are shared?"

At this moment, a bold speculation formed in George's mind.

Shifting his focus back to his original body, he indeed noticed something new within it.

Using Dora's memories of wizarding knowledge, he realized it was the unique magical energy inherent in a wizard's bloodline.

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

At this moment, a series of plans began to unfold in George's mind.

(End of Chapter)