Experiment Subject 757, the Artificial Mutant

"Doctor, the test results for Experiment Subject 757 are in."

"What level?"

"Level Two."

"Level Two? So even if his abilities are fully developed, he can only manage superficial mind-reading and Magnetism Control of no more than fifty kilograms?"

"Yes, Doctor. Based on our current research data on mutants, that is correct."

"It seems that fusing Professor X and Magneto's genes to create the strongest artificial mutant truly is impossible.

This experiment ends here. From now on, shift the focus of our research to X-24. He is our strongest weapon!"

"Then should Number 757 be disposed of like the previous subjects?"

"Keep him. Lock him up with those children and train him. After all, he is a fusion of Professor X and Magneto's genes. Even at Level Two, he may still be useful if properly developed."

"Yes, Doctor!"

"Number 757, be decisive when you attack. Be ruthless. Strike at my vital points. Do not hesitate, you useless trash!"

On the training ground, a muscular man covered in bulging muscles and holding a dagger launched a fierce assault on a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youth.

The youth controlled a dagger with his ability to block and defend while trying to find an opening to counterattack with his fists. However, he was clearly not skilled enough yet and could not make good judgments.

"We both control magnetism, but compared to Magneto, my control is pathetic."

The youth's name was George. He was a transmigrator who had arrived three months ago in the body of an artificial genetic mutant called Experiment Subject 757.

His mutant abilities were mind-reading and Magnetism Control.

Unfortunately, his mind-reading had only a chance of succeeding when the other person was completely off guard, and it could only read their current mental state, not the memories buried deep in their mind.

His control over magnetism was even more pathetic.

At present, he could control objects weighing less than ten pounds at most. It was not bad if used well, but compared to Magneto, who could casually lift an entire stadium into the air, the difference was like heaven and earth.

He was fine against ordinary people, but if he encountered defense-oriented Espers like The Thing, Colossus, or White Queen, he could not even break through their defenses.

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

"Ring, ring, ring!"

A piercing bell rang out. A staff member in a white coat entered, called off the training, and fastened a high-tech device around his neck.

"Experiment Subject 757, it is time for dinner!"

"Yes."

George answered in a somewhat stiff voice, then obediently followed the staff member out of the room.

The device around his neck was called a "Mutant Suppressor." Once it was worn around his neck, all his abilities disappeared, turning him into an ordinary person.

Other than during training and combat, he had to wear the suppressor at all times.

As he walked down the long corridor, many other mutants were being led out of their training grounds by staff members.

However, they were even younger, appearing to be only twelve or thirteen years old.

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

Seeing this, George could not help sighing.

From the moment he learned that he was a mutant, he knew he had arrived in the Marvel Universe.

He knew a little about Marvel. After all, he watched movies occasionally, though he was far from being a hardcore Marvel fan.

As far as he knew, the Marvel Universe had many universes, and the stories that happened in each one were different. However, one thing was certain: very few of them were peaceful.

Something like Thanos making half the people in the entire universe vanish was not even that frightening. In some universes, an entire universe disappearing was perfectly normal.

But since he had already transmigrated here, all he could do was try his best to survive.

Who would want to die if they could live? He loved life very much. If possible, he desperately wanted immortality.

Some people said immortality was a curse, that watching the people around you die one after another was unbearably painful.

But he felt that compared to the benefits of immortality, that tiny price was nothing.

We Chinese all dream of cultivating immortality deep down. Qin Shi Huang had unified the six states, yet he still sent his subordinates to search for an elixir of immortality.

Based on what he had observed over the past month, George could roughly confirm that the Marvel Universe he was in was likely closely connected to the world of Logan.

Because among these children, he had seen Little Wolf Girl, X-23, who possessed the same regenerative abilities and Adamantium Claws as Wolverine.

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

Moreover, from the staff members' usual gossip, he had learned that this universe also had Playboy Tony Stark and Captain America.

According to the timeline of Logan, Little Wolf Girl had not even been born in 2009. Yet the little girl in front of him, with her resolute gaze, was clearly already twelve or thirteen years old.

So this was neither the mutant universe nor the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but a Marvel universe he knew nothing about.

"It does not matter if the timeline does not match. As long as what is supposed to happen still happens."

Whether it was 2029 or 2009 was not particularly important to him. He only hoped the mutant children's escape would proceed as usual, so he could have a chance to flee the laboratory with them.

According to the plot of Logan, before long, a kind female nurse should help these mutant children escape the laboratory.

To maintain the image of an obedient, easily controlled subject, George did as usual. He did not speak to anyone, quietly returned to his room after dinner, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

The entire laboratory was covered with surveillance cameras. He had to conceal every emotion and prevent anyone from noticing anything unusual, so the staff would lower their guard around him.

He had even deliberately hidden some of his strength during training, such as the speed at which he controlled the dagger to attack and some of his thoughts regarding his abilities.

Of course, he could not appear completely useless either. Otherwise, he might be disposed of as trash.

"What is happening? It hurts!"

In his half-asleep state, George suddenly felt as though his soul were being torn apart. However, the pain came quickly and faded just as fast, without tormenting him for long.

Yet after the pain faded, he discovered that he seemed to have entered an incredibly strange state.

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

One was the normal view of his laboratory bedroom. The other was a view of a very shabby little compartment.

At the same time, he felt that he suddenly had another body, and that body was just as easy to control as his current one.

How should he describe it?

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

His main body closed its eyes and lay back down on the bed as he focused most of his consciousness on the clone.

Suddenly, fragments of memories flashed through his mind like scenes from a movie. After they finished, he could not help muttering,

"This place... is actually the Wizarding World of Harry Potter!"

In those memories, the eleven-year-old child was named Dora. He had originally been an orphan in an orphanage, but because of the strange manifestations unique to Wizard bloodline, he had been adopted by a wizard from Knockturn Alley.

However, that wizard was not a good person. He was a Dark Wizard in hiding.

He had adopted Dora solely to conduct Dark Magic experiments and Potion experiments, as well as to gain an extra source of free labor.

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

As long as he said nothing, who would discover it? Even if Dora accidentally died one day, he could simply claim it had been an accident.

Moreover, many Dark Magic spells and Potions had different effects on Muggles and wizards. Only by experimenting on wizards could he properly determine their effects.

And so, poor Dora gradually grew up under the Dark Wizard's torment.

Because of the long-term abuse, Dora had become extremely timid. He did not dare resist the Dark Wizard, nor did he dare tell anyone about his situation. Every day, he lived a miserable life worse than that of a House-elf.

Dora had originally pinned his hopes on Hogwarts enrolling him at the age of eleven, allowing him to escape the Dark Wizard's clutches.

Unfortunately, he did receive a Hogwarts Acceptance Letter, but the Dark Wizard had no intention of allowing him to attend Hogwarts.

For young wizards born into Muggle families, once they reached the age of eleven, they would definitely be admitted to Hogwarts regardless of whether their parents agreed.

Because if young wizards did not study magic and learn to channel their magic, they could become fearful and resentful of their unknown abilities. Under extreme emotions, they could easily become an Obscurus, which was absolutely unacceptable in the Magic World.

However, there were not nearly as many requirements for children from wizarding families.

Wizarding parents could choose not only Hogwarts, but also other Magic Schools such as Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Ilvermorny.

They could even send their children to magic tutoring classes to save money, or teach their children magic themselves.

After learning from the Dark Wizard that he could not attend Hogwarts, Dora completely broke down and drank Potion to kill himself in his small compartment at night.

For some unknown reason, George's divided soul had occupied Dora's body at that moment, becoming the new owner of that body.

"He really had it rough."

After reviewing Dora's memories, George could not help letting out a sigh.

"Come here!"

Perhaps it was an aftereffect of Dora drinking Potion to kill himself, but George felt extremely thirsty. He instinctively activated his ability toward the iron cup on the table.

The cup immediately flew into his hand.

He raised it and gulped down all the water inside, then suddenly froze.

"My abilities... can actually be used through this body too!"

That was right. What he had just used was his mutant control over magnetism, but it had not been used by his main body. It had been used by this clone in another world.

"Could the innate abilities of two worlds be shared?"

At that moment, a bold guess arose in George's heart.

He shifted his attention back to his main body and indeed found that something had appeared within his Marvel body.

According to the wizarding knowledge in Dora's memories, it was the magic unique to Wizard bloodline.

"If that is the case, then this is wonderful!"

At that moment, a whole series of plans unfolded in George's mind.