1962.
A secret CIA base.
"Look, it's those freaks!"
"So freaks eat the same food we do!"
"How did they become freaks, anyway?"
"No idea. Maybe you could ask them yourself?"
Inside the cafeteria.
People eating at the surrounding tables and in every corner could not help pointing at and whispering about the table of young people seated in the northeast corner.
As though they were watching circus clowns.
"I've had enough of these idiots!"
A curly-haired blond boy slammed his hand on the table, shot a vicious glare around the room, and cursed under his breath.
"Sean, you should have gotten used to it by now."
The black-haired girl sitting across from him, with cicada-wing tattoos on her arms, remained far calmer.
"I don't think I ever will."
Sean shrugged and said to the other blonde girl, "Raven, maybe you could talk to Charles and have him alter these idiots' memories. Then we won't have to be stared at like zoo animals every day."
Raven smiled at the Asian boy beside her. "I still think it would be more reliable to have Rorschach toss them all out, one in each hand. Right, Rorschach?"
Although Rorschach looked refined and delicate, even carrying the same scholarly air as Hank, anyone's first impression would have been that he was some top student at school.
Yet everyone at the table knew exactly what kind of power lay hidden within Rorschach's unremarkable body!
He could effortlessly lift a car with one hand!
Throwing out burly men weighing over a hundred kilograms would not have been much harder than tossing away trash.
"Rorschach?"
However, Rorschach gave no response. He seemed to be lost in thought, so Raven poked his arm.
Rorschach?
Hearing that name, the Asian boy could not help freezing.
I nearly forgot. That was my name in this world!
That was right.
The Asian boy was not actually from this world. He was a transmigrator from Blue Star.
In his previous life, Rorschach had actually lived a fairly decent life. After graduating from university, he had joined a respectable local company.
Because he was diligent and ambitious, coupled with a little luck, he had been promoted to middle management within three years and earned two hundred thousand a year.
He was not truly wealthy, but he was already living better than most people.
His only regret was probably that he had neglected his personal life because of work, leaving him a single man even at twenty-eight.
But who could have imagined that, on his way to a blind date, a sudden downpour had begun, lightning had struck from the sky, and Rorschach had hit the jackpot!
When he opened his eyes again, Rorschach discovered that he had appeared in another world and become someone else.
To be honest, Rorschach had been rather panicked at first.
Because he had discovered that this world had mutants, Captain America, and Howard Stark!
Of course, Captain America was long "dead" by now, but that did not stop him from being a national idol.
Simply put.
This was a world with Celestials, dimensional demons, all manner of insane aliens, and crises that could destroy a city—or even the entire Earth—at any moment!
If ordinary people lived in a world like this, one wrong move could turn them into cannon fodder without even knowing how they died.
Especially ordinary people living in New York.
Fortunately, like countless transmigrators, Rorschach had been bound to a cheat system when he arrived in this world.
Host: Rorschach Age: 16 Speed: 53 meters per second Strength: 7.2 tons Constitution: 124 (average healthy adult male: 10) Mental Power: 82 (average healthy adult male: 10) Current Template: Homelander (Unlock Progress: 1%) Abilities: X-ray Vision (Beginner), Super Hearing (Beginner), Flight (Locked), Heat Vision (Locked) Origin Points: 0
With a thought, the status panel that only he could see appeared before Rorschach's eyes.
Frankly, Rorschach did not know what kind of system this was, because it did not even have a name.
But its function was obvious: it allowed Rorschach to gain Homelander's abilities, and when he had first transmigrated here, it had even given him a novice gift pack.
A one-percent progress pack.
Do not underestimate that one percent. It had directly given Rorschach strength, speed, constitution, and mental power far beyond ordinary humans!
Though that might not have been enough in the chaotic era to come, one should not forget that X-Men: First Class had not even begun yet.
Mutants had not even truly emerged into the public eye, much less become known to the world!
Many people did not even know that mutants existed, and even if they heard rumors about them, they would only treat them as jokes.
Even Magneto and many other mutants believed themselves to be the only mutants in the world.
That was why the ordinary CIA personnel treated the mutants in the cafeteria like clowns instead of fearing, hating, or rejecting them.
Just as Sean had said, they were more like monkeys on display to them.
As for why Rorschach was at the CIA?
It was because the future Professor X, Charles, had reached a partnership with the CIA. To fight Black King Shaw, Charles had decided to form a mutant team of his own.
Rorschach, along with the future Banshee, Angel, Darwin, and Havok, had been brought to this secret base one after another as prospective mutant agents.
"Rorschach? What are you thinking about?"
Raven's voice rang out again, interrupting Rorschach's thoughts.
Rorschach cast aside the messy thoughts in his mind and casually replied, "Nothing. They're just a bunch of people with a narrow view of the world. No need to pay them any attention."
"A narrow view of the world?" Raven blinked. "Rorschach, what does that mean? Who would sit in a well and look at the sky?"
The others around them also looked at Rorschach in confusion.
A bunch of illiterates!
They could not appreciate the profundity of Chinese culture.
Rorschach grumbled inwardly before explaining, "It means that a toad living at the bottom of a well thinks the entire world is just that one well. How could it know how vast the world outside the well is?"
"I get it. You're saying those people are all toads!" the tattooed girl said in sudden realization.
Rorschach was completely speechless. It was a metaphor, did they not understand?
Actually calling people names was so crude.
"What a vivid metaphor!"
A voice sounded.
The people who had been eating instinctively stopped what they were doing and looked toward Erik, who had suddenly appeared.
Although Erik was not an official CIA liaison like Charles, Erik was extremely, extremely powerful.
The concrete affairs of the mutants were actually coordinated and handled jointly by Erik and Charles.
Although Erik had only arrived one or two months before them, everyone regarded him as a senior.
Of course, Erik was indeed quite a bit older than them.
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