Mutant Leader Who Was Transmigrated

In the dim stone passage.

Dozens of dark green transmission tubes pierced the red and gold form-fitting armor, and streams of golden energy were sucked into the bodies of four-eyed, grotesque, humanoid monsters at the ends of the tubes.

The woman, fixed in mid-air by suspension restraints, repeatedly opened and closed her lips, but her congenital deafness and muteness prevented her from making any sound.

Her strength to struggle grew weaker and weaker, an abnormal grayish-blue gradually spreading from the soles of her feet upwards... Before long, the woman's mouth opened one last time, and she exhaled her final breath, her neck slumping to the side.

She was "dead."

The suspension restraints automatically released, and the woman's corpse fell heavily. The moment it collided with the stone floor, it emitted a dull, metallic clang.

The transmission tubes rapidly retracted into the humanoid monster's spine. It lay on the ground in pain, letting out beast-like wails. The muscles and bones in its limbs and torso were trembling and contracting terrifyingly, as if undergoing some kind of mutation.

As streams of golden light surged throughout its body, the monster's size gradually shrank, its bones and muscles reshaping to become more compact and resilient...

Smooth skin covered its bloody muscles, dark green hair sprouted from the follicles on its head, its four narrow eyes disappeared, replaced by two human eyes with golden double pupils.

The wails gradually faded, and the sound of a human breathing heavily filled the dim stone corridor.

Where the monster had been, a completely naked Western man now appeared. His muscles were smoothly defined, his face incredibly handsome, his hair a glossy black-green, and his eyes were closed.

"Swish!"

The man's eyes snapped open. After a few moments of dilation and contraction, his double pupils settled. A look of human bewilderment appeared on his incredibly handsome face.

"I'm finally human again."

"This is Earth, Iraq, in the Marvel Cinematic Universe."

"My identity is a Mutant, whose race was wiped out by the Eternals."

"My current appearance is that of a mercenary I killed, named 'Yuri Ambrosius'."

"..."

The man lay on the ground, dazed, processing several vastly different sets of memories in his mind.

In one memory, he was a creature created by the Gods Group and placed on Earth. After eliminating large animals like dinosaurs, he was sealed beneath the glaciers of Alaska by the Eternals, who were also placed there by the Gods Group.

In the second memory, he was an Eternal created by the Gods Group. After completing the mission to eliminate the Mutants, he remained on Earth. Not long ago, he was killed by his past self from the previous memory.

In the third memory, he was a citizen of Huaxia living in the 21st century, having grown up in peace, only encountering war and death through screens. In this memory, all the nouns from the previous memory came from the "Marvel Cinematic Universe."

The fourth memory was the shortest but the most vivid. He knew his name was Yuri Ambrosius, knew his closest family and friends, and everything else was blank...

These memories were a chaotic mess, like drinking watered-down Meng Po soup, but for him now, they were the only nourishment that gave his soul life.

His dazed eyes gradually became lively, and complex expressions flickered across his handsome face. The man sat up and looked at his current appearance.

"From now on, I am the Transmigrator of Earth! The leader of the Marvel Cinematic Universe's Mutants! Yuri Ambrosius!"

A moment later, Yuri, clad in dust-covered camouflage, appeared beneath a massive triangular aircraft.

With a casual gesture towards the hovering sphere in his palm, the colossal prehistoric aircraft instantly cloaked itself and ascended... At his command, it docked on the far side of the moon.

He remembered that Yuri's, his current self's, summer intern mission was complete. But before leaving, he had accepted another mercenary job located in Afghanistan:

Search for the boss of Stark Industries, the Transmigrator's starting village chief, the future Iron Man, Thanos's lifelong enemy—Tony Stark!

Opening the portable computer in his backpack, he clicked on the email detailing the mission: "Tony Stark, son of Howard Stark, quickly gained attention in his youth with his extraordinary intelligence and talent."

"Built a circuit board at four, his own engine at six. At 17, he graduated from MIT with top honors... Due to the immense grief from his parents' death, he only turned his life around at 21, returning to Stark Industries to develop weapons and seize absolute control of the weapons empire. He elevated his father's legacy to new heights, opening a new landscape in the world of weaponry, and is a defender of the freedom of the United States of America."

"Find the target and receive $1 million USD per person. An additional $10 million USD bonus for rescuing the target!"

His roguish, handsome face froze on the screen, the high bounty shimmering with the allure of wealth.

Yuri's mind raced, and he quickly found the relevant clue in the movie plot from his memories: Afghanistan, Kurnath Province!

Let's go!

Before the sun shone upon the land of Iraq, Yuri had returned to the mercenary base. He skillfully greeted the brothers he remembered carrying guns through hails of bullets with, then ducked into his small tent to quickly pack his personal belongings.

Handing in his firearm and ammunition.

Before leaving, Yuri checked his bank card balance. Seeing the long six-digit number, he secretly sighed: Doing summer intern work really requires going out of town; the pay is high, and you get to experience life, killing two birds with one stone!

Carrying his backpack and pulling his suitcase, he arrived at the airport. Dust swirled everywhere, and almost everyone wore headscarves and goggles. He unhesitatingly put on black goggles and a khaki headscarf, concealing his dazzling golden double pupils and his unusually dark green hair.

"Yuri! Over here! The transport plane is about to take off!"

Across the vast expanse of yellow sand, he spotted a figure waving at him from beneath the transport plane. This person was one of the quest givers for the search mission and the captain of Yuri's search team.

He quickly ran over, tying his luggage and backpack to the secured cargo inside the cabin. "Captain, I bet I'm not late, right?"

"Yes, of course!"

The captain pulled the joystick, and the massive cargo bay door slowly rose and closed. He brought his mouth close to the intercom, ordered the pilot to take off, then walked over to Yuri and clapped him firmly on the shoulder. "But you're the last one!"

Yuri secured his luggage and took the few pages of the operation plan from the captain. After reading it, he discovered that 60% of it was an introduction to Tony Stark's importance, with the rest detailing the deployment of search personnel.

The transport plane shuddered as it ascended into the clouds, the powerful G-force pushing everyone towards the tail. The captain, holding onto the cargo, barely managed to stand. Once the plane stabilized, he waved a similar mission plan in his hand. "Guys, we're working with the US military, so God bless us. Hopefully, we'll find the target first, or we won't get the commission, and we'll have to pay for our own way home!"

"God bless." × n

Folding the plan and tucking it into his chest pocket, Yuri reached out and took the M14 handed to him by the captain. After skillfully disassembling and inspecting it, his fingers flew, reassembling all the parts in less than a second.

He glanced at his teammates. In the bumpy cabin, no one noticed his abnormality.

Strapping the gun to his back, he leaned back and started to sleep: It would still be a long time until they reached Afghanistan. He hadn't slept all night yesterday, so this was the perfect time to catch up on his energy.

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