Variant Hell

Du Yang was not actually a bloodthirsty person, but he did possess his own sense of right and wrong.

Someone like Uchiha Itachi did not deserve to live in this world, so he had to die.

But that was the Uchiha Itachi of the past.

If he were to just let him die like that, it would be a bit too much of a waste.

Marvel Multiverse.

Marvel Du Yang opened his eyes.

Looking around, he saw a very minimalist cell; the washroom and toilet setup were extremely basic, and the four walls were stark white, looking quite oppressive.

What was even more obvious was that a camera in the room was pointed directly at him.

Was he locked in a Mutant prison?

This was a place that could be called a hell for mutants.

In the society of the Lighthouse Country in this world, mutants were actually viewed as freaks and were discriminated against by ordinary people.

The living conditions for mutants were not very good.

Du Yang had always lived his life with extreme caution.

They had to constantly evade the pursuit of organizations like the Mutant Foundation, drifting from one place to another.

His parents had even died on the road while trying to shield him, killed by humans.

But inevitably, Du Yang was eventually captured.

Mutants were thrown into Mutant prisons to be used for research.

Once they no longer had any research value, they would be thoroughly dissected to make use of the "waste."

Any prison guard could insult or beat the mutants at will.

Of course, Du Yang himself had been kicked and punched, hurting so much he nearly doubted his own existence, unable to even get out of bed.

The door to Du Yang's cell seemed to be welded shut, making it impossible to see what was happening outside with the naked eye.

However, he could now clearly hear a prison guard assaulting a mutant in the next cell.

"You damn pieces of trash, you deformed freaks, how dare you resist? Get out here right now!"

"Honestly, this is why I hate dealing with you filthy mutants. It should be your good fortune to be on the operating table; that is the only value you have here."

The prison guard's insults rang out incessantly.

This was immediately followed by the sounds of punching and kicking, as well as the mutant's pleas for mercy.

The reality was exactly as it sounded; in the cell opposite Du Yang, two burly white men in prison guard uniforms were brutally beating a mutant.

Furthermore, the way they looked at the mutant was as if they were looking at garbage—it was utterly disgusting.

Once these two guards had beaten the mutant until he was bruised and swollen, leaving him with no strength to resist, they dragged him out like a dead dog.

In this Mutant prison, mutants were simply not regarded as human beings.

At the same time, this was a microcosm of Lighthouse Country society.

"What exactly have mutants done wrong to deserve being treated like this?"

Du Yang was almost angered to the point of laughter.

He clearly hadn't done anything heinous, yet as long as anyone recognized his identity as a mutant, they would show that look of disgust.

If he didn't have this golden finger of cross-world travel, he might have been dissected in a few days, dying on an operating table to become a few cold numbers in a research report at the Mutant prison laboratory.

Perhaps these numbers would be very useful for publishing a paper.

But the current Du Yang was not panicked in the slightest.

He had learned a thing or two: the Mutant prison was managed by an organization called the Mutant Foundation, which was backed by the government and military of the Lighthouse Country.

The ultimate goal of this foundation was to create the legendary Omega-level mutants and then use them for their own purposes to achieve world domination.

But now, Du Yang was an out-and-out Level 5 mutant, though not through various genetic modifications, but through simple and crude sharing.

At the same time, sharing was a very safe way to increase one's strength.

As he clenched his fists, he could fully feel the terrifying power contained within his body.

But at the same time, he reached for the mutant inhibitor on his neck.

This was why the prison had enough confidence to hold so many powerful mutants; this mutant inhibitor was like a dog collar, and wearing it was a complete insult to one's dignity, but its function was extremely powerful.

Inside the prison, the inhibitor could suppress a mutant's abilities, preventing them from exerting even the slightest bit of power.

Without their superpowers, mutants were no different from ordinary people, and perhaps even more fragile.

Coupled with the prison's tight security—not only were there patrolling guards, but also armed squads specifically equipped to deal with mutants—no one was planning to break out.

After all, the best outcome for a failed prison break was being killed on the spot.

When Du Yang attempted to channel his power of purification, the collar emitted a sharp, rhythmic beeping, and a surge of electricity instantly coursed through his entire body.

Had it been the Du Yang of the past, his neck would have immediately erupted in agonizing pain, the shock severe enough to cause a total loss of bodily control.

The suppressor was designed to be that tyrannical, and that was exactly how it was engineered.

The designers had never considered mutants to be human in the first place.

But now, he felt no fear at all; the power of purification simply neutralized the current.

A suppressor like this could partially inhibit the formidable superpowers of a Level 4 mutant, but from its very inception, it was never designed to contain the abilities of an Omega-level mutant.

After all, the superpowers of an Omega-level mutant had long since surpassed the imagination of ordinary researchers.

As he was now, Du Yang could easily break out of prison and destroy the entire mutant penitentiary in the process.

The power of purification he possessed was on an entirely different level from what people typically understood as evolutionary power; it was somewhat akin to the Sunlight Shower unleashed by the final boss, Orochi, from the game The King of Fighters.

It was truly, in the most literal sense, a power that reduced everything to nothingness beneath its purifying light.

However, he remained exceptionally calm.

This brought to mind the truly absurd nature of the Marvel setting.

As a Marvel character, no matter how immense the power you possess, it is always possible for you to be killed by an ordinary person.

That's right; in the Marvel universe, any power can be likened to a golden axe held by a small child.

The power is the golden axe—extremely formidable, yet completely disconnected from the one who wields it.

No matter how dangerous the child holding the golden axe may be, the wielder remains, at the end of the day, a weak and fragile child.

Once separated from the golden axe, or if the axe is knocked from their grasp, it spells certain death.

In the Marvel Multiverse, no one is truly invincible.

If someone suddenly acquires invincible power, it is precisely a sign that they are not far from their own downfall.

Of course, beyond becoming a Level 5 mutant, he had also inherited many other shared abilities.

Yet, these abilities still seemed to manifest in the form of mutant superpowers.

"I recall that the Omega-level mutants these researchers pursue are supposed to possess infinite possibilities and infinite potential."

How could Du Yang be so certain that his power of purification wasn't just as simple as that?

It was possible that this power of purification was merely a prerequisite for some other force.

Or perhaps his potential had only partially awakened, and the power of purification held the possibility of further evolution.

It was a pity that the calculations of those researchers had all fallen through.

The Omega-level mutant they sought to create was one that could be controlled—a power they dreamed of possessing.