New York City, Manhattan.
The most prosperous district in New York, where skyscrapers pierced the sky. Although it was only 1962—still decades away from the 21st century—the city already carried the same sense of overwhelming prosperity it would have in the future.
At the very heart of Manhattan stood a majestic building. Beside it rose the Empire State Building, yet in comparison, the famous landmark seemed to lose its brilliance.
Stark Industries Tower.
At this moment, a young and handsome Asian man stood on an incredibly filthy street, lifting his head to gaze at the bustling city ahead.
The grimy street beneath his feet formed a sharp contrast with the international metropolis before his eyes.
"Oh… Stark Tower."
Lancelot Lee looked at the Stark Industries building with a complicated expression and let out a bitter smile.
"So this is a Marvel world?"
Lancelot did not belong to this world. Just a second ago, he had been in his living room, rewatching superhero movies. The next second, he was here.
Not only that—he had become a nineteen-year-old Asian youth named Lancelot Lee.
Time travel alone wouldn't have shocked him. But when he saw Stark Tower standing beside the Empire State Building, he knew with certainty that he had crossed into the Marvel universe.
Strangely enough, that realization didn't confuse him.
What truly unsettled him was the era he was in—and his identity.
It was 1962. The Cold War between the two superpowers was at its peak, and a third nuclear war could break out at any moment.
If this were purely the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Lancelot wouldn't need to worry. After all, superheroes and supervillains wouldn't officially appear until 2008. Before that, the world was relatively "safe."
If nothing changed, the Cold War would eventually fade like a bubble, and the world would enter an era of rapid development.
However, Lancelot's very existence shattered that assumption.
Because he was—
A mutant.
Yes. Lancelot had awakened as a mutant three years ago. That fact alone told him this was not a pure MCU timeline.
"Look at that red-eyed freak. Disgusting."
"Do you think his pink eye is contagious?"
"Come on, kids, stay away from him. Who knows what kind of disease that is…"
Disgusted gazes and whispered voices surrounded him, but Lancelot was already used to it.
According to the memories of the body's former owner, he once had a happy family.
Then one night, three years ago, he suddenly developed a high fever.
Seven days.Seven nights.
The fever never went down.
His parents tried everything, but nothing worked. Just when they were about to give up, his eyes suddenly changed.
The black pupils turned blood-red.
Like two rubies.
The fever disappeared—but his parents felt no relief.
Instead, they were terrified.
They feared it was some strange disease. They feared discrimination from neighbors. So they ordered him to stay inside and never go out.
But secrets don't stay hidden forever.
A Thanksgiving gift from a neighbor accidentally exposed his abnormal eyes.
From that moment on, rumors began to spread.
In that era, being Asian already made one a target of discrimination. Red eyes—mistaken for severe conjunctivitis—only made it worse.
The family was ostracized. Life became harder by the day.
Within months, they were forced to leave their home and move into the most chaotic area of Midtown West—
Hell's Kitchen.
The environment there was even worse.
Criminals. Gangs. Desperados. Drug addicts reeking of filth.
Things only spiraled downhill.
Within a year, his parents were robbed by two white thugs while out one night—and shot dead on the spot.
Without their protection, the former owner fell straight into hell.
Abuse. Discrimination. Bullying.
People treated him like a monster.
A red-eyed monster.
For three years, he lived cautiously, drifting from place to place. Yet no matter where he went, he was still seen as a monster.
Some even believed he was a vampire.
They threatened to burn him alive "for the sake of world peace."
"So tragic… truly tragic."
Lancelot sighed softly, fully feeling the weight of those memories.
Mutants among humanity lived painfully miserable lives.
Strictly speaking, the former owner never even knew he was a mutant.
That realization came only three days ago.
Three days ago, two young men suddenly appeared at the junkyard where he lived.
They introduced themselves as Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr.
They told him he was a mutant—an evolved human at the genetic level—and that they were the same.
They demonstrated their powers: mind reading and metal manipulation.
The former owner was ecstatic.
After three years of loneliness, he had finally found his own kind.
He was no longer alone.
Just as he was about to leave with them, they asked him to demonstrate his own ability.
When they learned that his mutation was nothing more than a pair of blood-red eyes—
They were disappointed.
Without another word, they left him behind.
"So… I was rejected by the two greatest mutant figures in history?"
Lancelot laughed bitterly.
Xavier and Magneto had sought him out—only to abandon him because his ability seemed useless.
At that moment, Lancelot truly understood the plight of mutants.
Humans rejected them.
And even mutants rejected the weak.
"Damn it."
He cursed under his breath.
This transmigration start was absolutely terrible.
Just then—
"Ding. Mutant host detected. God-Level Disciple Lottery System activating…"
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