Marvel: Chapter 1/3

Chapter 1: First Meeting with Charles

Author's Note: This story takes place in a Marvel Integrated Universe, and some parts of the timeline may have been altered. Please treat it as a parallel universe.

The first few dozen chapters depict the protagonist's growth from an ordinary person, gradually gaining combat experience. It's normal for him to face some setbacks in the beginning. After a few dozen chapters, he will become invincible.

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Late at night, the world was silent under a bright moon and scattered stars.

The shops that were bustling during the day had long since closed their doors.

Only the neon signs above them continued to flicker faintly.

In a certain corner, a pair of eyes cautiously scanned the surroundings.

Under the dim glow of the neon lights, a small figure could vaguely be seen.

At this moment, he raised his hand slightly, as if preparing to do something.

Unexpectedly, when he extended his palm, the arc-shaped camera hanging above the shop entrance eerily shifted its angle.

After doing this, the figure quickly stepped out from the corner.

As he walked, his sharp eyes swept across the surroundings, ready to hide at any moment.

Fortunately, nothing happened along the way, and the figure safely arrived at the entrance of the shop.

There, under the faint light, the small figure was revealed to be a boy about eight or nine years old.

He had messy black hair, a dirt-smeared face, and clothes covered in dust.

He wasn't tall, at most about 1.2 to 1.3 meters, but his pair of dark eyes shone brightly.

He once again scanned the surroundings. After confirming that no one was nearby, the boy slightly closed his eyes. Following his thoughts, his innate power slowly extended toward the lock on the shop's front door.

A moment later, with a soft click, the tightly shut door opened slightly.

The lock had unlocked itself.

Just as the boy was about to step inside, a voice suddenly came from the darkness nearby.

"Theft is an immoral act."

The boy's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively raised his hand, ready to control a shard of glass in his grasp and fire it behind him.

"Child, don't be nervous. We mean you no harm."

The gentle male voice sounded again. There was something inexplicably reassuring about it, causing the boy to subconsciously stop his movement.

Even so, he stayed alert and slowly turned around.

Behind him stood two men who had appeared at some unknown point.

Both were white men, seemingly around thirty years old.

One was tall and thin, with glasses perched on his nose, giving off the impression of a refined scholar.

The other was a middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair.

He had long, dark-golden hair and a gentle, elegant demeanor that naturally gave people a sense of warmth and trust.

The moment he saw the two, the boy's pupils contracted sharply.

The man in the wheelchair immediately noticed this reaction.

"Child, you seem to recognize us?"

Recognize them?

He knew them all too well.

The boy didn't speak, but his gaze stayed fixed on the two men, his expression unreadable.

Seeing this, the man in the wheelchair moved forward slightly, pushing the wheels himself.

"My name is Charles Xavier. I'm the headmaster of a special school, and this is Hank McCoy, a teacher at that school."

Charles smiled as he introduced himself and the man beside him.

Hearing this, the boy looked toward Hank.

When he noticed the boy's gaze, Hank smiled kindly in return.

"Aiden," the boy said at last, revealing his name.

"Our school's purpose is to teach and guide children like you, those with special gifts. Would you like to come with us? You'll never go hungry again, nor will you have to live on the streets."

Charles looked at the boy with sincere eyes and a gentle smile, his presence radiating warmth.

But to an outsider, he might have looked more like a child trafficker trying to lure a kid away.

However, the boy knew that this man could never be such a person.

After all, the man sitting in the wheelchair with that calm, kind smile was none other than the famous Professor X, the possessor of the most powerful mind in the world.

As for how he recognized them so easily—it was because he wasn't from this world.

Yes, the boy, Aiden, was a transmigrator.

As for how he transmigrated—he seemed to remember being hit by a truck. He vaguely recalled seeing the word "Damned" on its front.

Then he closed his eyes and opened them again, finding himself as a nine-year-old boy in a foreign land.

At first, he thought he had simply been reborn. But now, upon meeting these two, he realized that he had transmigrated into the Mutant world within the Marvel Universe he once knew.

After a few seconds of silence, Aiden finally said, "I'll go with you, but you have to promise me one thing."

Charles looked at him curiously. "What do you want?"

Aiden met his blue eyes and said seriously, "My request is simple. Never try to look into my memories."

"Uh..."

Charles was momentarily taken aback.

A hint of embarrassment crossed his face.

"Well, I'm very sorry, but I actually already did when I first saw you."

Charles was an honest and upright man. Lying to a child went against his principles, so he admitted directly that he had used telepathy on him earlier.

Hearing this, Aiden frowned in confusion.

If he remembered correctly, in the comics, Professor X once looked into Deadpool's memories and went insane after discovering that everything Deadpool knew came from a comic book.

So why was he still fine now?

If Charles hadn't gone insane, then either his mental endurance was incredibly strong or he hadn't been able to access Aiden's past-life memories.

Sure enough, Charles continued, "Your innate ability seems to block my psychic perception. I couldn't see any of your memories, which is quite rare."

Hearing this, Aiden immediately understood.

It turned out his Mutant ability could prevent Charles from reading his mind.

Upon realizing this, Aiden secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't that he feared Charles would harm him after learning he was a transmigrator. Based on what he knew of Charles's personality, he would never harm a nine-year-old child.

What worried Aiden was that Charles might go insane upon seeing his otherworldly memories.

If that happened, the safe haven he had just found would be destroyed.

After all, the world's hostility toward Mutants was severe.

"Let's go. I'll take you to see your new home," Charles said with a smile, waving to Aiden before leading the way toward the open square nearby.

After a short walk, they reached an open area. Hank raised his hand and tapped the device on his wrist.

In the next moment, the blurry outline of a futuristic aircraft appeared before them.

Following the two men, Aiden stepped inside, and the hatch slowly closed.

As the engines started, the aircraft turned invisible once more.

(To be continued.)

Chapter 2: New Environment

In a suburb of Westchester, New York, stood an ancient building.

It was an old castle with traditional English architecture.

Around the castle stretched wide, well-kept lawns, and beyond them lay a dense, green forest.

Directly in front of the castle was an artificial lake.

Under the moonlight, the lake reflected countless stars, appearing tranquil and serene.

In the stillness of the night, a hazy, ethereal shape silently glided across the sky above the castle.

As it descended, the blurred silhouette gradually revealed its true form.

It was the aircraft piloted by Charles and his companions.

As the craft landed, the lawn below automatically split apart, revealing a spacious underground chamber.

Soon, the aircraft landed and came to a stop. Aiden, Hank, and Charles exited the vehicle.

Stepping out, Aiden curiously looked around.

The underground space was vast, roughly half the size of a football field, at least in the visible section. It was possible there were even larger areas beyond.

Various pieces of unfamiliar equipment were scattered in the corners, clearly identifying the place as a research facility.

"Aiden, go with Hank. He'll arrange your accommodation. Remember to take a good shower and get some rest. From now on, this will be your new home," Charles said with a warm smile.

"Let's go, young man."

Hank patted Aiden's shoulder and gestured for him to follow.

Aiden waved to Charles, then followed Hank.

They walked a short distance and took an elevator up to the ground floor, stepping out into an office decorated in an antique style.

"The first floor is for classrooms, the second floor has the cafeteria, the third and fourth floors are dormitories for students and teachers, and the fifth floor includes facilities like the infirmary, library, and study rooms. The sixth floor has recreational areas such as the gym and game room.

There's also an underground shelter beneath the school used for training abilities."

As they walked, Hank introduced the layout of the school's facilities.

Eventually, the two arrived at a dormitory room on the third floor of the castle.

Click. The dark room was instantly lit up.

It was clean and tidy, with two neatly made beds and organized bedding.

Clearly, it was a double dormitory.

However, since there were no personal belongings, it was obvious no one had moved in yet.

"This will be your room. You may get a roommate later," Hank said with a smile.

"Okay," Aiden replied with a nod.

Although he preferred living alone, this was someone else's territory. He had to be content. Compared to his previous life on the streets, stealing to survive, this was already a great improvement.

At the same time, he felt extremely lucky.

While wandering alone before, he had managed to avoid revealing his powers.

He knew that in this world, ordinary people harbored deep hostility toward Mutants.

Some organizations would even capture them for research or dissection.

No matter how powerful Mutants appeared in movies, in reality, many low-level ones lived worse than strays.

"There are uniforms in the wardrobe. Take a good shower first, and I'll bring you something to eat later. Oh, what do you like to eat?" Hank asked.

"Anything that fills my stomach is fine," Aiden answered casually.

"Alright, I'll be back soon."

After Hank left, Aiden walked back into the room and entered the bathroom.

Looking at his dirty but youthful reflection in the mirror, his mind began to race.

Now that he had a stable place to live, his next goal was clear—to become stronger.

Only by growing powerful enough could he live safely and avoid becoming a nameless casualty in the future.

After all, this world was far more dangerous than the one shown in the movies.

With that thought, he closed his eyes slightly. His mental power extended outward like an invisible, tangible hand.

Splash. The sound of running water filled the room as the shower automatically turned on, water streaming down.

Aiden's ability was simple—psychokinesis.

This power, seen countless times in movies and TV shows, might have seemed ordinary, but it was extremely versatile.

If developed properly, its potential was limitless.

Perhaps because he was still young, the effective range of his power was only about two meters, and he could move objects weighing only a few kilograms.

It was weak, almost pitiful.

But Aiden wasn't discouraged.

Weakness was only temporary, limited by his physical growth, age, and lack of training.

With effort and time, his ability would surely become stronger.

Even Magneto, one of the most powerful Mutants, had only produced minor bursts of power when he lost control as a child, hadn't he?

Having quietly formulated a plan for training his abilities, Aiden took off his dirty clothes and began to wash.

Half an hour later, Aiden stepped out wearing clean clothes. His appearance was completely transformed.

The dirt on his face was gone, revealing fair skin with a healthy glow.

His delicate features, bright black eyes, and slightly tousled dark hair gave him the look of a handsome young boy.

Seeing his reflection, Aiden couldn't help but feel satisfied.

He truly had a good appearance.

What puzzled him, though, was that after transmigrating, he had no memories of his body's previous owner.

Still, he wasn't too concerned.

He had been an orphan in his past life and had long stopped caring about such things.

Knock, knock, knock. Just then, someone tapped on the door.

Aiden walked out of the bathroom, opened it, and found Hank holding a tray with milk and spaghetti.

Seeing the refreshed Aiden before him, Hank was momentarily stunned.

"Hey, young man, you're quite handsome. You'll probably charm a lot of girls in the future," Hank said with a grin.

"Thank you."

"The cafeteria chef's off duty, and I wasn't sure what you liked, so I made some spaghetti. I'm actually pretty good at it. Hope you don't mind," Hank said, handing over the tray.

As the aroma reached his nose, Aiden's stomach grumbled in response.

He hadn't eaten properly since arriving in this world, spending most of his time adjusting and practicing his powers.

"Thank you, it smells great!"

He accepted the tray with gratitude and began to eat.

Although hungry, Aiden didn't rush. He chewed slowly and thoroughly, breaking the food down completely before swallowing.

It was easier on his empty stomach and helped prevent discomfort or sickness.

Seeing that Aiden enjoyed the food, Hank smiled warmly.

Satisfied, he waved and quietly left.

Perhaps because of how hungry he had been, Aiden finished the meal quickly and soon felt his strength returning.

(To be continued.)

Chapter 3: Red-Haired Girl

After dinner, Aiden did not rush to sleep. Instead, he sat cross-legged.

Based on various depictions in the movies, a Mutant's abilities can grow over time.

For example, when he was young, Magneto, even when his emotions were out of control, could only affect objects within a single room.

However, as an adult, he could easily tear apart a football stadium or lift hundreds of thousands of tons of the Golden Gate Bridge into the air. After being enhanced by Apocalypse, he could control magnetic fields to the terrifying extent of tearing the earth apart.

As for the comic version, he was even more overpowered.

Since a Mutant's abilities can strengthen with age, they can naturally be enhanced through active training.

Settling down, Aiden took a deep breath, raised one hand toward the bed opposite him, and extended his mental power toward it according to his will.

He wanted to try lifting the bed with his telekinesis.

However, as time passed, the bed remained completely still.

"Sure enough, my telekinesis is still too weak. I cannot even lift something as heavy as a bed."

He stopped trying to lift the bed and switched to smaller objects to test the limits of his current ability.

Various lightweight items began rising and falling under his telekinesis.

First were the toothbrush and toothpaste in the bathroom.

Then came cups, shoes, and clothes.

When manipulating these light items, Aiden felt no strain at all. He did it with ease.

Then he extended his telekinesis toward the bedside table.

The bedside table was not large, but it probably weighed more than ten kilograms.

This time, Aiden felt real strain.

Wrapped by his telekinesis, the bedside table began to float shakily.

Aiden felt this was the current limit of his power.

So he controlled the table to move up and down, as if an invisible figure was lifting it and doing squats.

As the repetitions increased, beads of sweat formed densely on his forehead, and the clean clothes he had just changed into became speckled with sweat.

As he continued to move the bedside table up and down, a wave of dizziness washed over him.

After nearly fifty repetitions, Aiden could no longer keep it up. His vision went dark, and he fell onto the bed. The bedside table dropped with a thud.

After a while, the door pushed open. Hank glanced at Aiden, who was motionless on the bed, with a puzzled expression. He looked around, found nothing unusual, shrugged, and left.

The first night at the Xavier Institute passed quietly.

It was not until the next day, when sunlight streamed through the window onto his face, that Aiden slowly woke up.

Upon waking, Aiden felt heavy and muddled, as if someone had kicked him in the head. He felt dizzy and a stinging pain.

It took a long time before he gradually felt a little better.

Aiden had been mentally prepared for this.

It was like someone who had not exercised in a long time going for a several-kilometer run and waking up with sore muscles the next day.

It was normal for his brain to feel this way after using telekinesis beyond its limits, lifting the maximum weight he could manage and training with it.

This was also Aiden's method of strengthening his telekinesis, similar to resistance training for muscles.

Use it or lose it. With daily training, his abilities would definitely grow.

As for how much they would grow, that would depend on how strong Aiden's will was.

It is well known that the human body has limits. The weight it can bear always has a ceiling.

Human will, however, is limitless.

To what extent can human will become powerful?

Many events throughout history have shown this.

In ancient times, there was General Guan, who calmly played chess while having his bone scraped to treat a wound.

In modern times, there was Hero Qiu, who remained unmoving while engulfed in flames, all for victory.

Facts prove that human will is far stronger than imagined.

Suppressing the discomfort in his head, Aiden went to the bathroom to wash up.

After finishing his hygiene routine and splashing cold water on his face, he felt refreshed, and the dizziness eased a little.

Pushing open the door, Aiden prepared to get something to eat.

As soon as he stepped out, the aroma of food drifted into his nose.

Following the scent, Aiden walked to the second floor and arrived at a spacious dining area.

Charles and Hank were sitting at a table, eating and talking.

To Aiden's surprise, many other tables were also occupied.

They were young boys and girls around his age, not many, about a dozen. He did not need to guess to know they were students at the institute, all of them Mutants.

Seeing Aiden appear, the students cast curious glances his way.

Aiden only glanced back and did not pay them much attention.

After all, his soul was that of an adult, so he would not play around with a group of children.

However, his gaze paused on one table.

More precisely, it fell on a little girl sitting alone.

She had long, fiery red hair, red lips, white teeth, and delicate features. Her round face had faint freckles that added a touch of cuteness.

However, her face was expressionless. She sat with her head down, occasionally poking at the food on her plate with a fork, completely lost in thought.

Sensing his gaze, she looked up. Her crystal-blue eyes met his.

As she looked, Aiden felt a strange mental power try to penetrate his mind.

This power was very strong, at least dozens of times stronger than his.

At this moment, it felt like a rough man was kicking open his skull and trying to burrow into his mind to see what was inside.

Charles, also a psychic, immediately sensed the mental fluctuation.

He quickly used his ability to block the unfamiliar mental power.

Instantly, Aiden felt his mind clear.

"Jean, you cannot do that."

Charles spoke sternly, looking at the red-haired girl.

As his voice fell, the powerful mental power vanished.

Looking again, the girl was no longer staring at Aiden. She had lowered her head and was poking at her food again.

"Are you alright, Aiden?" Charles wheeled over to him and asked with concern.

"I am fine."

In reality, Aiden's head throbbed with stinging pain, and combined with the aftereffects of last night's training, he was not feeling well.

However, he endured it and acted normal, not wanting to argue with a little girl.

Seeing this, Charles nodded and pointed to a table piled with food nearby. "You must be hungry. Go get something you like over there."

Aiden nodded and walked over.

It was a buffet area, with tables piled high with various foods.

They were typical Western breakfast items, like bread, fried eggs, sausages, and fruit.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Aiden picked up two slices of bread, one sausage, one fried egg, and a plate of noodles.

It was a full, large plate, a substantial meal.

Ignoring the curious looks from those around him, he carried the plate to a table, sat alone, and began to eat heartily.

(To be continued.)