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Kapitel 1: Chapter 1: Becoming an Angel

"Warren, are you okay?"

Warren suddenly snapped out of his thoughts and nodded. "I'm fine."

His father, Warren Worthington II, patted his shoulder and smiled in relief.

"The Worthington Laboratory that I invested in has achieved tremendous success. Soon, it will free you from your current predicament," he said.

"I look forward to that day," Warren replied calmly.

"It won't be long. I have already met with the president, and the government will fully support our 'cure.' We have started large-scale production," Warren Worthington II explained.

Warren Worthington II, the head of the Worthington Group, a Fortune 500 company in a certain universe on Earth, was a busy man. However, he loved his son dearly, which is why he invested in the Worthington Laboratory.

He took the time to come back and share the good news of the laboratory's significant progress with his son.

What pleased him even more was his son's unusually amiable attitude today, which had previously been somewhat distant.

In high spirits, Warren Worthington II left home satisfied to attend to his business matters, leaving Warren alone in his room.

Closing the door and standing in front of the mirror, Warren, with a slight hunch, took off his clothes, revealing his well-built upper body adorned with a belt.

Don't misunderstand; he wasn't a philosopher. He was just...

Whoosh!

Released from constraints, his wings suddenly unfurled from his back, pristine and pure.

He was simply a mutant.

"I have become an angel in the X-Men," Warren found it difficult to accept this fact, even though it had been nearly a day since he crossed over.

Accompanying his transformation was a card drawing system.

Single draw, ten draws... but he had no money.

No newcomer's package, no first recharge discount, and the only option to recharge was a prompt indicating that 100g of gold equaled 1 coin. Warren checked the prices and realized that acquiring a single coin required spending over four thousand dollars.

Below, a 24-hour countdown timer displayed the remaining time with a gold coin.

The system seemed to offer one coin every 24 hours, which would allow him to make a single draw of the lowest-tier common card, serving as a daily guarantee.

Common, rare, epic, legendary—cards of these four tiers were drawn separately, with the cost of a single draw increasing by hundreds, thousands, and even millions of times.

A single draw of a common card cost only one coin, a rare card required a hundred coins, an epic card necessitated one hundred thousand coins, and a legendary card demanded one billion coins.

"Damn, receiving one coin every 24 hours... Can I live long enough to draw a legendary card with the free coins?" Warren roughly estimated that it was highly unlikely, so he wondered if being an angel, a mutant, granted him extended life.

Or perhaps he could draw out someone else's lifespan?

It seemed that only spending real money would do.

"I wonder if the version of me from the original world simply disappeared or died, or if we swapped places. If I died and disappeared..."

Damn!

He hadn't even taken his new girlfriend to bed yet, hadn't driven his newly purchased car for long, hadn't even mentioned bringing his girlfriend home for Chinese New Year... Oh, damn it!

"Can snapping my fingers send me back?" This question was quite complex.

While Warren indulged in his random thoughts, the 24-hour countdown finally reached zero.

One coin was added to his account!

"As my reliance in this perilous world, please give your utmost support!" Warren washed his hands and returned to his room to draw a card.

Single draw: 1 coin.

Ten draws: 10 coins (with an additional blue common-level card as a bonus).

Hmm... aren't they supposed to be common, rare, epic, and legendary? What does a blue card mean?

Warren had little experience playing card-drawing games before and didn't quite understand why he had brought a card-drawing system with him when he crossed over. He was a player of Dungeon Fighter Online, so theoretically, he should have been given a ghost hand or the Eye of Darkness, but he didn't receive either.

His understanding of cards was limited to the manga he watched as a child—the one where they printed cards on-site.

"Come on, let's draw a common card!"

The single coin he had glimmered as it was spent, and out of the four gray cards, the one on the far left representing "common level" shone with a constantly changing white, blue, purple, and gold.

When the frequency of the changes reached its peak, it abruptly stopped.

[Golden Common] The majestic voice declared the result.

Warren was startled. "Damn! Why are you shouting like that? What's the point of making such a loud noise?"

This thing actually had sound! Did it want to scare people? It didn't make a single sound all this time until I paid?

Beyond being startled, he noticed the card itself taking on its appearance.

It was a white crystal card with a picture on top and text below, with a golden gem embedded at the golden ratio.

[Golden Common: Expert of Chaos]

The picture depicted a golden figure standing proudly with a hill of gray figures beneath his feet.

[Fusing the combat experience of ten top mortal experts, a one-time-use card]

[Do you want to use it?]

Of course.

This card, which had only appeared less than a minute ago, dissolved into light particles, and Warren's mind was flooded with numerous fragments of memories.

First-person perspective, battles, battles, battles, battles... endless battles!

The battles involved opponents similar to humans but mostly non-human. The protagonist from the first-person perspective didn't possess any powers beyond human capabilities; he was an ordinary person using every part of his body as a weapon, dancing with any weapon he picked up effortlessly.

Endless battles. Because the memories were fragmented, Warren couldn't determine how long these memories added up to.

...

However, when he woke up, he found himself lying on the floor.

He had slept on the floor from noon until evening, only awakened by the butler's knocking.

It was dinnertime.

Warren dined alone and, after the meal, returned to his room. As he walked, his posture suddenly became unrecognizable.

"Drawing from the combat experience of ten experts, I feel my muscles itching!"

It wasn't any familiar fighting style for Warren. The combat experience bestowed upon him by the "Expert of Chaos" card seemed to come from another world, with many memories of non-human opponents glimpsed from the fragmented memories.

Different styles, none of which existed on Earth, blended together to form a profound fighting technique firmly rooted in Warren's mind.

"Hey!"

"Ha!"

...

He practiced a few moves in his room, nodding with satisfaction.

Not only were the moves good, but this body was also stronger than his original one, with an additional set of abs.

Warren could only entertain himself because although the staff and servants in the house showed respect and courtesy, he could still clearly sense their aloofness. It was quite excessive for him, a newcomer, to notice that.

A mutant!

Most ordinary people in this world despised mutants, especially after the recent incident where mutants nearly brought about the destruction of humanity.

Warren discovered through his online research that the president himself had been targeted in an assassination attempt, carried out by a teleporting mutant. It had triggered a global crisis, thrusting the issue of mutants into the spotlight.

This event mirrored the plot of X-Men 2, where William Stryker controlled the teleporting mutant to assassinate the president and Professor Charles Xavier, using a device called the Cerebro to amplify his powers to eliminate mutants worldwide. However, the situation was reversed, and it was the ordinary humans who faced destruction, thanks to the intervention of Magneto.

If not for the efforts of the X-Men, the world would have been left with only mutants.

Being almost killed by mutants, even those who didn't initially hold a grudge against them now despised them. Warren discovered that his father, Warren Worthington II, couldn't accept the fact that his son was a mutant. However, due to his wealth, he invested in the Worthington Laboratory to develop a "cure" that could nullify mutant abilities.

The storyline of X-Men: The Last Stand revolved around this "cure." Magneto led the mutants in an attempt to destroy the source of the cure, while the X-Men stood on the side of humanity to prevent it.

"In the face of Magneto's existence, where metal weapons are useless, the Worthington Laboratory would have been destroyed if not for the support of the X-Men. What role should I play in this scenario?" Warren wondered. Should he observe the situation and let it unfold, or should he use his knowledge of the plot to alter the outcome? After all, many lives were at stake.

But it wouldn't be easy. Jean Grey's presence complicated matters. As the most powerful mutant with the Phoenix Force, it would be challenging to kill her, and changing the course of events would likely release an even greater threat. He couldn't just go to Nepal to request support from the Supreme Sorcerer, could he?

Injecting the cure into her? Ridiculous. She wasn't Magneto; plastic weapons wouldn't work against her. And if he got close to Jimmy, who could teleport, his mutant abilities would be nullified. How could he teleport?

"It's best to let this storyline play out quietly. This world doesn't need a Phoenix that only causes destruction," Warren decided. He planned to stay quietly at home, draw some cards, and wait for this chapter of the plot to unfold.


Kapitel 2: Chapter 2: No More Talk, Let's Go for a Ten-Draw

However, the next morning, Warren was summoned by Worthington II with a phone call, and a driver sent him to the family company.

Downstairs, a line of mutants waiting for the antidote was separated from the protesting crowd by security guards.

"Mutants don't need the antidote!"

"We don't need to be cured!"

...

Warren appeared hunched over because behind his back, beneath his clothes, a pair of wings were bound.

He went upstairs and pushed open the door.

"Hi, Warren," greeted an elderly woman in a white coat, but he didn't recognize her. He only recognized his father, who occupied this body, and the household staff.

He could only nod in acknowledgement.

"Warren, did you sleep well last night?" asked Old Worthington with concern.

"Yes."

"I'm glad you made this decision to become the first publicly cured individual."

Worthington II was overjoyed. Not only had the experiment made great progress, but his son had also become so reasonable, unlike before when he was rebellious.

Even if the antidote had a small flaw, it didn't matter.

"The transformation process after the antidote injection may be a bit painful," the elderly woman said as the people beside her secured Warren.

"Is the effect of the antidote permanent?" Warren asked.

"...Of course."

"Is that so?" Warren looked at Old Worthington.

Worthington pondered for a moment and decided to tell the truth to his now reasonable son, "Actually, it's not. We are still trying to fully identify the child's genes. The effect of the antidote only lasts for a while... But as long as you receive regular injections, it'll be fine, right?"

"I hope there are no side effects."

"Absolutely not! We have conducted many experiments, and it is absolutely safe," assured Old Worthington.

"Alright." Warren clenched his left fist, and the blood vessels bulged noticeably. It was the type that interns loved.

The needle pierced his skin, and the liquid was sent into his bloodstream. The slight pain was nothing at all.

But what followed was quite deadly.

"Ah—!"

Thud

Thud

The straps that held him in place were shattered by Warren, and he broke free, extending his pure white wings.

But this was his final time spreading his wings. The antidote began to take effect, and the wings violently retracted, leaving only a few scattered feathers.

His abilities were gone.

Warren half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. He swore he would never inject this stuff again!

"It will be fine in the future. The regular injections won't involve any transformation process or pain," the elderly woman said.

"Warren... You've finally become a normal person," Old Worthington exclaimed excitedly as he helped Warren up.

"I'm a bit tired," Warren now looked like someone dragged out of the water, drenched in sweat.

"Rest well for now."

In the movie, Warren refused to inject the antidote and broke free from the restraints to fly away.

But now Warren didn't care much. After all, his abilities could be restored, and...

Wings were really troublesome, weren't they? Especially when taking a shower or sleeping.

He had only recently crossed over, and he already felt the trouble. It would be better to fold them up when not in use.

Worthington II must be extremely busy recently. "The antidote" was such a influential thing that not only the country's president but also other countries had sent congratulatory messages and expressed interest in cooperation. He must be extremely busy during this period.

Let him be busy. Anyway, Warren hadn't been in this world for long, and he wasn't familiar with Worthington II. It would be better to see him less.

At noon, the 24-hour countdown was reached, and a brand new gold coin appeared.

"It's time for another card draw. Hehehe..."

Warren rubbed his hands excitedly and started the draw.

Flashing white, blue, purple, and gold lights danced around before settling.

[White Common]

This time, Warren was prepared, so he wasn't shocked, but...

"What the hell?"

[White Common: AWP]

The screen displayed a sniper rifle that Warren was very familiar with.

[AWP High-Precision Sniper Rifle, with no attachments or ammunition.]

"Huh???"

What's the point of a white common if it has no attachments or ammunition!

"White, blue, purple, gold... even if white is the worst, it shouldn't be this bad!"

Compared to the gold common [Master of Chaos] from yesterday, the difference between the white common [AWP] and trash wasn't significant.

Useless.

Warren couldn't be bothered with this card and closed the card drawing system. He went to the gym to exercise.

...

It had to be admitted that in his angelic state, Warren's strength, speed, endurance, reaction time, and other attributes were beyond the limits of ordinary or even superhuman beings. Now, suppressed by the "antidote," he could clearly feel that his attributes had significantly decreased.

For example, breaking the straps that held him directly was something an average person with a physique like his couldn't do, but he could do it in his angelic state.

But now, it was definitely impossible.

He spent the afternoon in the gym, practicing the combat techniques granted to him by the [Master of Chaos] card, making the precious experience blend with this body.

After all, this was the Marvel world. He had seen in the news yesterday that Stark Industries seemed to be signing a new contract with the Department of Defense regarding the Jericho missiles.

The Marvel world was dangerous. The more power he had, the safer he would be... in theory.

Old Worthington had indeed been busy lately, so Warren started considering spending money in the game.

As the future successor of the Worthington family, he had a lot of pocket money, but when Warren flipped through his old diaries and photos, he realized that he didn't go out much.

After all, he had a pair of wings hidden behind him, making him appear hunched over. It was normal not to go out.

One more draw, and if there are no good items, I'll spend money.

After exercising in the morning and having lunch, he started the free lottery.

Flashing lights of four colors, finally settling on blue.

[Blue Common]

The solemn voice announced the result.

[AK47 - Golden Collector's Edition]

"What the hell..."

He actually drew an AK, and it's the golden one!

Warren couldn't help but ridicule. Why did he get another gun?

The previous [AWP] was still idling in the card pool, and now the golden AK could keep it company.

Warren tossed both cards aside and prepared to spend money.

"Sebastian?"

"Young Master Warren."

Sebastian, the butler older than Old Worthington, appeared and awaited instructions.

"I want to buy a collectible gold brick issued by a bank, around 1000g. Use my pocket money," Warren handed over his card with the password written on it, "That will do."

"Yes, Young Master." Sebastian accepted it with both hands and asked, "Anything else, Young Master?"

"I want to learn shooting. Arrange it for me. That's all for now," Warren replied.

"Very well, Young Master."

Having a butler was quite convenient, especially now that their attitude had suddenly improved. It was probably because they noticed Warren's straightened posture and the fact that the "antidote" from Worthington Pharmaceuticals had become the hottest topic.

He was no longer a mutant.

Sebastian quickly took care of the arrangements, setting up a shooting club and hiring a coach for Warren.

The gold brick was also bought and brought back. Warren simply discarded the certificate and packaging, tossing them into the trash. He held the heavy gold brick in his hands, and a prompt appeared asking whether he wanted to recharge "10 gold coins."

The recharge amount could be adjusted here, with a maximum of 10 and a minimum of 1.

"Recharge 10 gold coins."

Here we go, time for a ten-draw!

"Ten-draw!"

The lights of various colors flashed during the draw, and one by one, white common cards flew out.

[White Common]

[White Common]

[White Common]

[White Common]

...

Nine white common cards in a row. Warren couldn't help but suspect that there was some kind of trick to the system.

Or maybe I forgot to wash my hands?

Finally, on the tenth draw, there was a deviation from the white common cards.

"Thank goodness."

[Purple Common]

As expected, the tenth card was not a white common.

It was a guaranteed draw, a [Blue Common].

"What the heck is this?"

Among the nine white common cards, the difference between the white common [AWP] and trash was not that significant.

[Pleasure Combo]: The classic combination of hamburger, fries, and cola.

[First Aid Kit]: Equipped with gauze and bandages, can handle bleeding situations.

...

The previous few were useless, things that could be bought in the real world.

Of course, grenades might not be readily available, but they could still be purchased.

Only the last three cards had a bit of uniqueness.

[Green Wolf Fur Cloak]: A cloak made of green wolf fur, providing excellent insulation.

A green wolf? There didn't seem to be such a wolf on Earth. It was a treasure worth collecting.

[Basic Mechanics]: A one-time card that allows you to become proficient in the field of mechanics.

[Elven Silver Earrings]: A delicate and beautiful accessory, extremely appealing to women.

"Let's summarize: everything except Basic Mechanics is useless."

The gold common [Master of Chaos] from before truly deserved its status, as it was much more powerful compared to these white common cards.

The nine white common cards, the purple common card, and the blue common card slightly elevated the quality of this ten-draw.

At the same time, Warren also learned how the system judged the levels of skills.

White Common: Entry-level.

Blue Common: Proficient.

Purple Common: Master.

Gold Common: Mastery in multiple disciplines.

"Just to be safe, I better lie down on the bed before using them."

Having experienced sleeping on the floor after using a card, this time Warren lay on the bed before using the three cards.

After using them, he fell asleep, only to wake up the next morning.


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