As The Only Mutant in Marvel

Marvel Universe, Earth-199999-01.

This is a new universe, derived from the MCU.

Similar to the MCU universe, but different.

Liberty City, Paradise Mansion.

A 70-story skyscraper located on the East Side of Manhattan Island, Paradise Mansion is a world of luxury.

The building is practically a small city of its own, equipped with every imaginable facility. From the 40th floor upward, it's all high-end residential space.

The price per square meter here could scare the dead back to life.

Those who live here are either obscenely wealthy or impossibly influential.

Everything below the 40th floor is dedicated to convenience—supermarkets, restaurants, entertainment centers—you name it. Residents enjoy the best service money can buy.

For the rich, it's paradise.

For the poor, it's hell.

With money, you can have anything you desire. Without it, you can't even get through the front gate.

Security here is rumored to be the best in the country. Every guard is either ex-special forces or personally recruited for their skills—and paid handsomely for it.

No wonder the rich call this place heaven.

That's also how the building earned its name—Paradise Mansion.

But there's one rule that stirs constant controversy.

No Black people allowed.

In a country obsessed with fighting racial discrimination, this rule is an open slap in the face.

But the truth is, in America, money rules.

The residents of Paradise Mansion—without exception—are powerful, influential people.

They don't just ignore the rules.

They make them.

The 66th Floor—Paradise Mansion.

In a penthouse spanning over 500 square meters, the remnants of a wild party linger.

Empty bottles, trashed furniture, and the faint smell of alcohol fill the air.

Young men and women lie sprawled across the couches and carpets, passed out cold.

In one of the luxurious bedrooms—

Lance woke up, groggy and disoriented.

His head felt like it had been stomped by an elephant.

The ceiling spun as he forced his eyes open.

"How much did I drink last night?"

He stumbled out of bed, one foot in a slipper and the other bare against the plush carpet.

After a few steps, his stomach lurched.

Rushing to the en-suite bathroom, Lance vomited into the toilet.

When it was finally over, he leaned against the sink, rinsing his mouth and splashing cold water on his face.

Then it hit him.

Wait.

Where the hell am I?

This wasn't his apartment.

The sleek design and expensive decor screamed luxury.

If he had this much money, why would he even go out drinking?

Still feeling foggy, Lance rubbed his temples.

And that's when it happened.

Fragments of memories—strange yet familiar—flooded his mind.

Scenes flashed like a movie reel, one after another.

The rush lasted only seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

When it finally ended, Lance slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.

"So…I time-traveled?"

He laughed bitterly.

"Of all the crazy shit…"

Back in his old life, he had no attachments—nothing worth staying for.

Now, he was rich. Filthy rich. Rich enough to never work another day.

It wasn't bad.

But then there was the other thing.

This world.

Stark Industries.

Captain America.

It wasn't fiction anymore.

This was Marvel.

And it was 2014—December 25th, to be exact. Christmas Day.

The party last night? His Christmas party.

But the timing hit him hard.

If this world followed the timeline he knew, he had less than four years before—

Snap.

Half the universe gone.

Unless he was lucky enough to be in the 50% who survived.

Sure, the Avengers would probably bring everyone back in five years.

Probably.

But his gut told him not to count on it.

Things already felt…off. Details from his memories didn't match the MCU he knew.

And what if that meant the snap never got reversed?

What if he was in the unlucky half?

Lance pushed the thoughts aside.

No point stressing over it now.

Maybe Thanos wouldn't snap at all.

Maybe the world had other dangers waiting.

Hell, maybe he'd die tomorrow.

Focus.

Gold Finger.

If he was a time traveler, there had to be a cheat code, right?

That's how it worked in all the stories.

"Ding!"

His heart leaped.

But it wasn't the system.

It was his phone.

A text message.

Spam.

Lance almost smashed the damn thing.

Then—

"Ding!"

Another text?

"It is detected that the host is the only Mutant in this world. The strongest Mutant system activating!"

Gold Finger!

Lance froze as a golden interface appeared in his mind.

He wasn't seeing it with his eyes—but he could feel it.

[The Strongest Mutant System]

Name: Lance

Sex: Male

Age: 23

Active Abilities:

• Rapid Self-Healing Lv2 (Delta-level)

Inactive Abilities:

• None

A Mutant? Me?

Lance thought back.

It made sense.

His physical fitness was always exceptional. Better than professional athletes without even trying.

And his injuries healed faster than anyone he knew.

One time, he'd been shot in the abdomen.

By the next day, the wound was almost gone.

On the third day, there wasn't even a scar.

He'd chalked it up to luck before.

But now it made sense.

He wasn't human.

He was a Mutant.

Sure, a low-level one—a delta-level mutant with basic abilities.

But compared to normal people?

He was a monster.

And apparently, the only Mutant in this world.

But why?

Why was he the only one?

Lance pushed the question aside.

There were bigger things to figure out.

Like this system.

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