[Brain Storage.]
[Slow speed, cherish what you see.]
Dark, damp, reeking of cheap whiskey and a pungent mix of hormones.
Lynt woke up with a splitting headache, the hangover making him feel like he wanted to throw up his entire stomach.
Instinctively, he reached out to rub his throbbing temples, but his hand met a somewhat grainy, warm, and astonishingly elastic patch of skin.
Something was off.
This touch definitely wasn't his own.
He abruptly opened his eyes.
What greeted him was a female body sprawled beside him. Moonlight, filtering through the gaps of a tattered blind, dappled her form, outlining a devilish curve that was both powerful and beautiful, like a she-panther.
But what captivated all of Lynt's attention was her skin—it was a bizarre, alluring, yet fatally seductive... blue.
Boom!
A memory, completely alien to him, surged into his mind like a city's floodgates opening, a torrential tide.
His name was Lynt, a second-generation rich kid coasting on his ancestors' legacy.
He distinctly remembered that a second ago, he was speeding, trying to overtake a large truck on the midnight highway.
The next second, blinding high beams and deafening honks swallowed everything.
That overloaded hundred-ton truck, like swatting a fly, turned him and his car into a crumpled mess of scrap metal.
Then, transmigration.
He transmigrated into a world he was intimately familiar with, yet utterly terrified of—the Marvel Universe.
A hellhole where heroes were everywhere, villains were as common as dogs, aliens invaded today, robots wanted to destroy the world tomorrow, and the day after, a purple titan could snap his fingers and randomly wipe out half the universe!
And the identity of the woman before him, this woman with cerulean skin and a seductive figure, also surfaced.
Mystique, Raven Darkhölme.
A B-class mutant, but in some ways more troublesome than many A-class ones.
"Buzz..."
Before he could even process this immense information, enough to give any transmigrator a heart attack...
A cold, mechanical voice abruptly sounded in his mind.
[Detecting host's first deep 'Yin-Yang River Crossing' with a high-energy life form (B-class mutant), gene chain passively activated...]
[Strongest Auxiliary System 'Yin-Yang Joyful Buddha Body' binding... 10%... 50%... 99%...]
Lynt's brain completely crashed.
Yin-Yang River Crossing? Joyful Buddha Body?
What kind of improper cheat was this? It sounded like a setting from some third-rate erotic novel!
He looked down at his own equally naked body, then at Mystique, who was sleeping soundly beside him, and fragmented memories began to piece together.
Last night... he, driven by instinct, with a stranger... So, this was his starting point after transmigrating?
Waking up in a mutant's arms, and activating a system that sounded like it would cause kidney deficiency?
Just then, those cerulean-yellow eyes, like those of a top predator, opened without warning.
Raven was awake.
She didn't immediately make any aggressive moves, simply turned on her side, observing Lynt with a scrutinizing gaze, thick with interest.
Her look was like observing a prey that had wandered into her lair, yet was exceptionally intriguing.
Lynt's muscles instantly tensed, his heart pounding as if it would shatter his ribs, the metallic taste of adrenaline spreading in his throat.
He felt like a frog targeted by a giant python, even his breathing became cautious.
This was Mystique!
A top agent who killed without batting an eye, skilled in combat and assassination, and completely distrustful of humans!
He was unarmed, naked; she could crush him more easily than an ant.
"Little guy,"
Mystique lazily stretched, her perfect body curves fully displayed in the moonlight.
Her lips parted, curving into a playful smile, her voice husky and sexy.
"You're awake?"
Her fingers lightly traced Lynt's chest, the touch sending a tingling shiver.
"Last night, you were so passionate."
She leaned in closer, her nose almost touching his cheek, her cerulean-yellow eyes seemingly able to see through people's hearts.
"More interesting than any man I've ever met. And..."
She paused, pinching Lynt's chin, forcing him to meet her gaze, the playfulness in her eyes deepening.
"Your body... has a very peculiar energy that makes me crave more. Honestly, I'm very curious about what you really are."
Her words jolted Lynt.
So that was it! It was his body, transformed by the system, or rather, the soul of a transmigrator, that had unconsciously emitted some special quality last night, making her see him as an interesting discovery rather than a problem to be dealt with.
[Ding! 'Yin-Yang Joyful Buddha Body' bound successfully!]
[Cheat Panel loaded!]
The heavenly sound echoed in his mind, but the real-world crisis suddenly escalated.
Raven licked her lips, then, with a flip, instantly gained absolute dominance, pinning Lynt beneath her.
Her arms propped on either side of his body, she looked down at him, a flame igniting in her cerulean-yellow eyes—the excitement of a predator.
"Again,"
Her voice carried an undeniable command.
"I'm not satisfied yet."
As she spoke, Raven's body began to undergo a wondrous transformation; her skin, hair color, and features rapidly reorganized.
The allure of Scarlet Witch, the heroic spirit of Captain Marvel, the competence of Black Widow... and even the wildness of She-Hulk.
She was like a magician displaying her collection, showing off her abilities before him.
Lynt's heart raced to its limit, but his mind, under the threat of death, was clearer than ever.
Beg for mercy? She'd snap my neck like a chicken's.
Play dead? Would a top assassin fall for such a petty trick?
She's not trying to kill me right now; she's treating me like a toy.
She enjoys this game of controlling everything, playing with people's minds.
She's transforming into these different forms to test me, and to show off, wanting to see my ugly state dominated by desire.
But... a woman who has spent her entire life pretending to be others, what does she crave most?
To be accepted for her true self.
Charles wanted her to return to being Raven, Magneto wanted her to be the weapon that was Mystique.
No one had ever told her that her original appearance was the best.
This was a huge gamble.
Lose, and he'd be doomed forever.
Win... Lynt suppressed the fear in his heart, desire becoming his sharpest weapon at this moment. He looked directly into her constantly changing face and said, clearly, word for word:
"Raven, it's you, just as you are, that I want."
Her transforming body suddenly froze.
The face, which had just formed into Black Widow, like a TV screen with bad reception, instantly collapsed after a distortion and flicker, returning to her original form.
Cerulean skin, blood-red short hair, golden pupils, and that unique, grainy skin.
The playful smile on her face vanished, replaced by a complex expression mixed with shock, confusion, and a hint of recollection.
Once, someone had said that to her too... Now was the moment!
Lynt caught her momentary distraction; his survival instinct and a man's desire to conquer merged in an instant.
He suddenly exerted force from his waist, using a clever move, and before Raven could react, he instantly reversed their positions.
The initiative changed hands!
He took the offensive, pinning the female predator who had just been so dominant beneath him, and looking at her yellow eyes, which rarely showed such shock, he smiled.