In the blink of an eye, the world transformed completely.
The lavish hotel room vanished, replaced by a dim prison cell. The soft bodies beside him became filthy, stench-ridden prisoners crowding the cramped space.
Before Leon could process what had happened—
Clang!
A metal rod struck the bars, and Leon's body flinched involuntarily. This body had been conditioned to fear that sound, a Pavlovian response born from repeated trauma.
Several towering figures emerged from the light, distributing bowls of murky, viscous liquid to each cell. When they reached Leon's cage, one of the men sneered:
"Hey, boss—this Asian kid's still breathing. Tough as a cockroach."
The leader, a bald man covered in vicious tattoos, glanced at Leon with cold indifference before warning his subordinate:
"Don't touch him. The deal's going down soon. Dead organs aren't fresh—they'll slash our price."
"Yeah, yeah, got it..."
The lackey bobbed his head obsequiously, then shot Leon a venomous glare. He unconsciously rubbed the wound on his palm, teeth grinding. "You're lucky, kid..."
Organ trafficking.
After they left, Leon pieced together the truth from their conversation. A sharp pain lanced through his skull as fragmented memories flooded his mind.
The original owner, a young man named Leon Demiurge, had been an ordinary college student until a month ago when he awakened his mutant ability. He'd used it to escape unscathed from a house fire.
But survival brought no fortune. Days later, when his parents discovered his mutation, they recoiled in disgust and threw him out.
Then a mysterious organization began hunting him. He was eventually captured by Hell's Kitchen gang members and dragged to this underground prison.
His captor bore a grudge—during the kidnapping, Leon had nearly bitten off a chunk of his hand.
For that, he'd been "specially attended to" ever since.
Looking down at his body beneath the rags, Leon saw skin covered in festering wounds, still oozing blood and pus. The original owner had likely died from these injuries.
Yet this wasn't even the worst crisis ahead. In one week, the gang would complete their transaction with another underground organization. Their "merchandise"—including him—would be slaughtered like livestock, organs harvested and sold.
Moreover, this world was disturbingly familiar. Mutants. Stark Industries.
This is the Marvel universe.
The most dangerous fictional world imaginable. Even if he escaped the immediate threat, how could he survive the Snap that would threaten half of all existence?
Leon refused to gamble on a 50/50 chance of survival.
And was this the MCU or the comics? If it was the film universe, there might be hope. But if it was the comics...
He shuddered.
As for the original owner's powers—
If they were actually powerful, he wouldn't have been kidnapped by common thugs in the first place.
His ability was energy absorption. Yes, identical to the Black King's power. But after the initial emotional surge during his awakening, the ability's potency had plummeted. He couldn't even fully absorb the kinetic energy from a punch, let alone bullets or other mutant abilities.
What use is such a pathetic power?
Despair crashed over Leon. To die right after transmigrating—absurd. His previous life had been comfortable. Why had fate thrown him here?
In that moment of crushing hopelessness, a voice echoed in his mind:
[Congratulations! You have awakened the 'Omniverse Character Template System'!]
[Character Template Acquired: Gojo Satoru!]
[Skill Unlocked: Six Eyes lv1]
[Name: Leon Demiurge]
[Active Template: Gojo Satoru]
[Energy Absorption lv1 (78/100): Absorbs most forms of energy. Current absorption rate and storage capacity: Low]
[Six Eyes lv1 (1/100): Grants 360-degree omnidirectional vision, perceives energy flow, and provides exceptional dynamic vision. Enables precise energy manipulation.]
[Template Fusion: 1%]
[Increase fusion rate to unlock additional abilities]
[Energy Points: 0]
[Reach 100% fusion to obtain a new character template!]
The difference was immediate. Leon could see in all directions simultaneously, his vision impossibly sharp—even individual dust motes hung visible in the stale air.
Blue lines crisscrossed his field of view, their nearest ends terminating at the dim wall lamp behind him.
Electricity. He was seeing the flow of electrical current—the energy-perceiving aspect of the Six Eyes.
After testing the ability, joy surged through Leon. His first template was Gojo Satoru!
Even after the events in the manga that had slightly diminished his reputation, Gojo remained one of the absolute strongest in the Jujutsu Kaisen world.
If he could acquire even a fraction of Gojo's abilities, escaping this prison would be trivial.
Most importantly—Gojo Satoru was impossibly cool.
With the system active, confidence flooded back. But first, he needed to escape this gang's clutches.
Heavy footsteps approached. The guard—Jim, he vaguely recalled—walked over with a predatory grin.
Jim stopped at Leon's cell, sneering down at him. "Tough little bastard, aren't you? Fine. You get to live one more day. Tomorrow, though? I'll give you my special attention."
He unbuckled his belt and urinated into the bowl on the ground.
When Leon's expression remained flat, regarding him like something already dead, rage flickered in Jim's eyes. The wound on his palm throbbed.
But remembering the boss's warning, he restrained himself. He wouldn't dare disobey orders. Instead, he spat a final threat and stalked away.
Leon watched him go, then turned his attention inward.
Yellow liquid and murky gruel pooled on the ground. Though the urine hadn't splashed him directly, he pressed himself against the far wall. Tomorrow, he'd repay this hospitality in kind.
Despite his hunger, Leon refused to touch the contaminated food. Instead, he began studying his newly acquired abilities.
Shifting position, he used his body to block the wall lamp's dim glow. Under cover of a manufactured coughing fit, he applied pressure until the glass cover cracked.
Leon caught a shard and concealed it in his sleeve. Then, carefully, he extended his fingertips to touch the exposed filament.
Success or failure hinges on this.
With the Six Eyes, he felt capable of far more precise energy control. His absorption ability itself seemed enhanced.
As his finger made contact with the filament, guided by the Six Eyes' perfect precision, he drew in both electricity and heat. Simultaneously, his energy points began climbing.
[Energy Points +1]
[Energy Points +1]
[Energy Points +1]
[Energy Absorption Experience +1]
[Energy Absorption Experience +1]
[Energy Absorption Experience +1]
Hours crawled past. Leon kept his body positioned to hide the filament, continuously siphoning energy and channeling every point into the Gojo Satoru template.
Finally, the system chimed with new notifications:
[Template Fusion: 5%]
[New Skill Unlocked: Limitless Technique]
[Congratulations! 'Energy Absorption' has leveled up!]