I'm having a blast in Marvel!

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I'm having a blast in Marvel!

Author: Cat on the Ceiling

Synopsis: After transmigrating to the Marvel universe, Chu Hang awakens the [Super Copier] cheat ability—the ability to permanently copy others, but with a cooldown period of up to seven days.

At the start of World War II, he decisively targeted Wolverine, who hadn't yet been infused with adamantium: "I choose you, Healing Factor!"

With this ability, he fought his way from Normandy to Berlin, becoming the legendary "undying ghost" on the front lines.

Captain America returns to form a team? Chu Hang outwardly cooperates, but secretly has already copied the Super Soldier Serum.

At the party the night before the final mission, he raised his glass with a smile: "To the Cosmic Cube!"—and then, out of sheer curiosity, copied the power of the Infinity Stones.

As a result of the energy going out of control, he and Captain America crashed into the glacier.

But he was lucky: seventy years later, a glacial current swept him out, and he happened to run into the scene of Captain Marvel's awakening!

"Warning: An alarming energy source has been detected. Do you wish to replicate the [Binary Formation]?"

"Friendly reminder: Your undigested [Cosmic Cube Energy] can be fused with new abilities."

While S.H.I.E.L.D. was still searching for Captain Marvel, Chu Hang had already flown out a rainbow bridge effect in the sky;

While Iron Man was still hammering away at sheet metal in the cave, he had already used cosmic energy to create the Arc Reactor with his bare hands.

Just as Thanos finally collected all the Infinity Stones and snapped his fingers, Chu Hang had just returned from a vacation in the DC Universe.

"Sorry everyone, I just went next door and touched Superman's Kryptonian constitution."

"I'm shinier than kryptonite under the sun now."

On the day of the final battle, the entire Time Management Bureau was mobilized to intercept this bug.

"I've accumulated 128 superpowers, and I can still unlock a new one every week."

"Today I'll show you why flowers are so red."

Chapter 1 begins in Normandy.

When Chu Hang woke up, his mind was still foggy.

He remembered being in the company's conference room, helping his boss work on a proposal with the client. It was probably late at night, and he was so sleepy his eyelids were practically glued shut. His mind was filled with data and charts, and he could hear his boss talking non-stop. He had only one thought at the time: this job was worse than death.

As a result, the world changed the moment I opened my eyes.

The pungent smell of gunpowder, mixed with the earthy stench and an indescribable metallic odor, kept assaulting his nostrils. His ears were even more noisy, buzzing like hundreds of tractors starting up simultaneously, interspersed with loud "bang, bang, bang" sounds. With each bang, he felt the ground beneath him tremble.

Where is this? Is the company renovating, and are they going to demolish it by explosives?

He struggled to open his eyes, but instead of the familiar ceiling and chandelier, he saw a gray sky. A few black dots, trailing long plumes of smoke, were slowly drifting by.

He shifted his body, feeling as if he were lying in a pit, his whole body covered in wet, cold, and hard mud. He looked down and realized that he wasn't wearing the plaid shirt that had accompanied him through many years of battles, but a thick, heavy, khaki-colored military uniform that he had only seen in old movies.

There were many people lying or sprawled around him, all dressed in similar clothes, their faces smeared like cats', and all blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners. They were all holding long iron weapons, some shouting something at the top of their lungs, while others just lay motionless on the ground.

Chu Hang's mind went blank for a moment, completely shutting down.

He was an ordinary office worker, living a monotonous life between his company and his rented apartment, his biggest dream being to win five million in the lottery and retire early. This situation was completely beyond his comprehension.

Just as he was stunned, a loud "boom" was heard not far away, a ball of fire shot into the sky, and the wave of dust it stirred up crashed down on him, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

He then realized that this wasn't a dream or a movie; this was a real battlefield! Those loud noises were the sounds of exploding shells!

"I...I've time-traveled?" Chu Hang's lips trembled, and his heart sank.

He's a modern office worker who's barely ever been in a fight, completely powerless. Throwing him into a place like this is no different from a death sentence.

Fear gripped his heart like a cold hand. He tried to get up and run, but his legs were as weak as noodles and wouldn't obey him. He could only lie there, huddled in the small crater, listening to the whistling of bullets around him, feeling as if he could turn into a cold corpse at any moment.

"It's over, it's over, it's completely over." He was filled with despair. "I'm going to die right after I transmigrated. I might be the shortest-lived transmigrator in history."

Just when he was in despair, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[Ding! Host's vital signs and mental fluctuations meet the activation criteria. The Super Copier System is now officially activated.]

This system is dedicated to providing the host with the most powerful capabilities. Each week, the host can choose any intelligent life form as a target and permanently copy one of its abilities.

Copying requires contact with the target object.

After successful copying, the system will enter a seven-day, 168-hour cooldown period.

[Given that this is the first time you can copy a target, you can select a target within your line of sight to copy.]

Chu Hang was startled by the sudden sound, then overjoyed.

System! Cheat Code! The standard perk for transmigrators!

The tiny spark of despair in his heart was instantly doped with gasoline and ignited into a raging fire. There was hope! Heaven hadn't forgotten him after all!

Copying a superpower every week? Permanently? That sounds incredible! Given some time, not only would he be able to survive on this battlefield, but he could do whatever he wanted afterward.

The problem is, what he lacks most right now is time.

He peeked out cautiously; outside, gunfire raged, and artillery shells were raining down like they were free. Forget finding someone to copy his abilities; even moving to a new place was an impossible task. Besides, where could he possibly find someone with superpowers? This was a World War II battlefield, not a movie world filled with superheroes.

Does his first ability have to be a copy of a "sharpshooter" or a "fighting master"? This thing is indeed useful on the battlefield, but it doesn't seem like enough to put him at ease.

Just as he was lost in thought, another violent explosion rang out not far from him. This time he wasn't so lucky; a piece of shrapnel, still scorching hot, pierced his abdomen like a red-hot knife.

An indescribable, excruciating pain instantly spread throughout his body. Chu Hang screamed in agony, his entire body arching like a boiled shrimp. He could clearly feel his strength and body temperature rapidly draining away with the blood gushing from the wound in his lower abdomen.

His vision began to blur, and the sound of gunfire in his ears grew farther and farther away.

"No...no way..." With his last bit of strength, he looked down at the gruesome wound and the gushing blood, instantly extinguishing the flame of hope that had just been ignited within him.

The cheat system just arrived, and before I even had a chance to enjoy it, I'm already bleeding to death? What is this? A trial card?

Just as his consciousness was about to fade, he caught a glimpse of a burly man lying next to him out of the corner of his eye.

The guy was also wearing a military uniform, with a full beard and a nearly extinguished cigar in his mouth; he looked even more disheveled than Chu Hang. In the explosion just now, Chu Hang clearly saw a bullet hit his chest, leaving a bloody hole in his clothes.

But this guy acted as if nothing had happened, only muttering a curse under his breath, then spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes still fiercely staring ahead.

At that moment, Chu Hang's mind seemed to be struck by lightning.

Shot, but acting like nothing happened?

This is not normal! This is absolutely not normal!

Could it be... that this guy has "superpowers"?

Chu Hang didn't have time to think about anything else; this was his last chance. He used all his strength to scream wildly in his heart.

"System! System! It's him! Copy his abilities!"

He felt that his consciousness was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

[Ding! Target locked... Scanning for target...]

The system's voice sounded again, and at that moment, it was like heavenly music to Chu Hang.

[Replicable capability discovered: self-healing factor.]

[Confirm copying?]

"Copy! Copy it now!" Chu Hang roared in his mind.

[Copy successful. Congratulations, host, you have permanently gained the ability: Self-Healing Factor.]

[System enters cooling mode. Remaining cooldown time: 167 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds.]

As the system notification ended, an indescribable warm current suddenly surged from his heart and instantly flowed throughout his body.

Immediately afterwards, the wound on his lower abdomen, which had been causing him excruciating pain, began to itch intensely, as if countless ants were crawling on it and desperately trying to burrow into his flesh.

He couldn't help but look down, and then he saw a scene he would never forget.

The deep, bone-revealing wound was visibly writhing and growing. Damaged blood vessels were connecting, torn muscles were healing, and even the lacerated skin was rapidly growing new granulation tissue before quickly scabbing over.

In just over a minute, the potentially fatal wound was reduced to a scab stained with dried blood. Apart from the holes in his clothes and the bloodstains, no one could tell that he had just narrowly escaped death.

Chu Hang touched his stomach blankly, feeling the flat and firm texture, and was completely dumbfounded.

He really survived!

The immense joy of escaping death made him tremble with excitement. Healing factor! So this was the ability he had copied! This ability was practically a divine skill on the battlefield!

Before he could recover from this huge surprise, a sharp whistle suddenly rang out throughout the entire position. The soldiers who were lying or crouching around him suddenly jumped out of the trenches as if they had been injected with chicken blood, guns in hand, shouting incomprehensible words.

The charge began.

While Chu Hang was still in a daze, the burly man with a thick beard next to him also jumped up. He threw the extinguished cigar in his mouth to the ground, stretched his neck irritably, and made a "crackling" sound.

Then, Chu Hang heard a very strange sound.

The sound was crisp, like metal rubbing together.

He instinctively looked toward the source of the sound and saw the burly man raise his right hand, from which three long, bone claws gleaming with a chilling white light sprang forth.

Chu Hang's eyes widened instantly, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg.

He glanced at the three sharp bone claws, then subconsciously thought about the "self-healing factor" ability he had just copied.

A name, a name he knew all too well, suddenly jumped out from the depths of his mind.

Logan. Wolverine.

Chu Hang stared blankly at the figure yelling as it charged toward the German positions, only one thought remaining in his mind.

Holy crap... what exactly did I just copy?

Chapter 2 Hello, my name is Logan

The whistle for the charge pierced Chu Hang's eardrums like an awl. Before he could even process the astonishing fact that he had copied Wolverine's abilities, someone stabbed him in the back with a gun butt, and the immense force sent him staggering, rolling out of the shell crater.

"Get moving, rookie! Want to stay here as a target?" a hoarse voice roared in his ear.

Chu Hang's mind went blank; his body moved purely on instinct, following the swaying figures ahead, stumbling and trudging through the churned mud. He clutched the cold, heavy rifle tightly to his chest; it felt no different from an iron rod in his hands. He didn't even know how to fire it, using it only as his sole source of psychological comfort.

Once we left the cover of the bomb craters, the whole world seemed to turn into a living hell.

Bullets whizzed past his head, ears, and legs, the piercing shrieks sending chills down his spine. Explosions echoed in the distance, each one accompanied by a burst of fire and black smoke, the scorching blasts of air carrying dirt and debris crashing down on him. The thick stench of gunpowder and blood in the air stung his eyes, making his throat burn as if he were inhaling shards of glass rather than air.