I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

America, late 1990s.

In an abandoned house, a young man is sitting cross-legged.

He closed his eyes and focused intently, carefully sensing the fluctuations deep within his soul.

"Buzz..."

An indescribable power emanated from his body, causing the surrounding debris to tremble slightly, as if shaken by some unseen shockwave.

"Phew~"

As he exhaled a long breath, the commotion around him gradually subsided.

"Indeed, fragments of my inner universe still remain in my soul."

"This means that even in the Marvel universe, I can still cultivate my cosmos."

Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes. The faint yet familiar light deep within his soul finally allowed his tense mind to relax slightly.

His memory remains frozen at the moment he died in the battle in the Heavenly Realm…

Apollo's divine light was intense and dazzling.

When he came to his senses, he was already in the Marvel Universe, a mutant.

He realized that he had probably experienced a second time travel.

The excruciating pain in his body reminded him of the cruelty of his current situation: he had only just escaped the prison of a laboratory.

At this moment, he was dressed in tattered clothes, covered in wounds, and as weak as a fragile piece of paper.

Being able to sense his inner universe again was undoubtedly the first ray of hope in Ye Feng's desperate situation.

In this perilous world, without power, one cannot move an inch.

And the microcosm is the source of power he is most familiar with and most fundamental to.

In this world free from the shackles of the gods, his path to heaven has only just begun.

"Cough cough..."

"hiss……"

A cough aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.

The prolonged inhuman torture brought his body to the brink of collapse.

Even if he sensed the microcosm, without the corresponding physical support, he would find it difficult to formally cultivate.

"We need to find a place to settle down first." Ye Feng's eyes flickered, and he quickly made a decision.

swish swish...

The strange noise nearby instantly alerted him, and he immediately went into battle mode.

He can't use his inner universe for the time being, but he still has the mutant ability... elemental control.

Mobilizing all the elements of nature remains his greatest reliance at present.

The bushes were suddenly parted, and a tall, strong man rushed out. His muscles were bulging, and his eyes were fierce, like a wild beast that had lost its mind.

"It's you?" The other party seemed to recognize Ye Feng, and their intention to attack noticeably diminished.

"You escaped from there too?"

Ye Feng remained vigilant.

This place is quite a distance from the laboratory, and he did release quite a few mutants when he escaped... but whether the pursuers are right behind him is anyone's guess.

"Yes, thanks to you." The man said, plopping down on the ground with a sigh of relief.

"What's your name, kid?"

Ye Feng didn't respond.

The most urgent task is to recover from the injury.

With a slight thought, his elemental control ability quietly activated.

As if summoned, the wood element among the surrounding flowers, plants, and trees transformed into a shimmering green light that converged towards him and slowly seeped into his body.

The withered skin gradually regained its luster, and the wounds visibly faded and disappeared.

The green light didn't last long.

His body was too weak, and his control over his abilities was far from proficient. But at least, he had survived.

"If only my memories could have returned sooner."

"With the ability to control the elements, my physical body should be even stronger than in my previous life."

"It's a pity that the memories awakened too late."

Ye Feng felt somewhat helpless; he had been reborn as a baby.

Because he died in battle in the Heavenly Realm, and the excessive energy consumed in crossing the world barrier caused his soul to remain dormant.

Otherwise, those people wouldn't have been caught and taken to the lab.

If his consciousness could awaken in infancy.

The minor overhaul of his cosmos might have already led to the attainment of the eighth sense.

The ability to control elements is a variant that seems to be born for cultivating one's inner universe.

However, it's not too late to wake up now.

At least there's still a chance.

The man watched the whole thing silently, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he didn't ask any questions.

"My name is Logan," he said.

"We're not really safe yet. If you don't mind, we can come together."

"Logan?" Ye Feng looked up.

"Your ability is self-healing?"

He guessed the other person's identity almost immediately.

Wolverine, one of the main characters in mutant stories.

"You know me?"

"I think I've seen it in the lab's files," Logan said dismissively.

In that kind of place, the mutants all look somewhat familiar.

"Do you have a destination?" Ye Feng asked.

"No. But it's best to head towards the city." Logan shook his head.

His long years of wandering had long since made him forget the way home.

"Let's go, we can't stay here any longer." Ye Feng stood up.

Although one treatment was far from enough to fully recover him, at least his mobility was no longer severely impaired.

Logan didn't say much, and stood up as well.

The two walked out of the dilapidated house one after the other.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and the faint light of sunrise seemed to crown the newborn freedom.

"Have mutants always been in such a bad situation?" Ye Feng suddenly asked.

Although he knew this was the Marvel universe, he wasn't sure which parallel universe it was.

"Pretty much." Logan smirked.

"Life has been tough ever since mutants were exposed during the Cold War. I've been arrested many times, and I've survived them all because I'm not dead, but I've suffered a lot."

His self-healing ability is both an immortal curse and the source of endless torment.

After all, no matter how strong he is, he is still a mortal, and it is not difficult for modern weapons to control him.

"Have you ever heard of Captain America? Steve Rogers?" Ye Feng asked tentatively.

"Steve Rogers?" Logan frowned and thought for a moment.

"I don't recall. Someone with that title must be quite famous, right?"

"...Hmm." Ye Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and he already had the answer in his heart.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be a parallel universe centered around mutants.

The Avengers may never have existed.

His experiences in his previous two lives taught him that when one is weak, it is difficult for a lone traveler to survive.

He needs allies.

Especially allies with immense potential like mutants.

There are two main theories about the origin of mutants: one is that the Celestials conducted a creation experiment, and as agents of the Creator, they created countless life forms in the universe, including the Eternals and Beyonders; the other points to the genetic legacy of a fallen Celestial.

Regardless of the type, it means that mutants have an extremely high potential.

Especially Omega-level mutants, whose power is almost limitless.

However, looking at many parallel universes, the fate of mutants is often far from bright.

Now that Ye Feng is already in this game, the only thing he can do is try his best to break the deadlock.

What awaits him is utter ruin.

He wouldn't entrust his fate to the mutants' vague and uncertain timeline restart.

That would be the most foolish thing to do.