When Liam opened his eyes, the first thing he saw wasn't the ceiling of his apartment — but a dark, filthy room that stank of rust, sweat, and blood. His head pounded, his body ached, and his wrists were strapped tightly to the arms of a cold metal chair. The air was thick and damp, the faint hum of machinery echoing somewhere far away.
For a few seconds, he couldn't move. His mind was foggy, his breathing uneven. A flickering bulb hung overhead, throwing shadows across the walls and over the metal table in front of him — a table filled with knives, syringes, and twisted tools meant to cause pain. Some were rusted; others still had wet blood on them.
'What the hell… where am I?'
He tugged at the leather straps, but they only bit deeper into his skin. Panic began clawing at his chest. His pulse quickened. His entire body trembled.
Before he could think further, agony exploded inside his skull. It was as if someone had driven a spike through his brain.
Memories that weren't his own crashed into him — sharp, fast, and overwhelming. Faces. Voices. The sound of gunfire. Screams. Experiments. A lifetime of pain and violence that wasn't his.
When it finally stopped, Liam was left gasping for breath, drenched in sweat. His heart hammered in his chest.
And then it hit him.
He wasn't in his body anymore.
He had transmigrated.
The body he now inhabited belonged to a HYDRA agent — one who had broken free from brainwashing, tried to escape, and got caught.
'Oh, perfect,' Liam thought bitterly. 'I landed in a damn HYDRA torture chamber. Out of every place in the multiverse, this is where I end up?'
HYDRA didn't forgive betrayal. They would break him, tear him apart, and then do it again for fun.
'Shit… I'm screwed.'
Just then… something stirred deep inside him.
A faint light appeared in the darkness of his mind — spinning, glowing. It was small at first, like a spark, but it grew brighter, larger, until he could clearly see it: a massive blue wheel turning slowly in his thoughts.
'What the hell is this now? Am I hallucinating?' He thought.
The moment he focused on it, knowledge poured straight into his brain, fast and clear — not in words, but in understanding.
It was called The Wheel of Marvels, a mysterious golden finger, a gift that defied logic. It could grant him any ability from the movies, anime, or novels he had ever seen or read.
And right now, it has given him three free spins.
Three chances. Three miracles. Three ways to survive.
Liam's jaw clenched. His instincts screamed at him to move — now.
'Whatever this is, I don't care. Please just work.'
'Spin!' he commanded in his mind.
The wheel responded instantly, spinning faster and faster until it became a blur of blinding blue light. Sparks of color — red, gold, and white — flashed across his vision before it stopped on a single glowing line:
"Wolverine's Regeneration Ability – Acquired."
A surge of energy exploded through him. Pain turned to warmth, and warmth to raw power. His blood felt like fire. The cuts on his wrists sealed shut before his eyes, bruises vanished, bones hardened, and exhaustion melted away.
He stared at his arms, wide-eyed, watching wounds close like time reversing.
'Holy shit… this is real.'
Every heartbeat felt stronger, every breath easier. His entire body buzzed with energy.
'Regeneration,' he thought, staring at his hands. 'Just like Wolverine. I actually have it.'
He laughed under his breath — half disbelief, half relief.
'Guess HYDRA picked the wrong guy to tie up today,' he couldn't help but smirk.
Also he wasn't done yet. He still had two more spins remaining
He could feel the wheel pulsing faintly inside his mind, waiting.
'Spin again,' he commanded once more without any hesitation.
The Wheel of Marvels spun faster this time, a blur of color and light. Liam's heart raced as the wheel slowed… and stopped again.
"Kirishima's Hardening Quirk – Acquired."
A deep vibration ran through his body, like a shockwave from within. His skin tingled, muscles tightened, and his bones felt heavier — denser, stronger. For a moment, he thought his body might split apart, but instead it solidified.
He focused on the new feeling running through him, and his body responded. His forearms darkened and hardened until they looked like jagged crimson rock. The chair beneath him groaned as his hardened back pressed against it.
'Holy hell,' he thought, eyes wide. 'I can literally turn my body into armor.' Although he knew that as he had watched MHA but this still felt surreal to see in real life.
He experimented a few times, letting the hardened layer fade and return. Each time it worked faster, smoother — like his body was quickly adapting.
'Wolverine's regeneration means I'll never get tired using this,' he thought. 'Even if the hardening strains my muscles or tears my skin, it'll heal right away. No fatigue. Just pure defense.'
For the first time in this nightmare, he didn't feel trapped — he felt unstoppable.
Earlier he was worried about his offensive abilities as he just got Wolverine's healing and not the Admantine claws and stuff. But this quirk now solved that issue too.
'Now my whole body is a weapon,' his smile widened.
He looked down at his solid, rocklike hands, the faint blue glow of the Wheel still pulsing in the back of his mind.
'Defense of a fortress,' he thought. 'Healing of a god.'
The perfect combination for survival.
But he wasn't done yet. One spin still remained.
The blue wheel spun again on his orders before the finally slowing and stopping on a single glowing line.
"Perfect Pain Immunity – Acquired."
As the words appeared, a rush of information flooded straight into his mind. His body stiffened as the knowledge settled in — clear, sharp, and complete. He understood the new ability instantly, not through words, but pure instinct.
He now had Perfect Pain Immunity. His body could still be injured — cut, burned, broken, or even electrocuted — but he would never feel pain again. Every wound would register as calm, precise data instead of agony.
He also knew that his body would always be aware of every injury — its location, depth, and severity — but he'd never go into shock or lose focus. There would be no energy drain, no delayed reaction, and no loss of control.
And most importantly, this immunity wouldn't strip away his emotions or empathy. He could still feel fear, compassion, and anger — everything that made him human. Only pain itself had been removed, leaving his mind clear and his heart untouched.
Liam let out a deep sigh. He had come into this world weak, terrified, and bound to a chair. Now, he could break those chains without effort.
Also he knew one thing for sure — HYDRA had no idea what kind of man they were about to face.