MARVEL: I CAN ADAPT TO ANYTHING EVEN DEATH

*Chapter 11: Veil of Shadows* 

*Year: 3905 BC* 

*Region: Eastern Mesopotamia, edge of the Black Forest*

The forest was still. Not in peace—but in anticipation. Shadows clung to the trees like leeches, and the mist curled low along the moss-covered earth. Even the wind dared not whisper here.

Pluto walked through it unbothered.

His silver eyes glowed faintly beneath the hood of a simple cloak, his boots silent against the damp leaves. Creatures that watched from afar—serpents, panthers, things with too many eyes—sensed something in him, something deeper than death. They recoiled. They knew.

He had long adapted to this world's night. Its creatures. Its pressure. And he grew more still—more silent—than even the dark itself.

It had been decades since his arrival into this universe. Decades of walking, observing, fighting, evolving. He had assumed countless names in cities that had already turned to dust. Sometimes revered as a sage. Sometimes feared as a spirit.

But he was always alone.

He preferred it.

Today, the System's interface flickered faintly in his vision. Not summoned—just always there, like breath. He scanned it while moving:

*[System Status]* 

*Name:* Pluto 

*Age:* Unknown (25 upon rebirth) 

*World:* Marvel Universe 

*Vital Traits:*

— *Immortality (True)* 

— *Unlimited Adaptation* 

— *Power Absorption via Proximity* 

— *Emotion Receptor Enhancement* 

— *Pain Immunity* 

*Sub-core App: Music Player – Playing: "Ashes of Titans"* 

A notification hovered:

*[Alert: Unknown Deviant Signature Detected – 0.4 km North-East]* 

*Classification: Tier-3 Mutated Brute (Unstable)*

Pluto exhaled.

It was not annoyance. Not curiosity. Just inevitability.

He veered eastward.

Within minutes, the trees opened into a gnarled clearing where the corrupted Deviant stood, feasting on something once human. Its form was a grotesque pile of muscle and blackened tendons, with jagged bone protrusions down its spine. Its eyes were white voids, without soul or hunger—only function.

It sniffed the air.

Then it charged.

Pluto didn't move.

The Deviant leapt. Mid-air, Pluto's body shifted slightly—just a centimeter—and his hand rose like it had done it a thousand times.

The creature froze.

Time caught up.

Its head rolled off in silence, landing in the underbrush with a soft thud. The body staggered before collapsing.

He whispered nothing. No battle cry. No boast.

But then—he stopped.

The System pinged again.

*[Multiple Deviant signatures converging – 7+]*

His silver eyes narrowed

From the trees, they came. Seven—no, eight—crawling, sprinting, flying. Their forms were twisted by desperation, some bearing armor, others fused with organic metal. These were no scouts. They were experiments. Smart enough to coordinate. Angry enough to overwhelm.

They surrounded him.

The first lunged. Pluto's cloak twisted, and his body vanished—only to reappear mid-air, his palm bursting through the beast's chest. He kicked off the corpse, landed on another, crushing its spine beneath his heel. Claws sliced toward him—he caught them with bare hands, absorbing the impact, his bones adapting instantly to the pressure.

Another Deviant howled—then fell silent as a rock spike burst from its throat.

Pluto moved through them like a whisper through a graveyard. No wasted motion. No sound. Every cut he took, his skin hardened. Every strike landed against him, his muscles learned from it.

He was becoming stronger with each wound. And he felt none of it.

By the time he looked up, a pile of twitching corpses lay at his feet.

And then—they arrived.

Lights fell from the sky like silent meteors. Seven of them. Regal. Impossibly tall. The earth beneath their feet hummed as they touched down.

The Eternals.

Ikaris was the first to step forward, blue eyes glowing with suspicion. His gaze dropped to the corpses—then to Pluto, still surrounded by dust and death.

"You killed them," he said. It wasn't a question.

Pluto tilted his head. "They attacked."

Thena stepped forward next, her golden blade forming from light and will. "You don't feel human."

"I'm not," Pluto replied plainly.

Sprite circled him, invisible, her illusion flickering for a moment as she tried—and failed—to peer into his mind.

"Blocked," she said. "Can't read him."

Druig frowned. "Or he's not there to read."

Before tensions could rise further, Makkari signed something rapidly.

"He was already fighting when we got here," Ajak's voice echoed behind them, calm but commanding. She landed last, her aura brushing the air like a wave of order.

Pluto turned his gaze on her. Unlike the others, she held something more. A presence. Not divinity—but a closeness to something higher.

She stepped forward, unafraid.

"You are not Deviant. Not Eternal. Not Human. So what are you?"

Pluto paused.

Then: "A result."

The group tensed.

Ikaris flared with light. "Of what?"

"Of something older than you." He looked toward the stars, as if remembering the one who made him. "And something… ongoing."

Thena's weapon hummed.

Ajak looked at Pluto long, studying. "You're not our enemy. Not yet."

Pluto didn't answer. He turned from them and began walking.

"You can't just leave," Ikaris called.

"I can," Pluto replied.

And he did.

As he vanished into the forest again, the System pinged softly:

*[Adaptation Progress – Combat Evolution: +1%]* 

*[Power Proximity Registered: Eternal DNA signature detected – partial absorption in process...]*

Far away, high above the clouds, in a realm without time… a pair of glowing eyes watched.

And smiled.

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A/N: sorry for the late update guys I have really been busy and when I was free there was no network as an apology I would do three chapter tomorrow instead of two