So before anyone is triggered. No he does not reveal things before his transmigration. Magnus disguises his Copy System as a mutant/meta-human power which is Mimicry.
He shows that his power is to mimic skills and abilities. And using mimicry he can learn skills very fast and has a chance to permanently copy abilities. And rest is mentioned in the chapter.
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So I nodded. And opened the gate.
It began with silence. Then... flickers.
A boy named Magnus, barely five, watching his parents die in a house fire caused by a faulty device in Brooklyn.
His mother's screams muted by smoke. His father's hand losing grip as he tried to force open the door, only to be consumed by the explosion.
And me—him—little Magnus—watching through cracked wooden steps, face covered in ash, the heat scalding skin that would scar mentally and physically but would heal only physically.
The orphanage that followed. Cold. Underfunded. A haven for predators and neglect.
Emma saw it all.
The enlisting in World War II wasn't patriotism. It was escape. And vengeance. He thought maybe he could find answers in Europe. Maybe something about his parents' killers was tied to the war. But all he found was blood. Mud. Screams. Men crying for mothers long dead. Until that one mission—ambush by Hydra. The one that changed everything.
The experiments. Arnim Zola and his twisted science. Chemical injections. Crude surgeries. Machines that hummed with unnatural light. One by one, the regiment fell—good men reduced to howling wrecks or silent corpses. And then Magnus—the last one alive.
And then—awakening.
The Meta-Human gene activation, they called it. But it wasn't just a mutation. It was something else. A reaction. A trigger. The experiments didn't give him power—they simply unlocked what was already there. Buried. Inherited. A legacy his parents tried to bury, that Zola unknowingly unleashed.
His power: Mimicry.
The ability to copy the skills and abilities of others. At first, only one at a time. Temporary. Weaker. But with repetition, refinement, adaptation—it became permanent. It became his.
He showed Emma the first moments—waking in that Hydra cell, wrists shackled, body aching, but mind... humming. The first time he mimicked the guard's skills
I showed her how I adapted quickly—mimicking skills from guards. And how through frequent use I learned them and no longer had to mimic.. The way muscle memory settled into his bones like it had always been there.
Then came the raid.
Bucky Barnes and the 107th. The chaos of the raid. Captain America, larger than life, breaking through the walls like vengeance made flesh.
Emma saw how I watched from the shadows, unseen, mimicking Captain America, Red Skull and even Bucky Barnes. And how there power mimicry together cause me to permanently have those abilities.
She saw how I escaped. Attacked criminals. Wiped out 3 different gangs. Looted money. Then made that money white and using that forged a new identity and became Stark Industries shareholder.
Three gangs wiped off the map, their wealth funneled through shell companies and digital laundries until it emerged clean. Then using that money forged a new identity and became Stark Industries shareholder.
How I can only use Mimicry to copy a weaker version of the skill or ability and only one skill/ability at one time until and unless I gain that ability just like Captain America's Super Soldier Physique or learn that skill from frequent use just like Martial Arts.
Then how I went ahead and mimicked Charles Xavier's telepathic powers. And slept with his mother.
She saw how I met her—Emma Frost, still arrogant, still dangerous, even before she fully stepped into her mutant potential.
And then: the training.
Me, pushing her past her limits. Challenging her. Teaching her to turn pain into power, to refine her gift into a weapon of precision.
Our arguments. Our near-kisses. Her fury when I was right. Her silence when I saw through her.
She saw how I built networks behind the scenes. Hacked into Frost Industries. Used blackmail, corporate plays, and psychological warfare to slowly shift the board of directors, one move at a time.
And she saw the exact moment I made the choice to do it not just for strategy—but for her. Because I believed she deserved better. Because I respected her mind enough to want to see it rule.
All of it—raw, unfiltered, but not exposing what came before this life.
Only what I'd done here. For her. Beside her.
When the link finally eased, we were both trembling—not from weakness, but from the sheer weight of what had passed between us.
She blinked, pupils dilated. "You've been carrying just as much."
I nodded once. "Not everything. But everything that matters now."
Her gaze softened. No longer sharp, no longer guarded.
"You didn't have to do that," she said.
"I wanted to," I replied.
A long pause.
Then Emma leaned forward, brushing her lips to mine again—softer this time. Not claiming. Not testing.
Just... choosing.
When she pulled back, she rested her forehead against mine.
"I think I hate you a little less now."
I chuckled. "That's practically a confession."
"You're insufferable."
"And you should not have shown me all of your one night escapades"
"Well. It is my past after all. And you should also know I also too good at bedwars. ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °) "
"Hmm. I can saw it. Can't wait to check for myself. Sugar " Emma said with a seductive smile.
"I was ready to ruin my life and become the Mistress of a mafia boss just for revenge. But you saved me from going down that road. And I had decided to become your Mistress and I fully intend to follow that decision."
"Maybe I will become more in future but right now I am your mistress and I know my position. And I don't have any problem with it. After all I have seen much more than this with him.(Winston Frost)"
"He used to bring a different women home every week even though my mother was at home. And after a certain number even she did not mind it."
"So, don't worry. I will not mind your love life. But just don't act like him in the future. And my only condition is that don't be someone who has unknown number of illegitimate children."
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