Doctor of the Dark Night in the Marvel Universe
I found myself transmigrated into the body of Michael Morbius, the Doctor of the Night. Once a patient suffering from a rare blood disorder, I relied on sheer willpower and exceptional intellect to become a genius in the field of medicine. Driven by the hope of finding a cure—not only for myself, but for others afflicted with the same illness—I used my own body as a test subject. The experiment, however, went awry, transforming me into a “living vampire.” When the cure for a disease becomes more terrifying than the disease itself, should one still pursue it?
Doctor of the Dark Night in the Marvel Universe
Michael gazed at the newspaper with a complex expression. It carried the news of playboy Tony Stark’s disappearance.
“As expected,” he sighed.
When he saw the statue of Captain America, he had a vague sense that he had entered an extraordinary world. Coupled with his peculiar blood disease and his own name, he could more or less deduce whose body he had transmigrated into.
He was now Doctor Michael Morbius, the Living Vampire.
“Michael, dinner’s ready.”
“All right, Mother.”
Still a minor, Michael was particularly frail, so much so that he needed a cane to walk. Martha looked at the boy, unable to suppress a pang of pity in her heart.
There were two others at the table. One was a middle-aged man whose bearing was somewhat authoritative, though his hair had already turned white. His name was Jack, Michael’s adoptive father. The other was a girl about the same age as Michael, his nominal sister, though the two never spoke.
“Michael, do you need my help?” Martha asked.
“No need, Mother.”
In truth, Martha was not his biological mother, nor was Jack his blood father. This was not his original family. He had been born with an extremely rare blood disorder that caused his blood cells to die off, weakened his immune system, and left his body frail to the extreme. Even the slightest bump could injure him, possibly even threaten his life.
As the blood cells died, their capacity to carry oxygen diminished, failing to meet the body’s needs. Now, numbness had already set into his limbs, especially his legs, making movem
