As The Only Mutant in Marvel

Chapter 9: Chapter 9: Glitch? You Are Quill! Thank You, Harry!



It was already past one in the morning when Lance returned to his penthouse, slightly drunk.

As soon as he opened the door, the Red Devil bolted toward him.

Lance scooped the dog up.

"Red Devil, were you being good at home today?"

He laughed, rubbing its head while scanning the room.

After making sure nothing had been destroyed, Lance relaxed and gave the husky's belly a good rub.

"Alright, go play."

He let the dog go, and it sprinted away happily.

Collapsing onto the couch, Lance immediately called up the system interface.

After midnight, a new sign-in was available, and Lance hadn't done it yet.

Now that he was home, there was no need to wait.

"System, sign in!"

A chime rang in his ears.

"Congratulations to the host for signing in and obtaining the Glitch Ability, from Mutant Quill."

Glitch Ability?

What kind of garbage was that?

Lance frowned.

He'd hoped for another powerful ability, but this?

Still, he didn't give up immediately and checked the system interface.

Maybe it was more useful than it sounded.

[Ability not activated] [Glitch. Ipsilon class]

Lance stared blankly at the screen.

Ipsilon class?

Absolute trash.

"Really? Today of all days?"

He muttered, annoyed.

"System, what am I supposed to do with this garbage? If I strengthen it, can its potential improve?"

"No," the system replied.

"Strengthening does not change the potential level of an ability. It only enhances its effects when used."

"So you're telling me that even if I strengthen it a hundred million times, it's still an Ipsilon-level ability?

Just a hundred million times stronger?"

Lance asked, trying to confirm his suspicions.

"Correct," the system replied.

"However, if the host does not require this ability, it can be decomposed.

Decomposing the ability will convert it into proficiency points that can be used to improve the development level of existing abilities."

Lance's disappointment eased a little.

At first, he'd completely written off the ability, thinking no amount of strengthening could make it worthwhile.

The thought of it being slightly better was useless—an Ipsilon-level ability would still be a defective mess no matter what.

And who wanted to look like Quill?

With that monstrous appearance, he'd never be able to show his face in public again.

But after hearing about decomposition, Lance perked up.

If trash abilities could be converted into progress for other powers, then they weren't entirely useless.

In fact, it was a shortcut—saving time and effort he'd otherwise need to develop them manually.

"In that case, break it down," Lance ordered.

"Are you sure you want to decompose the Glitch Ability?"

"Confirm!"

Garbage ability—gone.

"The Glitch Ability has been successfully decomposed," the system announced.

Lance checked the interface, and sure enough, the ability had vanished from the inactive list.

"Add the proficiency points to the teleportation ability," Lance instructed.

His rapid self-healing ability had already hit its limit at level two since it was only a delta-class ability.

But teleportation was different.

It was an alpha-level ability with immense potential, possibly even capable of advancing to omega-level status.

Dumping points into teleportation wouldn't be a waste.

After all, at level two, Lance could already teleport a deserted island over 10,000 cubic meters in volume.

If it leveled up further, the possibilities were endless.

So why hesitate?

Just boost it now.

As the proficiency was added, Lance immediately felt the difference.

It was like he'd practiced teleportation thousands of times.

The development level in the system still showed level two, but his mastery of the ability had clearly improved.

If he broke down a few more trash abilities, Lance was sure teleportation would hit level three in no time.

Then he could test whether he could teleport even larger objects—or islands.

The next day, Harry stopped by with a bottle of expensive wine.

The two shared drinks over lunch, and Lance noticed Harry seemed far more relaxed than before.

He smiled more, and the tension that had been in his posture was gone.

Before leaving, Harry promised to return in a couple of days with the equity transfer letter for the 0.5% shares he'd promised Lance.

Lance told him there was no rush and wasn't worried—he knew Harry wouldn't go back on his word.

Over the next few days, the Osborn Group was thrown into chaos after the deaths of its five major shareholders.

With the power struggle derailed, Harry seized the opportunity to rally smaller shareholders and consolidate his control.

He claimed an additional 2.3% of shares, bringing his total to nearly 10%.

While Harry strengthened his position, the military-backed factions also scooped up a large portion of the shares left behind by the deceased shareholders.

Harry had no choice but to accept it.

The Osborn Group still needed military support, and fighting them wasn't an option.

Even so, the outcome was better than he'd hoped.

Not only was Harry secure from being ousted, but his influence in the company had grown significantly.

The only headache came when the FBI started sniffing around.

Unsurprisingly, they suspected Harry had something to do with the deaths.

But Harry had prepared himself for this.

As the most obvious suspect, he'd expected to draw attention.

It didn't matter, though.

With his status, the FBI couldn't touch him without hard evidence.

At most, they'd put him under surveillance.

No big deal.

Lance was satisfied too.

Harry was in control, his payment was coming, and Lance's own abilities were steadily improving.

With the teleportation ability inching closer to its next breakthrough, he was already thinking about what he'd test next.

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