Starting as a Class Five Mutant

While Donald Pierce shook his head in denial and countless viewers remained in shock, an event was unfolding over a hundred kilometers away.

A military base had already launched several missiles.

In fact, they had been airborne for some time now.

Just as the fighter jets, armored vehicles, and helicopters were being wiped out, the missiles were arriving at their target.

The stunned spectators had barely processed the white-clad mutant's terrifying abilities when dozens of white missiles streaked across the sky, leaving behind glowing trails as they hurtled toward their airborne target.

Before, such a sight would have filled them with confidence—certain that the mutant was doomed.

But now?

No one had even the slightest hope left.

Sure enough, the next moment, the missiles froze midair.

Then, crimson energy engulfed them completely.

When the red glow faded, nothing remained.

Neither debris nor an explosion—just empty sky.

Neither Donald nor the others watching showed any surprise.

They had expected this outcome.

And yet, another wave of missiles emerged from the horizon, speeding toward the scene.

Donald's eyes lit up as a sudden realization struck him.

"Maybe… we can just wear him down?"

After all, he wasn't God.

There was no way he could keep using his abilities indefinitely.

No matter how strong he was, no matter how overwhelmingly powerful he seemed, eventually, he had to run out of energy!

Donald wasn't the only one with this thought. Many others latched onto the idea, their hope rekindled.

But just as they started to believe in this strategy—

Syd's patience ran out.

His gaze snapped toward the direction of the missile launches.

A flicker of light passed through his eyes.

Instantly, his vision extended beyond the horizon, granting him a clear view of the distant military base over a hundred kilometers away.

It didn't take long for him to locate the base.

At that moment, the facility was preparing to fire another volley of missiles, clearly intending to grind him down with sheer numbers.

Too bad.

Syd had no intention of giving them that chance.

What happened next left Logan and the others utterly speechless.

Syd simply extended his right hand.

Crimson light surged from his body, spreading outward at an unimaginable speed.

Within seconds, his Chaos Magic had enveloped the distant military base.

A vast area—spanning hundreds of kilometers—was instantly swallowed by the deep red glow.

Then, the unthinkable happened.

Everything—dirt, buildings, vehicles, soldiers, the entire base—began to dissolve.

Disintegrate.

Vanish.

Screams of terror erupted from within the base, only to be abruptly cut off.

Mere moments later, as the crimson glow faded, all that remained was a massive crater nearly two hundred meters deep.

Seen from a satellite feed, the devastation was clear.

A vast, barren pit, stretching for hundreds of kilometers.

Everything inside was gone.

"AAAAHHH!"

Radio host Clyde let out an involuntary scream.

The sight was too much.

It was as if a nuclear bomb had wiped the area clean—except there had been no explosion, no fire, no shockwave.

Just complete and utter erasure.

His co-host, Bert, could barely stammer out his thoughts.

"Has this era… no longer belonged to humans?"

Those listening to the broadcast, or watching the news from their televisions, all had the same thought.

At the Mexican border.

Professor X, seated in his wheelchair, had already been bracing for Logan and the child's grim fate.

What he saw instead… was something he never could have imagined.

It wasn't Logan or the child who had become the nightmare.

It was the floating mutant in white.

With nothing more than a single gesture, he had erased everything before him.

Anything in his line of sight—wiped out.

"An Omega-level mutant…?"

Charles muttered in disbelief.

"This power… It's even more terrifying than Jean's!"

He had spent the last two decades convinced that mutantkind had reached its end.

Yet here, before his eyes, was a mutant so powerful that even the suppression of X-Genes hadn't stopped him from awakening.

It was like watching an ant try to stop an elephant.

"Maybe… mutants still have a future?"

A dazed expression crossed Professor X's face.

Beside him, Caliban was trembling.

He had never seen a mutant like this before.

Inside a distant laboratory.

Dr. Rice stared at the screen.

Muttering.

"No… this isn't possible…"

"A mutant's power… how could it reach this level?"

His breath came in ragged gasps.

Fear.

Horror.

And beneath it all—

Obsession.

Greed.

Desire.

"No… I shouldn't even call him a mutant anymore!"

To Dr. Rice, this level of power could no longer be classified as something possessed by mere mutants.

The word he sought was something far greater.

A god.

"If… if I could obtain the power of a god…"

His eyes burned with greed and longing.

...

Elsewhere.

Donald Pierce, too, was in complete shock.

He had been so sure—so sure—that wearing him down was the key.

But no.

No, that idea had been shattered in the most absurd way possible.

With just a wave of his hand, this mutant had obliterated an entire military base.

His voice shook as he whispered, "Is he really… a god?"

His plan had collapsed—completely and utterly failed.

He had thought, at the very least, that this mutant would eventually tire.

But now, Donald realized something far worse.

This wasn't just an Omega-level mutant.

This was something beyond that.

This was a monster.

An entity that should not exist.

And there was nothing humanity could do about it.

Back at the scene.

Logan, Gabriela, and Laura stood frozen, their mouths agape.

Logan had already been struggling to comprehend the scale of destruction before.

But this?

This defied everything he thought he knew.

It completely shattered his understanding of the world.

"This kid… is he even human?"

Logan muttered in disbelief.

Above them, Syd paid no attention to the widespread shock.

He carefully scanned the area, ensuring that no further attacks were coming.

Once he was certain, his gaze shifted downward—fixing on Logan.

Then, through his mental link, he spoke to Venom.

"Venom, split into two symbiote offspring."

Venom, already fully alert, was momentarily surprised before quickly understanding Syd's intentions.

Without hesitation, it got to work.

Soon, two writhing masses of dark liquid—tinged with streaks of white and gold—emerged from Syd's right palm.

With a simple wave of his hand, crimson Chaos Magic lifted the two symbiote offspring.

Slowly, they floated down toward Logan.

The battle-worn man stared at them in confusion, eyes filled with suspicion and wariness.

For once, he had no idea what to expect.

(End of Chapter)

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