Starting as a Class Five Mutant-Chapter 500

"How could a mutant possess such overwhelming power?"

"He just restrained thirty of us at once!"

"Is this... really a mutant ability?"

Suspended helplessly in the air, the officers and special agents stared in horror at the White-Clad Mutant floating before them.

But Syd showed no signs of mercy.

His right hand clenched slightly.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

One by one, the guns in the officers' hands twisted and warped, metal groaning under an invisible force.

Then—

Their bodies began twisting as well.

"AAAAH!"

Agonized screams tore through the air as blood sprayed in all directions.

Within seconds, the heavily armed unit sent to capture him had been reduced to nothing but mangled corpses.

The stench of blood filled the air, carried by the wind.

The scene left the female reporter, Hannah, the middle-aged woman Carla, and the watching crowds frozen in shock.

They stood there, their minds blank, struggling to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

A massacre.

In the blink of an eye, the entire armed unit was wiped out.

And the one responsible... was this mutant?

Their eyes trembled, reflecting the white-clad figure floating coldly above them.

How could a mutant be this terrifying?!

Then—screams erupted.

The spectators who had gathered to watch the mutant's downfall now fled in terror—including Hannah and Carla.

But Syd merely cast them a disinterested glance.

Then—

A crimson glow erupted from his body.

Chaos magic.

The deep red energy spread outward, expanding in a perfect circle around him.

BOOM!

Anything it touched—the pavement, the buildings, even the very ground itself—began to disintegrate.

Bricks crumbled.

The earth evaporated.

Nothing could withstand the corrosive energy.

One meter.

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Five meters.

Ten meters.

The red wave expanded rapidly, closing in on the fleeing civilians.

One by one, the people it reached were engulfed by the crimson glow.

"AAAAAH!"

Their final screams echoed before their bodies were reduced to nothing.

Carla, who had once mocked mutants, was now gasping for breath as she ran.

Her eyes widened in terror as she listened to the agonized cries behind her.

She muttered desperately,

"No... impossible... this can't be happening."

"How can a mutant sewer rat be this powerful?!"

"I don't want to die!"

Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the snot dripping from her nose.

She no longer had the arrogance she had when she called the police.

She regretted it all.

BOOM!

The crimson light caught up to her.

"NOOOOO—!"

Her final, terrified scream was cut short.

In an instant, she was reduced to nothing.

Further ahead, the news cameraman and Hannah were still running—

But their faces were now blank with despair.

How?

This shouldn't have happened.

The mutant was supposed to be captured.

How did it turn out like this...?

Their peripheral vision caught sight of the apocalyptic scene behind them.

They shuddered.

This mutant... is a walking disaster.

"No! Please—!"

They screamed.

But no amount of pleading or resistance mattered.

Like the rest, they were consumed by the crimson glow.

The entire street—several hundred meters wide—was engulfed in chaos magic.

Then—

The red energy faded, retracting into Syd's body.

Silence.

The entire street was gone.

Where buildings once stood, only a massive crater remained.

The only thing left standing—was Syd.

And in front of him—

A single, intact object.

A large, black camera.

The camera was still running.

It had captured everything.

Syd descended slowly, stepping onto the ground.

He walked toward the camera.

Countless viewers across the world watched as a pair of legs entered their screens.

Then—

A foot lifted.

CRUNCH!

The camera shattered beneath his boot.

And with that, the live broadcast ended.

Every TV, computer, and mobile screen across the country went black.

Yet, no one was thinking about the broadcast anymore.

The horrific scene they had just witnessed had left them in shock.

...

At Logan's hideout.

Logan, Professor X, and Caliban sat frozen in front of their now-black television screen.

Professor X finally broke the silence.

"This child's abilities..."

He had been excited when he first saw the mutant's spatial abilities—believing the boy had potential.

But after what he just witnessed—

All those thoughts vanished.

Controlling objects with telekinesis to crush an entire armed force?

That was already startling.

But the crimson wave—that had wiped out an entire street in seconds?

That was something else entirely.

"What kind of mutant power... is this?"

"How... can a mutant be this powerful?"

"He wiped out an entire district..."

Professor X murmured in disbelief.

Beside him, Logan and Caliban were equally stunned.

At first, they had believed—

That no matter how strong this mutant was, he couldn't escape.

He was outnumbered.

He was surrounded by guns.

Logan knew from experience—even at his prime, with perfect healing, he would have had to retreat in the face of such overwhelming firepower.

And yet—

This mutant had obliterated them in seconds.

And not just the armed forces—he had erased an entire street.

For the first time in a long, long time, the aged, battle-hardened Logan muttered a single curse.

"...Holy sh*t."

This was beyond anything he'd ever seen.

Beside him, Caliban, who had previously insisted that the mutant was doomed, sat there in disbelief.

He slowly replayed his own words in his mind.

Then—he let out a dry laugh.

"Well..."

"I was wrong."

"He doesn't need to run."

"The ones who should be running... are them."

(End of Chapter)

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