X-GENE OMNITRIX-Chapter 22 - 21

SUPPORT THE BOOK HERE : buymeacoffee.com/riteshjadhav0869 There would be daily chapters unlike novelkiss at only $2 . 2 Chapters worth of 4.5k already posted + daily chapters . As Toothless released Juggernaut from a dizzying height, the unstoppable behemoth flailed wildly, his massive arms clawing at empty air before gravity seized him fully. Lightning illuminated his hulking silhouette against the storm-blackened sky as he plummeted like a meteor, his titanium-reinforced armor gleaming in brief flashes. He crashed into the churning waters below with a thunderous impact that sent a colossal wave surging outward in all directions. The displaced water collided with Liberty Island's jagged shoreline, spraying thirty feet into the air before cascading down the rocky terrain. A deep tremor rumbled through the ground as the churning waters roared back into place, swallowing Juggernaut beneath their furious depths. Bubbles erupted on the surface, then disappeared, leaving only ripples as evidence of the behemoth's descent.

Above, Toothless twisted in mid-air with preternatural grace, his sleek, obsidian scales shimmering with an otherworldly iridescence despite the darkness. The rain lashed against his aerodynamic form, beading and streaming off him as he banked sharply, wings cutting through the turbulent air with precision. His emerald eyes narrowed to slits as he surged toward his true target—Magneto—the mastermind behind it all. The dragon's nostrils flared, detecting the scent of ozone and metal that always surrounded the mutant leader, even through the storm's fury.

At the heart of Liberty Island, atop the statue's crumbling pedestal, Magneto stood within his self-forged bastion, a hemisphere of swirling metal that pulsed with crackling electromagnetic energy. The air around him distorted with heat shimmer, making his silhouette waver like a mirage. Girders torn from nearby structures, shattered vehicles from the mainland, and even fragments of Lady Liberty herself rotated in an intricate, ever-shifting orbit around him—a deadly constellation of debris that would shred anything that dared approach. The air hummed with raw power, making the hair on the arms of anyone nearby stand on end, teeth tingling with the metallic tang of electromagnetism.

Mystique materialized from the shadows beside him, her sapphire scales rippling as she shifted forms—a fluid transformation that never ceased to be mesmerizing, no matter how many times one witnessed it. Her golden eyes glistened with urgency in the dancing light of the energy field, her lithe body coiled with tension like a predator ready to strike. Rain droplets clung to her cerulean skin, catching the intermittent flashes of lightning and making her appear almost bejeweled.

"The machine is ready," she reported, her voice taut with anticipation yet tinged with concern. Her eyes darted to the decimated battlefield below, where bodies of their fallen comrades lay motionless. "But we've lost most of our forces. Toad, Sabretooth, even Pyro—all down."

Magneto did not turn to her. His piercing gaze remained fixed on the storm-wracked sky above, where the Night Furies circled like dark omens against the roiling clouds. His weathered face, framed by the distinctive helmet that shielded him from telepathic intrusion, betrayed no fear. Even in the face of their overwhelming presence, his lips curled into a knowing smirk, the gesture somehow more menacing than any outright threat.

"It doesn't matter," he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of decades of struggle and conviction. The machine behind him pulsed with increasing frequency, casting eerie shadows across his face. "Once the machine activates, even these creatures will be no match for us. Evolution demands sacrifice."

Inside the protective dome, equipment salvaged from abandoned military installations hummed with increasing intensity. Cables thick as a man's arm snaked across the ground, feeding into a central apparatus that glowed with an unearthly blue light. The machine's core—a twisted amalgamation of alien technology and human ingenuity—pulsated like a beating heart, each throb sending waves of energy rippling through the air.

Nearby, Rogue struggled against the titanium-alloy restraints that bound her to the machine's core. Her breath came in ragged gasps that formed small clouds in the increasingly cold air. Her white-streaked hair clung damply to her face as she twisted her head, her eyes darting between the arcing energy crackling around her and the figures standing before her. Terror clawed at her chest, threatening to overwhelm her. She twisted violently, pulling against the restraints with all her might until her wrists bled, but the reinforced metal refused to yield even a millimeter.

"Please," she pleaded, her Southern accent more pronounced in her desperation, her voice a trembling whisper that somehow carried over the machine's ominous drone. "You don't have to do this. There's always another way—Professor X always says—"

At last, Magneto turned to her, his expression one of almost fatherly regret, as if explaining a hard but necessary truth to a beloved child who couldn't possibly understand the complexities of the adult world. The long sadness in his eyes spoke of concentration camps, of persecution, of a lifetime of witnessing humanity's cruelty.

"My dear," he said solemnly, reaching out to brush a strand of white hair from her tear-streaked face with a gentleness that contradicted his actions, "I'm afraid I do. The future of mutantkind depends on it. Sometimes the path forward requires sacrifice—your sacrifice. Mankind had their chance for peaceful coexistence. That door closed long ago."

A sudden shift in the air made Magneto's smirk falter. The very molecules around them seemed to vibrate with an approaching presence.

The swirling metal above them slowed. Bits of debris began to drift off course, their orbits decaying. Then, like a specter of the storm itself, a shadow descended upon them—so fast it seemed to materialize from nothing.

Alex hovered just beyond the reach of Magneto's dome, suspended in the air as if gravity were merely a suggestion rather than law. The rain seemed to curve around him, never touching his skin. His narrowed eyes—luminous with barely contained power—took in the battlefield below with calculating precision. The X-Men, battered but unbroken, were regrouping at the island's edge, their faces painted with exhaustion and defiance. Cyclops supported Jean Grey, whose telekinetic shield flickered weakly around them. Storm hovered nearby, her eyes white with power as she attempted to calm the raging tempest. Wolverine stood apart, his adamantium claws extended, healing from wounds that would have killed any other being.

Rogue was strapped to the infernal contraption, energy pulsating dangerously around her increasingly pale form. And Magneto—standing tall in the eye of the storm—looked every bit the god among men, poised to alter the course of evolution itself.

Alex clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening( if he was in human from ). The air around him crackled with potential energy, distorting like heat waves off sun-baked asphalt.

Around him, the multitude of Night Furies he had split into moments before—each a fragment of his consciousness given physical form eco eco —surged toward him like sentient shadows. Their forms flickered with residual energy as they coalesced into a single being, their collective strength merging back into his body. With each absorption, Alex's outline grew more defined, more solid, more powerful. A surge of raw power coursed through his veins, igniting his senses and setting his nerve endings ablaze. The storm responded to his energy, lightning arcing between clouds in chaotic patterns, thunder crashing in dissonant waves that shook the very foundation of the island.

Magneto watched with quiet amusement, recognizing power but not yet comprehending its magnitude. His lips curled as he extended a hand toward Alex, as if offering him a place in the new world about to be forged—a gesture both magnanimous and condescending.

"Welcome, Alex," he said, his voice rich with conviction and the absolute certainty of his righteousness. "Welcome to the future of mutantkind. What you witness is not cruelty—it is necessity. A necessary sacrifice for our people. Join us, and together we can ensure no mutant child ever again suffers at the hands of humanity."

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Alex's eyes burned with cold fury, the kind that doesn't explode but implodes, creating something far more dangerous in its wake. The storm's howling winds swirled around him, tugging at his form as his very being responded to the rage roiling inside him. A luminous aura erupted from his core, warping the air around him with sheer intensity, fracturing light into prismatic shards. His breathing slowed, becoming deep and measured as he focused his consciousness, the battle ahead demanding his undivided will.

Then, with a blinding flash that momentarily outshone the lightning itself, his form shifted once more.

The heavens trembled as power surged through him, his transformation heralding the final battle that would determine the fate of them all. The very fabric of reality seemed to bend around him, space-time warping to accommodate the concentration of energy.

A blinding blue light erupted around him, halting his momentum mid-flight as if time itself paused to witness this metamorphosis. The storm clouds above churned violently in response, lightning twisting unnaturally in spiraling patterns, drawn to the epicenter of transformation like moths to flame.

Toothless' sleek black form became consumed by a swirling vortex of blue energy, his outline distorting and reforming as his body underwent a fundamental restructuring at the molecular level. His scales dissolved into smooth, pale lavender skin that seemed to radiate with inner light. His vast wings folded inward and vanished, the atoms rearranging themselves into a long, powerful tail that curled behind him like a question mark, its tip thickened into a devastating weapon. His feline-like pupils stretched into piercing vertical slits as his eyes burned with an intense psychic glow that would make even the most powerful telepaths tremble. His limbs elongated, becoming more humanoid yet unmistakably alien, fingers elongating and tipped with glowing orbs of concentrated psionic power.

The energy around him exploded outward in a concussive shockwave, sending debris flying in all directions and momentarily parting the rain in a perfect circle around him. The transformation completed with a final pulse of light so intense it temporarily blinded everyone who witnessed it. Floating effortlessly in the air, the creature that remained was no longer a Night Fury.

It was Mewtwo—the most powerful psychic entity ever created. I Mewtwo have come throw power stones for my WELCOME PARTY.