Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Stark Tower.

"What did the Messiah just do?"

Tony, seated in his chair and watching the broadcast on the television, couldn't help but feel his eyelid twitch.

The grand White House had collapsed and disintegrated in an instant. What kind of mutant power was that?

And that spatial mutant in the footage—was their failed ability somehow connected to the Messiah?

Tony was filled with unease.

It wasn't just him—Nick and his agents at S.H.I.E.L.D., the Professor and others at X-Academy, military personnel at secret bases, and even extradimensional beings—all of them were unsettled.

"Mutant abilities can do this much?"

"What did he release just now?"

The curiosity of the extradimensional demon had mostly dissipated, leaving behind astonishment.

This mutant defied everything the demon had understood about them for millennia. Mutants weren't supposed to be this strong or have such diverse abilities.

The demon was deeply confused.

At the mysterious military base, Alessandro and Dr. Bolivar were frozen with fear.

On-site.

Sweeping his gaze across the shocked young man and the eleven high-ranking American officials below, Syd flicked his hand, suppressing the chaotic magical glow before casting his Chaos Magic.

"Ah!"

An elderly man with graying hair screamed as an invisible force from the Chaos Magic lifted him into the air.

"Let me go!"

"What do you want, Messiah?"

The unfortunate Congressman Youssef, who had come to meet with the president, turned pale. Regret filled his heart.

The president had fled early, leaving them to deal with this dangerous figure.

If only he hadn't come to the White House!

Nearby, the young man, Evan, let out a painful cry.

Syd glanced down and saw Evan trembling violently, veins bulging on his forehead, eyes red, and blood streaming from his orifices.

Syd's sharp senses picked up on something unusual within Evan—some external force had pushed him into a frenzy, drastically amplifying his powers.

With a slight frown, Syd decided to act. Testing his abilities and eliminating potential trouble, he raised his hand.

In full view of everyone, Syd performed spatial displacement.

This time, however, he didn't target himself but the young man below.

When Evan had attempted spatial teleportation earlier, Syd had felt that he could replicate it. So, he gave it a try.

The next moment confirmed his hunch.

To the astonishment of onlookers, Evan vanished from his position and reappeared in front of Syd.

Was this...?

As people struggled to comprehend what they were seeing, Syd's eyes gleamed with understanding. "It worked?"

Fixing his gaze on the bewildered Evelyn, Syd extended his hand without hesitation and activated Soul Extraction, striking Evan's chest.

Bang!

In the next instant, under the astonished eyes of Congressman Youssef and others, a transparent figure was pulled out by Syd's hand.

The translucent form bore an exact resemblance to Evan's face.

This sight immediately sent their imaginations racing.

"Is this... a soul?"

"Oh my God!"

Congressman Youssef exclaimed.

Stories of souls existed worldwide, but seeing a soul in reality was unprecedented for Youssef.

He wasn't the only one shocked. Around the globe, anyone witnessing this scene was left speechless.

Even scientists who firmly believed in the supremacy of science and dismissed mutants as mere genetic anomalies found themselves shaken to the core.

A soul?

Did humans really have souls?

Souls had always been considered mere folklore. Now, one was materializing before their eyes.

This revelation could overturn numerous scientific theories and even validate some myths!

Amid their thoughts, the most striking image was that of the floating Messiah.

Stark Tower.

"This kid Messiah can even manipulate souls?"

Tony marveled in disbelief.

"What kind of ability is that?"

At X-Academy, the Professor and others were equally dumbfounded.

The extradimensional demon's eyes narrowed, his astonishment deepening.

Across the world, shock turned to fear.

No one wanted their soul to be toyed with after death.

On-site.

Evan, whose soul had been separated from his body, regained clarity. Terrified, he shouted, "What did you do?"

"Is this... my body?"

Even without his physical form, Evan's horrified voice was unmistakable.

"Are you a demon?"

"You're a mutant—how can you control souls?"

Mutants were supposed to share the same origin. Why was the Messiah so terrifying and unique?

Evelyn was filled with both fear and confusion.

Ignoring Evelyn, Syd's gaze returned to the elderly man before him.

In the next moment, Syd unleashed Chaos Magic.

The psychic waves from the spell swiftly infiltrated the old man's mind.

Panicking, the man stammered, "M-Messiah, you…"

Syd coldly demanded, "Who is the head of Experiment Base No. 23?"

"Where are the military locations repeatedly targeting me?"

The scene fell silent as all eyes turned to Syd and Congressman Youssef.

So that was his goal?

Youssef froze.

He knew the answers.

But how could he reveal them in this situation? Speaking up would cost him his position—or worse, land him in prison. Yet staying silent could be even more dangerous.

As his face twisted with indecision, Syd's psychic waves probed his mind, extracting a series of relevant memories.

Guiding the process made retrieving key memories faster.

Within seconds, Syd had uncovered the locations of numerous American military bases, including the secret one he sought.

"Alessandro, Dr. Bolivar… so this is where you're hiding…"

(End of Chapter)

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