Starting as a Class Five Mutant-Chapter 498 -

Hearing the female anchor on the television mention that they had retrieved some surveillance footage possibly revealing the White-Clad Mutant's abilities, Logan, Caliban, and Professor X all paused their discussion and turned their attention to the screen.

Mutant abilities were everything—the defining factor between an ordinary mutant and a formidable one.

They were curious—what kind of powers did this first new mutant in twenty-five years possess?

Would he be someone powerful, or would his ability be something as passive as Caliban's tracking powers?

The female anchor's calm voice continued narrating.

"At first glance, this mutant appears to possess the ability to fly. However, we may uncover more details about his powers from the surveillance footage we've gathered."

As she finished speaking, the screen shifted to a recorded street surveillance feed.

On-screen, beneath the bright midday sun, the White-Clad Mutant descended from above, floating effortlessly onto the street.

People in the footage screamed and ran in terror.

Then, as the crowd thinned, the mutant's gaze settled on a vending machine nearby.

He raised his right hand toward it.

Watching this, Logan and the others frowned slightly.

What was he trying to do?

The next second, their question was answered.

His hand simply disappeared.

Vanished into thin air.

Before they could even express their confusion, the footage paused, and the female anchor's voice cut in.

"Did everyone see that? His hand vanished!"

"You must be wondering—where did it go?"

The camera zoomed in on the vending machine as the anchor continued,

"Look closely at the vending machine—see what's inside!"

Logan, Professor X, and Caliban all focused on the screen.

At the same time, the footage magnified the vending machine's contents.

Then—they saw it.

A hand.

A detached hand appeared inside the vending machine, reaching for a can of soda.

"What the...?"

"Is this... teleportation?"

Logan and the others exchanged looks, their minds racing.

Next, the surveillance footage resumed playback.

The mutant retrieved a can of soda, and the moment his right hand withdrew, the same can appeared in his grasp—even though he had never physically touched the vending machine.

That confirmed it.

"He's got some kind of spatial manipulation ability," Logan muttered.

The female anchor continued,

"This is the footage we obtained. Based on what we see here, I believe it's safe to say—this mutant has control over space itself."

For many watching, the fear of the unknown was their greatest concern.

But now that they knew his power, they relaxed.

So, it was just a spatial ability?

It looked interesting, but could it stand against an armed strike force?

Absolutely not.

...

Inside a hidden laboratory.

Dr. Zander Rice, the mastermind behind the genetically modified food that suppressed the X-Gene, was watching the broadcast closely.

His expression darkened.

"Where did this one come from?"

He was certain that this mutant wasn't part of any controlled experiments.

"An organic mutant?"

"Even after decades of gene suppression, someone still awakened?"

Rice frowned, perplexed.

Beyond that, he found the floating man in white to be particularly intriguing.

"Hmm... interesting ability," he mused.

"If he's captured... I'll have to request custody for further study."

His cold, analytical gaze lingered on the screen.

...

Back at Logan's hideout.

Professor X's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"This child's ability is impressive—a mutant worth nurturing."

His enthusiasm waned, however, as he murmured,

"If only Xavier's School were still standing... This child..."

Hearing those words, Logan and Caliban fell into silence.

After a moment, Caliban scoffed.

"Enough, Charles."

"That kid may have a useful ability, but there's no way he's escaping."

"There are too many guns. He can't run. And even if Xavier's School still existed, he'd never make it there."

Professor X's hopeful expression faded.

Then, he turned his gaze expectantly toward Logan.

Logan sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Professor... it's too late."

But before they could dwell on their disappointment, something shocking happened.

In the footage, the White-Clad Mutant finished his soda.

Then—

A crimson glow engulfed his hand.

In the next instant, the empty soda can completely vanished.

Rice's eyes widened at his screen.

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"Wait... did he teleport it away?"

A new possibility entered his mind—

What if this mutant could erase things completely?

A true spatial anomaly?

The idea intrigued him even more.

The people watching the footage reacted the same way—stunned, then thoughtful.

Shortly after, the surveillance footage cut out, and the screen returned to the live news anchor.

Hannah, the female anchor, smiled confidently.

"And that concludes our footage analysis."

"Based on what we've seen, I think we can all agree—this mutant poses some level of danger."

"But no need to worry!"

"I'm certain that our authorities will capture this mutant soon enough."

As she spoke, she stepped aside, revealing the heavily armed officers and special units advancing in the background.

The camera zoomed in, capturing rows of firearms being raised.

Across the city, viewers nodded in agreement.

At the scene—

A middle-aged woman in an elegant black dress, clutching a designer handbag, sneered.

"Filthy sewer rat... how dare a mutant appear in front of me?"

She had been one of the many people who had called the police earlier.

Now, she watched eagerly, waiting to see how long the mutant would last.

And she wasn't alone.

The surrounding civilians all shared the same thought.

With high-powered weapons aimed at him, the White-Clad Mutant stood no chance.

The perimeter tightened.

A group of heavily armed officers advanced slowly, weapons trained on the airborne mutant.

Then, the orders came.

"Mutant in the air—descend immediately!"

"Your actions have severely disrupted public order. You must come with us!"

"Comply immediately, or we will open fire!"

A tense silence followed.

Then—

For the first time, the White-Clad Mutant turned his gaze toward them.

(End of Chapter)

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