Starting as a Class Five Mutant-Chapter 504

At this moment, the government forces were more than willing to deploy heavy weaponry.

The white-clad mutant was in a remote area with few civilians around, meaning they had the freedom to unleash destruction without restraint.

And there was no one—mutant or otherwise—who could possibly withstand such an overwhelming assault!

It was easy to imagine what would happen next.

No matter how impressive his abilities were—even if he could wipe out entire streets in an instant—there was no way he could come out of this unscathed!

Dr. Rice's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he quietly waited.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Donald Pierce, his mood foul, also had eyes on the situation.

"Heh, you're out of luck, mutant. Looks like I won't even have to hire anyone to take you down."

"Let's see how long you last!"

Donald thought mockingly.

At that moment.

The dozens of fighter jets halted their approach, seemingly receiving new orders. They pulled back, dispersing and circling roughly three kilometers away.

Then, the pilots locked onto their target and launched their attack.

A barrage of air-to-ground missiles detached from the jets, streaking across the sky at terrifying speeds toward their target.

From inside their cockpits, the pilots watched with satisfaction.

"Let's see what you do now!"

"Mutant abilities? So what? Against modern military technology, you don't stand a chance!"

"This is our era—humanity's era!"

Whether it was the pilots in the jets or the higher-ups pulling the strings, a sense of disdain filled their hearts.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

One missile after another tore through the sky.

The entire world was watching.

Dr. Rice watched from his lab, stroking his chin.

"Pity," he murmured. "Is he really going to die just like that?"

"What a waste. I hope at least some of his remains are recoverable."

Regret filled his expression.

Donald Pierce, on the other hand, looked like he was enjoying the show.

...

At the Mexican border.

Professor X could barely bring himself to watch.

As millions of people tuned in to witness what they expected to be the inevitable destruction of the mutant, Syd finally moved.

Raising his right hand, he extended his power toward the incoming missiles and fighter jets.

Deep crimson energy surged forth.

In an instant, the missiles—and the jets—froze in place.

They couldn't move.

The pilots inside were stunned.

"What... What did he do?"

"This... This is impossible!"

"How? How is he doing this?"

"What kind of mutant ability is this?!"

Disbelief gripped them.

They had dozens of fighter jets. Surely, this mutant could only run and hide.

And yet...

Now, here they were—completely at his mercy.

Fear flashed in the pilots' eyes.

The next moment, with a soundless ripple, all of them—missiles, jets, pilots—were swallowed by the crimson void.

And then...

They were gone.

All of them.

The sky was clear. It was as if they had never existed.

As if erasing a mere speck of dust, Syd then turned toward the approaching armored vehicles and helicopters.

With a casual flick of his hand—

BOOM!

The vehicles were sent hurtling backward, flung hundreds of meters through the air.

Gasps of shock filled the airwaves.

"Oh my God..."

"This... This isn't possible..."

BOOM!

The armored trucks and helicopters crumpled like tin cans, crashing into the ground with deafening explosions.

There were no survivors.

A deathly silence followed.

It had only taken a few seconds.

Before anyone could even process what was happening, it was already over.

Not a single soldier, not a single vehicle remained intact.

They had been wiped out—completely annihilated.

It took a moment before the world began to grasp the reality of what they had just witnessed.

Logan, standing frozen at the scene, muttered under his breath, "Well, I'll be damned..."

The sheer scale of the government's response had already seemed excessive to him—deploying this many jets, just to take down one mutant?

But what had just happened before his eyes... That was something else entirely.

This mutant child had barely lifted a finger.

Like swatting away a few annoying flies, he had effortlessly erased an entire military strike force.

Logan whispered in disbelief, "What kind of mutant is he?"

Broadcast station.

Clyde, the radio host, spoke in a dazed voice.

"Bert... Did I just see what I think I saw?"

Not long ago, he had wondered how long this mutant would last.

Now, the real question was—how long had the military lasted?

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And the answer was—not even seconds.

Bert, equally stunned, struggled to process it.

Modern military technology—was it really this useless?

Hadn't they already decided that mutants had no place in this era?

Hadn't this already been settled?

Meanwhile, at the Mexican border.

Professor X's anxious expression had vanished, replaced with utter shock.

Beside him, Caliban looked equally stunned.

...

Inside Dr. Rice's lab.

"This... What?"

Dr. Rice murmured in disbelief.

The government's operation had ended in mere seconds.

Like a joke.

How?

How could anyone withstand an assault like that?

Hadn't this mutant's fate already been decided? Captured—or dead?

How could this be happening?

His voice trembled as he muttered, "How is he this powerful?"

Destroying a few city blocks with ease was one thing.

But this—erasing an entire military strike force from kilometers away?

This shouldn't be possible.

His previously smug, amused expression had frozen.

For a long moment, he sat in silence, as if his brain had stopped working.

Then, finally, he managed to mumble:

"What level mutant is this guy...?"

He tried to grasp it—tried to make sense of it.

First, he had destroyed a street.

Now, he had casually wiped out dozens of fighter jets, dozens of armored vehicles, hundreds of soldiers.

Suddenly, a single term surfaced in Donald's mind.

Omega-level mutant.

No...

That was impossible.

"This... This has to be a mistake!"

"There's no way an Omega-level mutant exists in this day and age!"

He shook his head violently, trying to rid himself of the terrifying thought.

But deep down, he knew.

He knew he was wrong.

And that scared him more than anything.

(End of Chapter)

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