Chapter 1: Beyond Omega? Prove it Then. (One-shot)

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(Izo's P.O.V)

I have a power.

'Overmodification', Professor Hank AKA Beast called it.

Basically, I can alter anything's base attributes. That means, Improve or Enhance existing qualities like making a pen write 10 times faster with cleaner strokes, or make honey sweeter to the point simply smelling it feels like inhaling sugared air.

That's only one part of it.

If I can Improve, it means I can do the opposite. Beast had a wordy term for it but I'll stick to 'Devalue'.

"So? How's the taste?" I ask my friends. Peter munches the cookie with a thoughtful expression while Ned glares at me like I killed his grandma.

"Izo, you've managed to do something I never thought possible. You ruined your mom's chocolate chip cookies." Ned growls.

"It's not bad. More like bland and a bit sour. Like she used expired flour." Peter chips in.

I drum the cafeteria table and point at him.

"Conclusion?"

The two share a look and then Ned sighs. "Still doesn't prove that you have powers. Or are a mutant and know the X-Men."

I roll my eyes. "Of course, I can do more than make cookies undelicious. But according to the Professor, I might be a beyond Omega class mutant. The chances of irreversibly fucking up reality escalate if I used my power on something I don't understand."

"Bullshit." Ned immediately rebuts.

"I don't know Ned, Izo seems real serious." Peter begrudgingly offers his support. "Not to say I believe him but with what some Mutants and Superpowered individuals can do- it would be reckless to ask for more-"

"Prove it." Ned cuts him off, challenging me.

I briefly hesitate. For all my recklessness and behavior that mom would call 'rash' and 'poor decision making', I want my friends to believe me. I want to share this with them because it's the best thing that has ever happened to me.

I look around the cafeteria and no one is paying attention to the losers table- us.

"Alright, Nedy boy. What do you want me to do?" I ask, leaning forward.

Ned's fat face lights up with a grin that says 'trouble.' Peter sees it and shakes his head at me. But I'm not backing down from this. They will believe me if it's the last thing I do.

"Nothing much. You can overmodify stuff right? Pretty much anything you can see or think of."

I nod and Ned continues.

"That means no range. You can downsize my homework, make me taller-"

I snap my fingers and Ned miraculously gains a few inches. "Done and Done."

Peter and Ned blink at each other then at me. "Dude did you just make me 6 feet tall?"

"Yup. Because I told you I can." I smirk, enjoying their looks of disbelief turning into shocked acceptance.

"H-how?" Peter croaks out. "I mean the science-"

"F that." Ned loudly slaps the table, bringing attention to us. "I wasn't done! I appreciate making me taller but any powerful mutant with Bio-kinesis can do that."

A frown covers my face. "What sort of proof do you need?"

"You claimed to be Beyond Omega." He yells, finger pointed my way. "That's basically saying you're a God. Prove it then God-Izo, turn the whole school into a castle and the world into a fantasy realm with Magic, Dragons, Demons, super hot Dark Elves and us into powerful Heroes with a mission to vanquish the Demon Lord and bring peace to the realm of Eternia." He ends his rant with heavy breaths.

With all the nerd talk, the other students continue ignoring us. Meanwhile, I scratch my chin in thought while a wide-eyed Peter stares at me nervously, terrified I might try to do the impossible.

Because that's what it is. Impossible right? I mean how and where do I start?

"You can't do it can you? Hahaha. I knew it. You were just talking big but..." Ned rambles on while I ignore him as a thought just occured to me.

Can I overmodify myself? I try to alter my dick's size and I feel it shrink.

Good. That means I can do the same to my mind. I enhance my intelligence to 5000 IQ and my world explodes into a horror of feedback and infinite thought strings, so I tone it down to 500 IQ and I still feel like I'm sitting with flee infested, snot-eating monkeys.

That's alright though because my brain jumps onto solving the problem that is Ned's challenge. Solutions work-throughs to impossible physical limitations instantly appear.

I wave a hand and combine the Earth's magnetic field with the natural gasses in the atmosphere. Then a finger flick, alters every human being's neural electric bio signals to the same frequncy as the planet's ionized atmosphere(air + electromagnetic radiation), while enhancing the functions of their mitochondria cells to process bits of this ionized exotic energy, absorbed through the lungs- giving everyone Magic.

As for Dragons, I simply modify the dinosaur- cells in a few thousand chickens by retracing the evolutionary path to the point in time they broke off from reptiles before combining both branches- simply put, I played around with their genetics and voila, we had a few -Elemental breathing dragons in East Asia, Europe and parts of Africa.

As for the world, with the Magnetic Field feeding into the atmosphere, I instantly manipulate the Earth's ecological terrain, turning the Sahara and other deserts into lush medieval forests, manipulate tectonic plates to pull up mountains from the ocean, create fissures to drain the excess water-preventing Tsunamis and stop Earthquakes by spreading out the force through the entire surface of the planet.

Turning the school into a castle is simple enough, with mathematical calculations and readily available material, the Cafeteria warps into a banquet Hall with grand tapestries and stone walls.

Finally, for the demons I pick one of Man's worst enemy- Viruses. I merge all the deadliest viruses together into an Ultra virus and use decomposed/rotting bio-matter to give the Ultravirus a physical form with the Demon's base of operations being the inside of an active Volcano.

For the Dark Elves, I simply manipulate a section of the Cape Verde female population-most known for the exotic appearance to grow longer ears.

Lastly the heroes. Knowing Peter- I make him an Archer and Ned-a Knight.

"Aaaand I'm done."

I clap, bringing my intelligence back to normal while smirking at Ned who blinks at his silver armor and long sword, looks around at the grand Banquet Hall, the dumbstruck Peter fiddling with his crossbow and turns to me.

"Holy shit. You really are God."