The soldiers’ warning was already a mercy. By protocol, they should’ve opened fire the instant Magneto appeared—an internationally recognized terrorist and Omega-level mutant. By rights, they could’ve killed him on the spot.
But no one wanted to be the poor bastard ordered to take on Erik Lehnsherr without an all-plastic arsenal. Every man present knew what that meant.
And Magneto knew it too. Which was why his lips curled with disdain as he turned toward the blu...
"Wait a minute—you know who I am?"
For a heartbeat, Loki faltered. His piercing green eyes narrowed, the mischief in them tempered by confusion. He tilted his head, dark hair falling like ink across his sharp cheekbones, and stared hard at Alex, as if trying to peel away layers of illusion. "Are you certain you know who I am?"
"Loki. From Asgard. Son of Odin. Did I get it right?" Alex’s tone was casual, almost teasing, the corner of his lips quirking upward in a smil...
Though Alex spoke with perfect calm, dismissing Asgard as if it were a mere curiosity, his words didn’t instantly settle the doubts gnawing at Raven and Hank.
After all, these were not just stories—they were the myths they’d grown up with, the tales whispered to children and studied in books. To be told, in such a matter-of-fact way, that the gods were simply “aliens”… it overturned the foundations of their worldview.
Hank, ever the rational scientist, was th...
“Ah, Romeo, why are you Romeo? Deny your father, abandon your name! Or, if you will not, then swear to be my love, and I shall no longer be a Capulet!
“Oh, Ju-alien, why does your profile jut out so sharply, as if hiding mandibles ready to snap? Why are your braids bound so tightly, like a Predator warrior come to Earth on trial? Why is your skin so dark—
“Ah, Romeo, should you not swear by the holy moon, that silvers the treetops with its glow?
“Oh, Ju-...
The ceremony lingered for another half hour, each word of prayer and eulogy weighed down by grief. Finally, after the last hymn faded into silence, the funeral concluded.
Guests from across the United States—politicians, tycoons, scientists, and old acquaintances of the Stark family—filed out in twos and threes, exchanging soft words of condolence as they prepared to leave.
“Thank you for coming.”
“It means the world to my father.”
“Your prese...
March 15, 1983: Alex’s “Super-Soldier Program” succeeded. Captain Marvel was born.
That day marked more than the creation of a new powerhouse—it was a turning point for all mutants.
Carol Danvers herself was not a mutant, but her second life, her newfound strength, and even her destiny were gifts tied to Alex. Her very rebirth linked her inseparably to the mutant cause.
Just like the tale from another parallel world, Alex now had a blazing star of power be...
The joke landed with a thud. Classic set-up, classic punchline—yet nobody laughed. Not one mutant on Genosha so much as cracked a smile. They all just stared at the newcomer in horrified silence.
“Where the hell did this clown come from?” Erik muttered with open disgust.
Hank, visibly uncomfortable, glanced at him. “He’s… not one of yours?”
“Please. If someone like this showed up on my island, I’d have fed him to the fish by now.”
The se...
Without question, Alex’s choice to confront Yon-Rogg’s fleet in near-Earth orbit was no accident.
If he had wished, he could have ascended higher—tens of thousands of meters into the void—and erased that fleet in total silence, leaving not a single witness to their destruction. But what use was quiet heroism to Alex? Silently shielding the Earth while no one knew his efforts? He was not that self-effacing, not that saintly.
This display was calculated.
Clashin...
“Alex… humanity’s situation is really this dangerous?”
Carol Danvers’s voice was low, but her eyes snapped up to meet his with sharp intensity. She couldn’t disguise the tremor in her words, the shock twisting through her chest.
“Yes,” Alex said, his tone grave, his expression steady as a mountain. “Far more dangerous than most people can imagine. Our situation is nowhere near as optimistic as it appears on the surface.”
Carol’s shoulders sag...
Genosha. A refuge island for mutants—if you could call it that.
When the Blackbird cut through the clouds and dropped onto the airstrip for the second time in a week, Erik Lehnsherr couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
Twice in one week. At this rate, the X-Men should start paying rent.
Of course, he couldn’t just fling the jet into the ocean like he wanted to. Instead, he walked out with a small squad of his people, forming a neat line of “welcoming” faces....
Carol Danvers truly was brimming with questions, and the weight of them pressed against her chest until she could no longer hold back.
“Alex… who exactly were those people? I’ve never seen weapons like that before. And their blood…” Her brows knitted tightly, as if replaying the fragments of memory in her mind. “It looked blue. Did I imagine that?”
Her voice carried hesitation, the lingering fuzziness of a mind that had been teetering between life and death...
Hala, capital of the Kree Empire.
Ssshhhhh—!
The blinding sweep of heat rays cut across the Kree soldiers like a merciless scythe of fire, mowing them down before they could even cry out. Their armor cracked and split, their weapons clattered uselessly to the ground, and within moments the disciplined unit had collapsed into a smoking heap of corpses.
The surviving footage replayed over and over on the hovering screens. Every time the beams flared to life, they ...
Switzerland. Hepburn’s villa.
For the second time in as many days, Henry found himself clutching the phone with the sudden, violent urge to track down the entire X-Men roster and punt them into orbit.
Last time, he’d come back covered head to toe in dust, looking like he’d rolled through a demolition site. Ms. Audrey Hepburn herself had given him that look—the one that said she suspected he’d spent the night rolling around in a ditch with some mystery lover.
Raven’s yellow eyes glowed faintly in the infirmary light. She listened to every word Hank had said about Xavier, the White House, and their fruitless search. Then, with a sharp edge in her voice, she asked:
“And Jean? Has anyone actually found her?”
“Scott, Ororo, Kurt—they’re all out looking. Some of the older students have gone to sniff out leads as well,” Hank replied.
“In other words… no one has found her yet.” Raven gave a humorless chuck...
Professor Charles Xavier’s office was heavy with tension. Hank McCoy—currently in his more human guise—sat hunched at the desk, surrounded by scattered research notes and photographs he’d developed with Reed Richards. But even their promising discoveries couldn’t lighten the mood.
Across from him, Xavier had just finished a call with the White House liaison. His face was grim, his hands pressed tightly together, as though he were holding back the frustration threateni...
Kurt Wagner knew Ororo Munroe would never sell him out, but that didn’t stop his stomach from twisting into knots. The air down here reeked of rust, mildew, and secrets. The longer they walked the abandoned subway lines, the more he felt like prey in someone else’s hunting ground.
Ororo, by contrast, looked almost at ease. Growing up on the streets of Cairo had given her an instinct for places like this—half-forgotten corners of the world where the desperate and the dangerous car...
Kurt Wagner—better known as Nightcrawler—trailed behind Ororo Munroe as they walked the streets of New York City.
Ororo, with her striking white hair tied back in a simple ponytail, passed easily for just another young woman in the crowd. No flowing cape, no stormclouds trailing in her wake. Just jeans, boots, and a leather jacket.
Kurt, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. Blue fur, golden eyes, pointed ears—he couldn’t exactly blend in. His tail was coiled tig...
Alex immediately retracted his heat vision. Without even glancing at the Kree corpses scattered across the ground, he walked straight over to Carol Danvers.
“Alex…”
Carol naturally recognized him.
After all, Alex was now a household name. Whether mutant or not, few people didn’t know him. Across the entire United States, Alex had amassed countless supporters, admirers, and even fan clubs.
He wasn’t just a mutant leader—he was the man who had led...
Beep beep beep! After carefully reviewing the mission logs himself, Talo continued operating the panel.
He transmitted all the undercover agents' mission logs to Yon-Rogg, who was far away on Hala.
And then...
Talo frowned, sinking into deep thought.
The mission logs clearly showed that even on the day they mysteriously disappeared, these undercover agents were carrying out their missions normally. They hadn’t noticed anything suspicious or anyone suspici...
Off the southeast coast of Africa, northeast of Madagascar and southwest of the Seychelles, sat an island known as Genosha.
It wasn’t paradise. It wasn’t a utopia. It was a refugee camp, built with America’s silent approval and run by Erik Lehnsherr—better known to the world as Magneto.
Here, mutants lived simply, scraping together a self-sufficient existence.
The wider world, at least on the surface, tolerated mutants. They were allowed to work, to live a...
“What exactly did they encounter on C53?”
Yon-Rogg’s brow furrowed so deeply it resembled an old chrysanthemum blooming in late autumn. His usually sharp, calculating eyes were clouded with an unusual heaviness.
The situation was absurd. All the undercover agents the Kree had planted on that backwater planet had simultaneously lost contact. Simultaneously.
There was only one logical conclusion: every single one of them had been eliminated in secret.
O...
Looking across all the mutants in the world, their abilities were as diverse as the stars in the sky. Fire, ice, lightning, psychic force, steel-like bodies, and more—there was almost no limit to what might manifest.
But in the broadest sense, these powers could be roughly divided into two great categories.
The first was combat-oriented.
The most typical example was, of course, Alex—an existence who had already transcended the boundaries of what “combat powe...
Reed slid the reel of film off the projector and held it up to the light. “Do you have a darkroom here?”
Hank pointed across the lab. A curtained-off chamber sat in the corner. “Over there.”
Reed marked the exact frame he wanted with a sticky note, then glanced back. “What process are you using? C-41? RA-4?”
“C-41.”
“Store-bought chemicals?”
“Kodak.”
“Do you have ammonium thiosulfate? Sodium acetate? Sodium bisulfite?...
A secret weapon?
Was that truly necessary? With just that one phrase, Alex had thoroughly piqued the curiosity of every mutant present.
For someone of Alex’s stature—someone they had seen shatter limits time and again—to give such high praise, there could be no doubt: whoever this Carol Danvers was, she must be extraordinary. The room was suddenly brimming with unspoken questions.
“Alex, who exactly is this Carol? Why do you value her so highly?” Mystiqu...
Following White Queen’s pointed question, the gazes of everyone in the room gradually turned toward Charles. The silence was heavy, taut like a rope about to snap. This issue was far too important; even those usually indifferent found themselves leaning forward, waiting for his answer with bated breath.
“I know what everyone wants me to say,” Charles began at last, his voice calm but laced with a weariness that instantly sobered the crowd. “You want to hear that ‘they...
For the D’Bari, a people without a homeworld, survival meant scattering their fleets to the stars, chasing even the faintest chance of rebirth.
This warship, having tracked the mysterious cosmic energy across light-years, had found something—an opportunity unlike any they’d seen before. And so the crew would not let it slip, even if it meant turning the destroyer of their race into its only hope.
Vuk turned toward his science officer. “What’s the planetary envi...
“Commander Nakel!”
“Commander Nakel!”
The chamber erupted with shouts of alarm. Tuja, Abo, and several other soldiers scrambled toward their fallen leader, their boots pounding against the metal deck.
Nakel’s body twitched faintly. A quick examination confirmed the truth—he was unconscious, not dead.
The soldiers exhaled collectively, a shaky breath of relief rushing through the room.
Yes. Alex had spared Nakel.
But not out of merc...
Whoosh!
A figure flashed by, bursting out of the railgun’s beam in the blink of an eye. His body cut through the raging torrent of destructive energy like a meteor streaking across the heavens.
So majestic. So unyielding. So utterly heroic.
Who else could it be but Alex?
“He’s… still alive?!”
“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“What kind of monster is this?!”
Nakel and the other Skrull soldiers, who had been so certain A...
“You’re not staying to help?” Mystique asked, her voice carrying more bite than weakness.
It wasn’t that she needed him as a meat shield—though he had proven useful at that. What Raven really needed was numbers. With Xavier’s credibility shaken, she had to anchor the team herself, keep them from unraveling completely. The Brotherhood wasn’t an option—too branded, too political. The kids at the school? Not trained for war.
That left Henry. Alien or not, he...
“I never expected Alex to be this monstrous.”
“This guy… he’s a straight-up freak!”
“So what if he’s a freak? So what if he chased us here?”
“Right, I refuse to believe he can handle our starship!”
…
The bridge of the Skrull warship echoed with sharp voices.
The initial panic of seeing Alex in the vacuum of space had begun to fade, replaced with the icy arrogance of a warrior race. Their pride clawed its way back to the...