“Weren’t you two looking for me?”
“What’s wrong—don’t recognize me anymore?”
Alex’s voice rang out, laced with a cold, mocking edge as he stood behind the two men in the hospital lobby.
His eyes locked on the man with the Mohawk and his partner in black casualwear.
---
“You idiots—it’s him!”
A sharp voice crackled through their earpieces—Hawkeye, sounding suddenly serious for once.
“That’s your target...
After Alex vaporized the three attack helicopters, no more enemies came.
Whether it was because the people behind the assault were intimidated, or for some other reason, the battlefield finally fell into silence.
Alex stood off to the side, arms casually crossed, calmly watching the two soldiers apply emergency treatment to Liz.
---
About fifteen minutes later...
The two soldiers finally stood up, their movements stiff and hesitant. One of them g...
Whup-whup-whup!
The quiet of the plaza was suddenly shattered by the thunderous roar of rotor blades cutting through the air.
Lying injured on the ground, Liz instinctively looked up. Her face tensed with anxiety.
Above them, three armed helicopters circled over the square, ominous shadows cast by their spinning blades.
The two soldiers who had been tending to Liz immediately perked up, their hearts surging with hope.
Reinforcements. Finally.
...
Silence.
The entire area went dead quiet.
So quiet that every breath became audible—harsh, ragged, and trembling.
Everyone at the scene was frozen in place, eyes wide in absolute horror as they stared at Alex, as if they’d just seen a ghost.
They gasped for breath, cold sweat soaking their clothes.
Some were even visibly shaking from head to toe.
Impossible.
This was impossible.
Shrugging off bullets was already freakish enou...
Even though Alex was still puzzling over the woman's identity, this was clearly not the time to get lost in speculation.
The “female pyro” looked like she was in terrible shape.
That was a rocket, after all.
Yes, she’d managed to survive the blast—but she was heavily injured. That was to be expected.
The truth was, most mutants weren’t as durable as people thought. They had unique powers, yes, but many of them couldn’t even withstand normal fire...
27th Street, New York City.
Fountain Park.
Once a bustling public space filled with laughter and tourists, the park now sat under an eerie silence. Not a single civilian remained.
The entire area had been locked down—not just by local police, but by the military.
At every entrance stood fully armed soldiers in combat gear, stone-faced and vigilant.
The kind of show of force that told you something serious was going down.
You didn’t mobiliz...
The mood in the room shifted instantly—heavy and tense.
Aside from Alex, the other mutants were visibly shaken by Magneto’s sudden declaration of war.
Even Sebastian Shaw, the notoriously radical Black King who’d once shared Erik’s genocidal views, had always operated from the shadows—manipulating history quietly.
During the Cuban Missile Crisis, barely anyone knew he was even involved.
But Magneto?
He’d just declared war on humanity… l...
“A new day begins.”
Warm, gentle sunlight filtered through the window, falling across Alex’s face.
His eyes slowly opened, and he let out a long, satisfying stretch.
There was no denying it—waking up naturally, without alarms or chaos, felt amazing.
He threw off the covers, walked over to the window, and instinctively glanced outside.
Down below, on the open field, a few young mutants were playing basketball.
Nearby on the grass, someone h...
Telekinesis.
Yes—telekinesis!
The moment the thought hit him, Alex’s entire face lit up with excitement.
If his spiritual power—now no longer intangible but something he could feel and control—could interact with physical matter…
Then couldn’t he use it to move objects?
That’s telekinesis, baby!
And not just any ability—it was a damn good one.
---
The second the idea entered his mind, Alex couldn’t resist te...
After Alex’s words, the group of mutants exchanged looks. The atmosphere quickly turned serious.
---
“I guess… there’s no going back for us, is there?”
The one who spoke was a young man wearing a visor that covered his eyes.
Alex immediately recognized him—not just as one of the most important figures in the X-Men universe, but also the younger brother of an old friend.
Scott Summers. Also known as Cyclops.
For others, maybe th...
Three Mile Island.
Zzzzt!
After vaporizing the final lab, Alex finally retracted his heat vision.
He casually strolled out of the ruined facility and into one of the adjacent corridors.
There, waiting quietly, was a jeep.
Without saying a word, Alex slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine.
It wasn’t because he was lazy, or because he had a weird urge to steal a government vehicle.
No.
He just didn’t feel like car...
To be honest, Alex hadn’t expected it.
His heat vision—out of all things—had triggered a reaction in that strange stone.
From the way it responded, it was almost like his beam had activated it.
Now that it was clear this wasn’t some ordinary rock, Alex wisely decided not to continue blasting it randomly.
He’d seen enough movies in his last life to know how "curiosity kills the cat". You zap the wrong thing and next thing you know, you're the cause...
Stryker is dead.
This secret base is destroyed.
There was no room for doubt anymore.
---
“Yes, I was the one who saved you.”
Alex’s voice echoed across the hall, calm and steady.
“That’s not in question.”
“But I’m not stopping here.”
“I’ve built something—a home. A place where mutants like us can live together. A family, made by mutants, for mutants.”
“A place where we protect one another, support o...
Splash!
On the rocky shoreline outside the secret base, a small, inconspicuous spray of seawater shot up—
Then, a head emerged from beneath the waves.
Cautiously, it scanned the area. After confirming the coast was clear, the figure climbed ashore.
It was Wolverine.
After jumping from the plane, he had swum all the way to the island using nothing but his arms and legs. Now, at long last, he had reached the perimeter of Stryker’s secret facility.<...
Hssst!
Just one look from Alex, and Stryker felt a chill run down his spine. His entire body shivered involuntarily, the hairs on his arms standing up one by one.
And that was just from looking at him through a surveillance feed.
From the moment Alex had appeared, he had crushed everything in his path like an unstoppable force of nature—gods, devils, mutants, it didn’t matter. Nothing could stand before him.
And now, he’d just effortlessly taken down ...
“Has Weapon X-11 been activated yet!?”
Stryker swallowed hard and immediately snatched up his radio, barking into it toward the lab side.
“Sir, activation successful!”
Hearing the response, Stryker finally exhaled in relief.
As long as Weapon X-11 was up and running—even that freakish mutant wouldn’t be a problem.
Because Weapon X-11... was even more of a freak.
This was a mutant hybrid combining Wolverine’s regenerative healing,...
Among the group, only Silver Fox wore a look of deep concern.
She didn't particularly care whether Alex was the person Stryker had spoken of. All she knew was that this young man was about to face something extremely dangerous.
The people beside her were by no means saints.
But Silver Fox didn't dare openly warn Alex. She could only stand there, nervously watching from the sidelines, anxious but powerless.
That's... Silver Fox?
As Silver Fox studied ...
“Sir!”
Two armed guards snapped to attention and saluted as Stryker approached the secure checkpoint.
Stryker didn’t waste a single word.
“Open the door.”
“Yes, sir!”
One of them quickly keyed in the override. The thick metal door slid open, and Stryker strode in without hesitation.
Inside the large chamber, five people stood waiting.
Three white men, one Black man—and a white woman.
If Wolverine were here, he’d instant...
Stryker remembered Alex all too well—painfully well.
Even now, he still hadn't recovered from what that "monster" had done to him.
It was this man who had ruined Stryker’s plans again and again, becoming a relentless thorn in his side.
Worse still, he had thoroughly humiliated Stryker in the process.
Victor, Zero, Wade… three of his most trusted enforcers, gone.
Over twenty special operatives, all dead.
All at Alex’s hands.
Even for someone...
A pitch-black night.
A worn-down aircraft glided silently through the night sky, skimming above a glittering metropolis before entering the stillness of the vast ocean.
“We’re almost there, right?”
Wolverine still sat stiffly in his seat, gripping the armrests like his life depended on it.
He turned toward Gambit, who was piloting up front.
“What, still afraid of flying? You’re drenched in sweat,” Gambit quipped, throwing a glance over his sh...
What?!
Gambit's eyes flew wide open, his face filled with disbelief.
That young man had taken his attack—head-on—with nothing but his bare body, and didn't even flinch?
He looked utterly relaxed, completely unbothered.
How is that possible?!
Didn't he just blow away that giant brute—Wolverine—like it was nothing?
Clearly, he had misjudged the kid.
This young man might look youthful, but he was anything but ordinary.
In that i...
“No, Raven, Emma, Vanessa—you three have more important work to do.”
Facing the enthusiastic volunteers among his fellow mutants, Alex simply shook his head and turned them all down.
“Keep this base secure. This is our headquarters.”
“Alex, you’re overthinking it,” Copycat replied casually. “We just built this place. Who’s gonna find it, let alone attack it?”
And let’s be real—this was Alex they were talking about.
The guy who went ...
That said, whether it was Erik or Charles, both had to admit—if it was Alex, they could accept it.
In fact, they each breathed a subtle sigh of relief.
At least it wasn’t Erik or Charles who took the boy. That would’ve been the worst-case scenario.
For Erik, though Alex's methods were more restrained, they were still a far cry from Charles’ laughable ideals. In Erik’s view, Alex had completely abandoned that useless pacifist nonsense.
You could see it...
Once upon a time, Charles, Erik, and Alex had been the closest of friends and comrades-in-arms. They trusted one another, fought side by side, and together thwarted Shaw's conspiracy.
Back then, though their beliefs differed, they supported each other and pressed forward as a team…
But now, their paths had diverged. Each walked a different road — roads so vastly different that they could barely recognize the people they used to be.
This was their first reunion...
Harlem Avenue.
Once a run-down, nondescript street—just as dirty and chaotic as the rest of Harlem—it had now transformed into something of a scenic attraction.
The cold, concrete street had been overtaken by greenery—vines and branches spread out in all directions, crawling across buildings, cars, signs, and everything else in sight.
The scene was strikingly surreal.
The thick vines were so dense they completely blocked the entire street, forcing pol...
November 29.
It had been a week since Smiley Boy delivered that infamous, self-contradictory speech.
Just like Hank had “predicted,” the situation for mutants hadn’t improved at all.
Regardless of who started the conflict, once a grudge was formed and hatred planted, it was hard to reverse.
Like a shattered mirror, some things simply couldn’t be pieced back together.
The relationship between mutants and regular humans had fractured—and there was no going b...
S.H.I.E.L.D. Base.
Bang!
The door to Peggy Carter's office was slammed open. A figure barged in, clearly in a rush.
Peggy, still on the phone, glanced up, saw who it was, and sighed. She quickly ended the call and looked at the intruder, helpless.
“Stark, is it really that hard for you to learn how to knock?”
“Sorry, Peggy. Want me to go back out and try again?”
Howard Stark pointed over his shoulder with a shrug, clearly not at all apolog...
"What?!"
"How can you possibly be this strong?!"
After a moment of stunned silence, Marcus finally screamed, his voice full of disbelief and shock.
His eyes widened in sheer horror as he stared at Alex like he'd just seen a ghost.
God help him—Marcus had never seen anyone this powerful before.
Not even the Supremes he'd known and feared in the past could compare. In fact, Marcus now doubted whether even the Progenitor, Dracula himself, could stand ...
"What?!"
"So fast?!"
Elder Amelia , who had been watching with a face full of concern just moments ago, was now frozen in utter disbelief.
Alex caught her completely off guard.
Even Viktor—who was always as expressionless as a stone—was finally shaken, his cold eyes filled with shock.
Everyone had assumed that Alex was just a mortal in a powerful position. They feared him only because he was the new Supreme. No one actually thought he was strong....
To be honest, Alex wasn’t the slightest bit intimidated by Marcus.
Admittedly, Marcus was undeniably the strongest powerhouse in Alexander’s clan.
Among all the vampire legends Alex had ever come across, Marcus stood out as a true titan.
Even in Marvel’s major vampire stories like Blade, Marcus belonged to the very pinnacle of the pyramid.
Just the fact that he could fly put him above most other vampires.
And those wings weren’t just for flig...