Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 5:



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As soon as he arrived, Syd Castell's gaze was drawn to a scene within a glass partition not far away.

A mutant, neck encircled by a control collar, was strapped to an operating table, undergoing a gruesome procedure. Organs were being removed, one by one.

Seeing this, Syd's face darkened.

Noticing his reaction, Gill, with an indifferent face, scoffed, "That one's about to die. This is just recycling waste."

He then turned his malicious gaze on Syd, "Don't worry, you'll soon be like him. He won't be alone; you'll join him."

"Ha ha..."

Gill laughed heartily, his voice filled with a brutal delight, showing his deep hatred for mutants.

Just then, footsteps approached, and a group of researchers in white coats walked over.

The lead middle-aged researcher examined Syd, noting his dark brown hair, pale complexion, and striking blue eyes.

"Is this Subject Thirty-Seven?" he asked blandly, glancing down at a stack of papers in his hand.

"Yes, it's this guy," Gill confirmed from behind Syd, then suddenly pushed him towards the researchers.

Unexpectedly, the supposed docile mutant dodged his hand.

"Hmm?"

"Daring to dodge?"

Surprised and irritated, Gill reached out to grab Syd, who evaded again.

The lead researcher, momentarily disgusted, frowned slightly, "Subject Thirty-Seven, what are you trying to do? I advise you not to resist, or else..."

He didn't believe the youth wearing the mutant controller could do much, but such defiance was a hassle and a waste of his experimental time.

"Kid, you're in for it now!"

Gill sneered viciously, his eyes flashing cruelly, ready to teach this defiant mutant a harsh lesson.

The nearby researchers all looked on eagerly; they were used to seeing such spectacles. Mutants always seemed to struggle futilely in the end.

They expected no different this time, all watching with anticipation.

But before they could see Gill overpower the youth, the seemingly docile young man calmly stated, "You're the ones who will suffer."

What?

Before anyone could react, Syd swiftly raised his right hand and aimed precisely at the core of the mutant controller.

[Dark Particle Experience +1]

A precise stream of Dark Particles shot from his finger, devouring the core of the mutant controller amidst the shocked expressions of the onlookers.

With a squelch, the adjacent metal wall was punctured, and the mutant controller was torn off.

"What?"

"Oh, my God!"

Shock and then panic filled Gill and the others.

"Stop!"

"What are you doing?!"

Both Gill and the middle-aged researcher were no longer composed, their faces filled with panic.

"I'm going to make you experience death, you scum."

Filled with murderous intent, Syd first pointed at Gill, then at the researcher.

[Dark Particle Experience +1]

[Dark Particle Experience +1]

Two streams of black particles shot out with a speed beyond human reaction, hitting both targets in succession.

"Aah..."

Screams echoed as the burly white man, Gill, clutched his pierced chest, his face a mix of panic and horror.

Then more screams; another particle struck both the middle-aged researcher and another person behind him.

Screams filled the air, and the remaining three researchers scrambled to escape, the experimental area quickly descending into chaos.

"It's impossible, how can you have such mutant abilities!"

Gill's face was covered in terror and confusion, and the researcher on the ground shared his

disbelief.

They remembered Subject Thirty-Seven as a useless mutant, only capable of absorbing

sunlight.

When did he acquire the ability to emit high-energy beams?

As another aimed at his head, Gill stammered in terror, "Don't do it..."

Syd stepped on his face, grinding down, and asked with a smirk, "Weren't you acting tough

before?"

"I..." Gill was furious, teeth clenched in hatred but forced to beg, "Don't kill..."

Before he could finish his plea, the black particle wave hit his head.

[Dark Particle Experience +1]

With a squelch, the large man was instantly killed, his nostrils oozing vile fluid.

Syd felt a surge of relief from his depression, but there was no time to dwell on it. He needed

to escape quickly.

He ran over to the fallen middle-aged researcher and began searching him.

"What are you doing?!" Yassen exclaimed in terror.

Syd ignored him, quickly taking his ID card, then paused.

A familiar notification sounded in his ear.

[You notice several documents scattered on the ground, seeming to contain somen/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

information about you...]

Glancing briefly, he was shocked by what he saw.

Subject Thirty-Seven, a failed genetic experiment using genes from 'Magneto, Max

Eisenhardt' and 'Professor X, Charles Francis Xavier', delivered to a foster home years ago...

Reading the information, even Syd couldn't hide his shock.

What did this mean?

Was he a product of genetic manipulation using genes from Magneto and Professor X?

In some sense, could he be considered a child of Magneto and Professor X?!

Syd was utterly stunned, overwhelmed by the revelation.

Is this some sort of incredible Marvel technology?

With no time to dwell on the shock, as alarms blared throughout the facility, he quickly

grabbed the ID card and the papers and ran towards the metal exit.

As for the middle-aged researcher and the other injured researcher lying on the ground, he did not continue his assault.

The wounds inflicted by his Dark Particles were severe-not mere gunshot wounds, but actual disappearances of flesh.

The ongoing blood loss and missing organs were enough to ensure they would suffer a slow,

painful death.