MARVEL-THE MULTIVERSE TRADER

Shaking his head, Nova thought back to how it all started.

It had begun two years ago, when the Mutant Registration Act passed.

At the time, Nova had neither awakened his past life memories nor his mutant abilities. He'd been just another face in the crowd, unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface of society.

Charles Xavier publicly fought it bitterly at the time — leading rallies, filing court appeals, delivering impassioned speeches before international mutant rights forums, and even sanctioning covert rescue operations for unregistered mutants who'd been targeted or detained. His defiance became a rallying point for mutant communities across the country, with Helios Network broadcasting every statement, protest, and clash in real time.

For a while, it seemed like the movement might actually succeed. Public opinion teetered on a knife's edge. Politicians were hounded by relentless media coverage, mutant-friendly human rights organizations rallied in unprecedented numbers, and even a few prominent government officials hesitated, openly questioning the ethics of such legislation.

But in the end, it hadn't been enough.

Despite Charles' immense efforts, despite the protests, the broadcasts, the international pressure, and the growing unrest, the act was passed.

The ink was barely dry on the legislation when everything began unraveling.

Enraged by the passage of the Mutant Registration Act, Magneto launched a series of brutal, coordinated attacks on several high-security military outposts, leaving wreckage and casualties in his wake. The assaults sent shockwaves through the nation's military establishment — and just as suddenly as he'd appeared, Magneto vanished without a trace, slipping through the cracks of every search grid and surveillance net the government threw after him.

Nobody knew why he disappeared. The government remained on high alert for an entire year, fearing another assault, expecting the worst at every major event and military mobilization. But nothing came. No one knew what calmed his fury, or what drove him underground. It was as if the earth itself had swallowed him.

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Sure — here's another carefully structured, emotionally weighty version with that same logic and tone, but varied phrasing and detail:

And then, not long after he'd awakened both — his scattered memories and his mutant abilities — the shape of the world around him shifted. What once seemed like background noise now loomed like a stormcloud overhead.

It didn't take him long to come to a decision.

Do not register.

Nova had consumed enough Marvel stories in his previous life — comics, films, and an obscene amount of fanfiction — to understand what the Mutant Registration Act really meant. The politicians and talking heads could dress it up in speeches about public safety and national security, but at the end of the day, it was a list. A future hit list disguised as paperwork.

And if he needed proof of where that road led, he didn't have to look far. His thoughts flicked to the My Hero Academia universe — a place where the Quirk Registration System started as a harmless census. But over time, it morphed into something far darker. Every child with a power was catalogued from birth, their abilities recorded and monitored. It didn't matter if they were kind, cruel, a hero, or a nobody. The state owned their futures the moment their quirk manifested.

He thought of Lady Nagant — the perfect example. Once a hero of the people, reduced to an assassin for the government, forced to murder anyone the Commission deemed inconvenient. A shining example of what happened when a registry became a weapon.

And Nova knew this world — his world — wasn't any better.

Maybe worse.

He wasn't about to offer up his name and power to people like that. Not when history had already written what came next.

Nova still remembered the news he had read while waiting for Soulless to fully fuse with his soul and grant him new abilities:

'But what truly snagged his attention was the next post: a breaking report of the X-Men launching a coordinated strike on a hidden facility conducting illegal experiments on both mutants and humans. The disturbing part wasn't the existence of such a facility — Nova had long suspected as much — but that the operation had been fully government-funded. The fallout was immediate; media outlets were tearing into the government, protests had erupted in several cities, and a fierce debate about mutant rights and state corruption was igniting across the country.'

At that time, although Nova was surprised, he simply thought it wasn't anything too important.

He ignored the news then. Over the following month, the fallout from the incident refused to die down. Protests erupted in multiple cities, mutant rights groups clashed with government officials in heated debates, and media outlets churned out scandal after scandal about state-funded black sites.

But Nova didn't pay much attention. Part of him felt it wasn't his problem yet — that there'd be time to care once he was strong enough to survive whatever came next.

He was too focused on fighting criminals to hone his combat strength, testing his limits against normal criminals, and spending the rest of his time using Soul-Sight to develop and perfect new spells.

Some small, guilty part of him knew he was avoiding it. Because if he looked too closely, he might see his own future on one of those missing persons posters.

Then, without much thought for what was brewing around him, he left the Marvel world and traveled to Black Clover.

And it was there that the real fun started.

Because one morning, without warning, Helios Network released a news bulletin, its headline blazing across the screen:

'BREAKING NEWS: 40% OF MUTANTS RESCUED FROM RAIDED GOVERNMENT FACILITY WERE LEGALLY REGISTERED CITIZENS'

That headline alone was enough to freeze the entire mutant community in shock.

But it didn't stop there.

'FOLLOW-UP REPORT: 75% OF MUTANTS WHO LEGALLY REGISTERED THEMSELVES HAVE DISAPPEARED WITHOUT A TRACE'

The follow-up report hit like a sledgehammer.

Helios Network's investigation laid it out with brutal clarity. Names of registered mutants were missing from databases. Entire families were filing missing persons reports, only to be stonewalled by government agencies. In some cases, official records showed the individuals had never existed to begin with.

The stories leaked out in desperate, shaking voices. A teenage girl on Helios sobbing over her brother, taken three nights after registering, his apartment stripped clean. A middle-aged woman clutching a faded photo of her son, last seen at a checkpoint. A grocery store boarded up overnight, its mutant owner's name wiped from records as though he'd never existed. No trials. No charges. No explanations. Just silence..

What made it worse — many of these were peaceful civilians. Teachers, medics, shop owners, artists. Ordinary people who believed in the system, who signed their names in good faith, thinking it would protect them.

Instead, it had marked them.

The government, panicking in the face of civil unrest, tried to stabilize the situation. They scrambled to control the narrative, fabricating charges against the very registered mutants they'd betrayed. Theft, assault, conspiracy — all hastily manufactured accusations meant to justify the disappearances.

But they'd forgotten past lessons.

They'd forgotten Charles Xavier.

Only this time, he didn't resort to obliterating minds. No — this time, he dismantled their lives.

Helios Network, without hesitation, unleashed a storm the very next day. Headline after headline exposed the hidden, festering rot behind the scenes. Names of high-ranking government officials, military personnel, media executives — all those responsible for spreading the false accusations — were plastered across every screen.

And it wasn't just slander.

It was receipts.

Corruption scandals that had been buried for years. Bribes, rigged elections, laundering schemes. Even darker sins came to light — one official revealed as the architect of a child trafficking ring, another exposed for orchestrating illegal organ smuggling operations, and several found guilty of unthinkable crimes like pedophilia and abuse of power.

The public outrage was immediate, raw, and merciless. Riots intensified. Careers crumbled overnight. The government's attempt at damage control only made the fire burn hotter.

The public outrage was immediate, raw, and merciless. Riots intensified. Careers crumbled overnight. The government's desperate attempts at damage control only poured fuel on the flames, each carefully worded statement dismissed as another layer of lies.

This chaos raged for three full days.

And then — as if the situation hadn't already hit its boiling point — news broke that Charles Xavier, Magneto, and Sebastian Shaw were heading to Washington D.C.

The announcement sent a fresh wave of fear rippling through political circles. These weren't just leaders — they were three titans of the mutant world. Each with the power, influence, and resources to shake the very foundation of the country if they so wished.

People braced for the worst. Emergency meetings were called, evacuation protocols drafted. The thought of those three, standing together in the capital, made every high-ranking official sweat bullets.

But just as panic threatened to break loose, another broadcast came through.

A message stating that the three leaders weren't coming for war.

They were coming to negotiate.

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