Starting as a Class Five Mutant

The surviving mutants on the other side stared in disbelief at the now-empty space where Bastion had once been.

Just like that… he was dead?

He didn't even get to do anything.

An instant kill?

A being with countless abilities, capable of wielding powers freely—someone on par with an Omega mutant—had been erased in a mere moment?

Their gazes shifted to the black-clad figure floating in the air.

So, this Prime Universe Omega mutant had already surpassed what was comprehensible?

Even Omega mutants were nothing before him?

What kind of terrifying power was this?

Elsewhere

Watching Bastion turn to dust through satellite footage, the entire world was left speechless.

An Omega-level being… just gone?

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters

Fury's expression was grim.

His worst fears had been confirmed.

Messiah had indeed surpassed the level of Omega mutants.

He was a Super Omega Mutant—something beyond understanding.

Otherwise, there was simply no explanation for what had just transpired.

The more he thought about it, the more his headache worsened.

Messiah being an Omega mutant had already been troublesome enough.

Now, he was a Super Omega mutant?

"...At least White Knight still seems normal," Fury muttered to himself, as if desperately clinging to this thought.

At least among the two Omega mutants, only Messiah was a monster—White Knight was still reasonable.

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

Professor X sat in silence, his mind in a daze.

Just like that… the crisis was over?

Elsewhere

Ghost Rider Johnny, witnessing everything unfold, lost every last ounce of courage to face Messiah.

Without hesitation, he fled.

At the same time, in the shadows, Mephisto and other lurking entities narrowed their eyes in unease.

Their previous schemes regarding Earth and Messiah had just been completely abandoned.

They had intended to observe, perhaps make their move when the time was right.

But after witnessing Messiah still having the strength to wield such power effortlessly, they immediately dismissed any plans.

Still, they hoped someone else would step forward to test Messiah.

However, it seemed everyone had the same idea.

The Battlefield

Messiah—Syd—remained still for a moment, then turned his gaze toward the massive space portal before him.

He raised his left hand.

This portal was a liability.

Syd had no interest in allowing America—or any other nation—to obtain anything from the other world, whether technology or anything else.

In the next instant, Divine Touch activated.

The swirling vortex froze, turning into a massive mirror-like surface.

Crack—BOOM!

Before the eyes of everyone—both in the Prime Universe and across the portal—the structure shattered like glass.

Dazzling shards scattered, leaving behind only a massive void.

Then, as space repaired itself, the battlefield returned to normal.

The portal was gone.

As if it had never existed.

Across the portal, the surviving mutants were filled with regret and frustration.

If they had known, they would have rushed into the Prime Universe!

Now, there was no chance.

Even though Bastion was dead, along with a million Sentinel robots, it didn't mean the Sentinels were completely gone.

There were still Sentinels elsewhere.

Would the few of them left be able to deal with them?

That was a very uncertain fate.

Meanwhile, back in the Prime Universe, America's government and world leaders were seething with rage.

A whole world's worth of resources was just gone!

Messiah was a wasteful fool!

If they could, they would strangle Messiah on the spot.

But they couldn't do a damn thing.

As for Syd himself?

He didn't care about their anger.

There was still one more thing to do.

The remaining Nimrod-class Sentinels.

Even if they were scattered across other cities, he had no intention of leaving any behind.

The next second, space stone energy surged into his body.

With a thought, he teleported away.

In a nearby city, Syd reappeared.

Using his enhanced vision, he quickly spotted several Nimrod-class Sentinels.

With a shift in space, Syd materialized beside one.

Flash!

In an instant, a lesser form of Sunshine enveloped it.

The Sentinel was erased instantly.

Another flash—Syd disappeared.

Within a short time, over a hundred Nimrod-class Sentinels had been annihilated.

If any remained, he didn't know.

After finishing his cleanup, Syd teleported once more, returning to the spot where he had encountered Ghost Rider.

But Johnny was long gone.

Mephisto had disappeared as well.

Syd simply shrugged.

"Not like they matter."

Suddenly—

A shadow flickered a few meters away.

Mephisto reappeared, a smile plastered on his ancient face.

"Messiah, I look forward to our future cooperation."

Syd raised an eyebrow. "Cooperation?"

"I don't recall agreeing to anything."

Mephisto wasn't fazed.

His grin remained as he said, "Don't be so quick to dismiss the idea. One day, we will have reason to work together."

"Perhaps you'll face a foe beyond your power, and need my help."

"Or maybe I'll seek to conquer a place and require assistance."

"Mutual benefits, Messiah. A true partnership."

As he spoke, black energy flickered in his palm.

A small, thumb-sized black orb materialized.

Within the orb, dark energy swirled.

Mephisto continued, "If you ever need my aid, simply crush this orb."

"I will come."

Without waiting for a response, he tossed the black sphere.

Syd narrowed his eyes.

His divine instincts told him there was nothing inherently wrong with the object.

With a slight frown, he caught it.

Seeing this, Mephisto let out a satisfied breath.

Smiling, he bowed slightly.

"Messiah, until next time."

A burst of black smoke enveloped him—

And he was gone.

Syd glanced at the orb, then casually stored it in his spatial ring.

Then, feeling the weight of countless watching eyes, he let out a cold snort.

(End of Chapter)

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