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Chapter 486: Omega Level Mutant
A massive uproar erupted on Earth, plunging the entire world into fierce debate and division. Public opinion was in utter chaos.
Tony issued an invitation to all the Mutants across the world.
Are you unhappy living on Earth?
Do you suffer from discrimination because of who you are?
Or do you long for an adventure in the vast and mysterious Cosmos?
No problem.
As long as you're a Mutant, you can apply to join. After an evaluation, you will be granted official residency on Cybertron.
"Th-th-this... This is basically poaching from Earth! That guy Tony is trying to snatch up every Mutant on the planet in one fell swoop!"
"Is that so strange? He's a Mutant himself, and he possesses the immense power of a Deity. To be honest, if I were a Mutant, I'd be tempted too."
"I'm not a Mutant, and I'm already damn tempted. You guys think I should give it a shot? Maybe I'll pass..."
"Did you receive an invitation, then? Only Mutants are getting them, and secretly at that. If A.R.G.U.S. hadn't publicized it so heavily, this whole affair probably wouldn't have blown up for some time."
People talked, some in admiration, others with curses. Opinions were mixed.
Nevertheless, this grand gesture truly shocked the entire world.
Building a planet! An interstellar migration of tens of millions!
"Hey, hey, hey, you're all focusing on the wrong thing! The main point is that our Guardian is leaving! The next time a powerful enemy attacks, who's going to protect us?"
"?!"
"If it's weaklings like the Chitauri, I think the Avengers and that new Justice League founded by the Kryptonian could handle them. But if it's something like Atlantis or that monster that appeared in the Solar System a few days ago..." someone said, still shaken by the memory.
Superman was trying to establish a league that could operate independently, unwilling to be controlled by S.H.I.E.L.D. like the Avengers. This had already been exposed by certain parties—A.R.G.U.S., of course.
Public opinion on Earth was intensely divided. Among ordinary humans and Mutants, some supported the move while others opposed it, but even more simply fell silent. They hesitated, bewildered, unsure of what choice to make.
Many Mutants with physical mutations emerged from the city's shadows. They looked down at their tattered clothes and the moldy bread in their hands, just fished from a trash can. Gritting their teeth, they clutched their invitations and walked towards the special strongholds established by A.R.G.U.S.
Those with physical mutations lived miserable lives—truly miserable. Unlike their fellow Mutants who could maintain the appearance of an ordinary human and blend in perfectly as long as they didn't use their powers.
From the moment of their Awakening, they were anomalies. They had no rights, no food or warmth, no jobs, and no education.
They had nothing—just a worthless life to their name.
When Tony extended a hand to them, they grasped it without hesitation. Even if the path ahead was unknown, it was a gamble worth taking.
After all, in their eyes, Tony was the most powerful Mutant, a trustworthy Guardian, and one of their own. There was no reason for him to harm wretches like them, who had nothing to lose.
"At least it's far better than continuing to just scrape by."
A tall, curvaceous beauty, holding a phone, slowly arrived at the location specified in the message. A small line had already formed.
All of them were Mutants.
Many people looked at her with astonishment, their gazes filled with confusion.
A Mutant with no physical mutation? She could clearly pass as an ordinary human, so why would she want to go adventuring in the universe?
"Everyone, hands on your head! Don't resist!"
Just then, a squad of police officers appeared, drawing their firearms and pointing them at the Mutants and office staff. They shouted a warning, their expressions incredibly tense.
A group of Undead Warriors in black trench coats appeared, stepping in front of the frightened, cowering Mutants. They sneered as they confronted the police.
"The moment you pulled out those little toys, you should have considered the consequences," a large, burly man said expressionlessly.
The other Undead Warriors flashed savage grins, eager for a fight.
Guns? Heh. Unless they were autocannons capable of blowing them to pieces, ordinary handguns were useless. Their healing factor would allow them to recover quickly.
They were powerful warriors loyal to Tony and A.R.G.U.S., enhanced by an advanced serum.
Then, several cars parked by the roadside suddenly transformed, becoming Transformers of various sizes. An array of heavy weaponry assembled in an instant, aimed coldly at the police.
"That's my car! My car transformed!"
A passerby carrying bags stared, his eyes widening with a sharp, intense light.
Everyone's expression changed. They knew that at this very moment, Tony was watching.
Rumor had it that although Tony no longer mass-produced soldiers by the millions at the drop of a hat as he once did, if he truly wanted to, he could turn the entire Earth into a war fortress.
Some who had calculated Tony's growth trajectory concluded that this was highly possible.
And this current situation was proof of that very point.
Tony was overseeing Earth in his own way, and these war machines, ready to transform at a moment's notice, were the best evidence of it.
Whether it was a threat or a warning no longer mattered. What was important was that Tony had demonstrated his resolve.
Stand in the way, and you die. Anyone who dared to cause trouble at this critical juncture would die.
This display, brimming with killing intent, stunned many. Soon after, the police received their orders and promptly retreated.
The Mutant registration proceeded smoothly.
"Name?"
"Elizabeth Braddock," the tall beauty replied calmly. After a moment, she added, "My callsign is Psylocke. That's what I call myself."
The staff member looked up at her in surprise before continuing, "Occupation?"
"Pilot."
"..."
The staff member asked a few more questions and then said seriously, "So, Ms. Braddock, are you certain you wish to accept Tony's invitation? If you confirm, I will register your personal information and upload your file to the central database."
Elizabeth Braddock nodded and said decisively, "I'm certain."
The staff member nodded, offering a gentle smile. "That's all, ma'am. You may leave now."
"Does this mean I've passed?"
"No. We will conduct another round of screening. If you pass, we will contact you, issue you a residency permit for Cybertron, and grant you citizenship. After that, we will immediately proceed with the immigration."
"How long will it take to get the results?"
"Very soon. One week at the latest. We first need to ensure you aren't human scum. Tony needs Mutants, but he has no need for trash," the staff member said amicably.
Just as Psylocke turned to leave, her information was highly encrypted and transferred directly into Tony's hands.
At that moment, Tony was making an exceptionally rare appearance at a global United Nations conference. Beside him were Professor X and Magneto.
It was an astonishing scene.
"What is it?" Professor X asked in a low voice, noticing Tony's intense focus on his phone and glancing at the bustling crowd and their wary, complex stares.
"Good news, Professor. Very good news."
Tony smiled. "Just now, a Mutant with Omega Level potential submitted an immigration application. Her file has been designated S-Class, and no one can view it except for me, Crane, and a very select few."
"Really?" Professor X's eyes lit up.
Magneto was overcome with excitement, the wrinkles on his face trembling. "Omega Level potential?" he asked, his voice shaking. "A fellow Mutant as powerful as you and Jean? Where is she?"
"She is safe. And let me reiterate: I am not Omega Level. My ascension to Demigod status was achieved through other means. The limit of my X-Gene is only Level Four, just like yours."
"That's not important," Magneto said, waving his hand dismissively.
Tony just smiled and said nothing.
It seemed that both Professor X and Old Man Magneto misunderstood the "Omega Level" potential index, equating Omega Level Mutants with Demigod-level ones.
That wasn't the case at all. Demigod was a measure of combat strength, while Omega was a measure of potential.
Wanda and Jean were both Omega Level Mutants, but their ultimate power in the future would far surpass the Demigod level they currently displayed.
It would start at Level Eight, a level capable of destroying the Multiverse in mere minutes.
What was rarest of all was that Psylocke was much like Iceman Bobby. Both were Omega Level Mutants with immense potential, free from the interference of uncontrollable external forces.
Wanda was influenced by Chaos Magic, and Jean was plagued by the Phoenix Force. This caused them to experience sudden power bursts during moments of extreme emotion, their strength surging uncontrollably.
Someone like Psylocke, however, could only grow stronger by tapping into her potential bit by bit. Although this process would take longer, its advantage was its stability and controllability. She wouldn't be easily overwhelmed by her own power and driven to madness like Wanda and Jean.
"It seems I'll have to find time to meet Psylocke," Tony thought. "First, I'll help her break through her potential's bottleneck, raising her from Quasi-Omega Level to a true Omega Level."
Tony narrowed his eyes, watching the conference begin as he pondered.
Iceman Bobby was already a full Omega Level Mutant; he just needed to be guided as he grew. Psylocke, on the other hand, was currently only Quasi-Omega Level and required an external force to help her break through her bottleneck.
Tony was that external force.
The Demigod level was far from the upper limit for an Omega Level Mutant. To date, no Mutant on Earth had ever surpassed the power of a Demigod, but that was about to change.
Because the true meaning of "Omega" was infinite potential and immortality.
(end of chapter)
A massive uproar erupted on Earth, plunging the entire world into fierce debate and division. Public opinion was in utter chaos.
Tony issued an invitation to all the Mutants across the world.
Are you unhappy living on Earth?
Do you suffer from discrimination because of who you are?
Or do you long for an adventure in the vast and mysterious Cosmos?
No problem.
As long as you're a Mutant, you can apply to join. After an evaluation, you will be granted official residency on Cybertron.
"Th-th-this... This is basically poaching from Earth! That guy Tony is trying to snatch up every Mutant on the planet in one fell swoop!"
"Is that so strange? He's a Mutant himself, and he possesses the immense power of a Deity. To be honest, if I were a Mutant, I'd be tempted too."
"I'm not a Mutant, and I'm already damn tempted. You guys think I should give it a shot? Maybe I'll pass..."
"Did you receive an invitation, then? Only Mutants are getting them, and secretly at that. If A.R.G.U.S. hadn't publicized it so heavily, this whole affair probably wouldn't have blown up for some time."
People talked, some in admiration, others with curses. Opinions were mixed.
Nevertheless, this grand gesture truly shocked the entire world.
Building a planet! An interstellar migration of tens of millions!
"Hey, hey, hey, you're all focusing on the wrong thing! The main point is that our Guardian is leaving! The next time a powerful enemy attacks, who's going to protect us?"
"?!"
"If it's weaklings like the Chitauri, I think the Avengers and that new Justice League founded by the Kryptonian could handle them. But if it's something like Atlantis or that monster that appeared in the Solar System a few days ago..." someone said, still shaken by the memory.
Superman was trying to establish a league that could operate independently, unwilling to be controlled by S.H.I.E.L.D. like the Avengers. This had already been exposed by certain parties—A.R.G.U.S., of course.
Public opinion on Earth was intensely divided. Among ordinary humans and Mutants, some supported the move while others opposed it, but even more simply fell silent. They hesitated, bewildered, unsure of what choice to make.
Many Mutants with physical mutations emerged from the city's shadows. They looked down at their tattered clothes and the moldy bread in their hands, just fished from a trash can. Gritting their teeth, they clutched their invitations and walked towards the special strongholds established by A.R.G.U.S.
Those with physical mutations lived miserable lives—truly miserable. Unlike their fellow Mutants who could maintain the appearance of an ordinary human and blend in perfectly as long as they didn't use their powers.
From the moment of their Awakening, they were anomalies. They had no rights, no food or warmth, no jobs, and no education.
They had nothing—just a worthless life to their name.
When Tony extended a hand to them, they grasped it without hesitation. Even if the path ahead was unknown, it was a gamble worth taking.
After all, in their eyes, Tony was the most powerful Mutant, a trustworthy Guardian, and one of their own. There was no reason for him to harm wretches like them, who had nothing to lose.
"At least it's far better than continuing to just scrape by."
A tall, curvaceous beauty, holding a phone, slowly arrived at the location specified in the message. A small line had already formed.
All of them were Mutants.
Many people looked at her with astonishment, their gazes filled with confusion.
A Mutant with no physical mutation? She could clearly pass as an ordinary human, so why would she want to go adventuring in the universe?
"Everyone, hands on your head! Don't resist!"
Just then, a squad of police officers appeared, drawing their firearms and pointing them at the Mutants and office staff. They shouted a warning, their expressions incredibly tense.
A group of Undead Warriors in black trench coats appeared, stepping in front of the frightened, cowering Mutants. They sneered as they confronted the police.
"The moment you pulled out those little toys, you should have considered the consequences," a large, burly man said expressionlessly.
The other Undead Warriors flashed savage grins, eager for a fight.
Guns? Heh. Unless they were autocannons capable of blowing them to pieces, ordinary handguns were useless. Their healing factor would allow them to recover quickly.
They were powerful warriors loyal to Tony and A.R.G.U.S., enhanced by an advanced serum.
Then, several cars parked by the roadside suddenly transformed, becoming Transformers of various sizes. An array of heavy weaponry assembled in an instant, aimed coldly at the police.
"That's my car! My car transformed!"
A passerby carrying bags stared, his eyes widening with a sharp, intense light.
Everyone's expression changed. They knew that at this very moment, Tony was watching.
Rumor had it that although Tony no longer mass-produced soldiers by the millions at the drop of a hat as he once did, if he truly wanted to, he could turn the entire Earth into a war fortress.
Some who had calculated Tony's growth trajectory concluded that this was highly possible.
And this current situation was proof of that very point.
Tony was overseeing Earth in his own way, and these war machines, ready to transform at a moment's notice, were the best evidence of it.
Whether it was a threat or a warning no longer mattered. What was important was that Tony had demonstrated his resolve.
Stand in the way, and you die. Anyone who dared to cause trouble at this critical juncture would die.
This display, brimming with killing intent, stunned many. Soon after, the police received their orders and promptly retreated.
The Mutant registration proceeded smoothly.
"Name?"
"Elizabeth Braddock," the tall beauty replied calmly. After a moment, she added, "My callsign is Psylocke. That's what I call myself."
The staff member looked up at her in surprise before continuing, "Occupation?"
"Pilot."
"..."
The staff member asked a few more questions and then said seriously, "So, Ms. Braddock, are you certain you wish to accept Tony's invitation? If you confirm, I will register your personal information and upload your file to the central database."
Elizabeth Braddock nodded and said decisively, "I'm certain."
The staff member nodded, offering a gentle smile. "That's all, ma'am. You may leave now."
"Does this mean I've passed?"
"No. We will conduct another round of screening. If you pass, we will contact you, issue you a residency permit for Cybertron, and grant you citizenship. After that, we will immediately proceed with the immigration."
"How long will it take to get the results?"
"Very soon. One week at the latest. We first need to ensure you aren't human scum. Tony needs Mutants, but he has no need for trash," the staff member said amicably.
Just as Psylocke turned to leave, her information was highly encrypted and transferred directly into Tony's hands.
At that moment, Tony was making an exceptionally rare appearance at a global United Nations conference. Beside him were Professor X and Magneto.
It was an astonishing scene.
"What is it?" Professor X asked in a low voice, noticing Tony's intense focus on his phone and glancing at the bustling crowd and their wary, complex stares.
"Good news, Professor. Very good news."
Tony smiled. "Just now, a Mutant with Omega Level potential submitted an immigration application. Her file has been designated S-Class, and no one can view it except for me, Crane, and a very select few."
"Really?" Professor X's eyes lit up.
Magneto was overcome with excitement, the wrinkles on his face trembling. "Omega Level potential?" he asked, his voice shaking. "A fellow Mutant as powerful as you and Jean? Where is she?"
"She is safe. And let me reiterate: I am not Omega Level. My ascension to Demigod status was achieved through other means. The limit of my X-Gene is only Level Four, just like yours."
"That's not important," Magneto said, waving his hand dismissively.
Tony just smiled and said nothing.
It seemed that both Professor X and Old Man Magneto misunderstood the "Omega Level" potential index, equating Omega Level Mutants with Demigod-level ones.
That wasn't the case at all. Demigod was a measure of combat strength, while Omega was a measure of potential.
Wanda and Jean were both Omega Level Mutants, but their ultimate power in the future would far surpass the Demigod level they currently displayed.
It would start at Level Eight, a level capable of destroying the Multiverse in mere minutes.
What was rarest of all was that Psylocke was much like Iceman Bobby. Both were Omega Level Mutants with immense potential, free from the interference of uncontrollable external forces.
Wanda was influenced by Chaos Magic, and Jean was plagued by the Phoenix Force. This caused them to experience sudden power bursts during moments of extreme emotion, their strength surging uncontrollably.
Someone like Psylocke, however, could only grow stronger by tapping into her potential bit by bit. Although this process would take longer, its advantage was its stability and controllability. She wouldn't be easily overwhelmed by her own power and driven to madness like Wanda and Jean.
"It seems I'll have to find time to meet Psylocke," Tony thought. "First, I'll help her break through her potential's bottleneck, raising her from Quasi-Omega Level to a true Omega Level."
Tony narrowed his eyes, watching the conference begin as he pondered.
Iceman Bobby was already a full Omega Level Mutant; he just needed to be guided as he grew. Psylocke, on the other hand, was currently only Quasi-Omega Level and required an external force to help her break through her bottleneck.
Tony was that external force.
The Demigod level was far from the upper limit for an Omega Level Mutant. To date, no Mutant on Earth had ever surpassed the power of a Demigod, but that was about to change.
Because the true meaning of "Omega" was infinite potential and immortality.
(end of chapter)
