Starting as a Class Five Mutant-Chapter 496 -

Inside the city police station, a few officers were beginning to lose their patience.

Just earlier, a few factory workers had called in a report—claiming that a mutant in white had appeared at their workplace. Not only that, but this mutant could fly and seemed potentially dangerous.

One of the officers, a white man named Bill, scoffed, clearly annoyed.

"Mutants? At this time? Those factory workers must have lost their damn minds."

The officers around him chuckled.

It had been years since they'd received a serious report about mutants. The few that did come in were always pranks.

And what's this about flying?

A flying mutant? That was absurd.

The last mutant they remembered seeing fly was Magneto, back when they were kids watching TV.

Clearly, these workers were messing with them.

Just as they were grumbling about how they should probably arrest those prank callers and teach them a lesson, something unexpected happened—

More calls started pouring in.

One after another, frantic civilians flooded the lines, their voices filled with panic.

All of them were reporting the same thing—

A mutant was flying over the city!

"He's up there right now, roaming around!"

"Please, you have to do something! Get rid of that mutant!"

"You don't understand, I'm terrified!"

"A mutant? In broad daylight?! I thought they were all extinct!"

One particular middle-aged woman shrieked, her voice laced with fear and outrage.

"Mutants are supposed to be sewer rats—how dare this one show up in the streets?!"

After hanging up yet another call, Bill and his fellow officers stared at each other in stunned silence.

"Wait... is this for real?"

Their minds were filled with doubt and disbelief.

They had received so many calls—it couldn't be a prank anymore.

But another thought crept into their heads.

Why?

Why would a mutant appear so openly?

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Like that woman had said—mutants were supposed to hide. Why would one expose himself like this?

With the overwhelming number of calls, the officers quickly mobilized.

They pulled up city surveillance footage, searching for any anomalies.

Soon enough, they found him.

On one of the street cameras, they saw a man in white... floating in midair.

"He really is flying?!"

"They weren't lying?"

Bill and the others gaped.

Without wasting time, they grabbed their weapons and rushed toward the scene.

At the same time, they rewound the footage, trying to see what this mutant had been doing.

Across the city, millions of citizens received emergency alerts on their phones.

As they read the notifications, their reactions varied—

Shock. Confusion. Disbelief.

"A mutant? In the open?"

After the initial surprise, many people simply shrugged it off.

They saw it as entertainment.

"It's been years, but now some reckless mutant is trying to stir things up? Let's see how long he lasts before they take him down."

Some even looked forward to it.

While the common people viewed it as a spectacle, news reporters and media outlets saw it as a goldmine.

A mutant sighting after so many years?

That's breaking news!

The city's news stations and journalists sprang into action.

Soon enough, cameras caught sight of the floating figure in white.

From a safe distance, a reporter began broadcasting.

"Hello, everyone! This is Hannah, reporting live on a major event!"

Dressed in a sleek business suit, Hannah radiated a professional aura as she turned and gestured behind her.

Viewers across TVs, computers, and mobile devices raised their eyebrows.

"Major event?"

"What's happening? I don't remember anything big happening recently."

As curiosity spread among the audience, Hannah stepped aside, revealing the camera's zoomed-in footage—

A man in white, calmly floating above the streets.

As the camera adjusted focus, the street scene became even clearer.

At that moment, everyone watching was stunned.

"Wait... am I seeing this right?"

"That guy is flying?!"

"Is this some kind of movie promotion?"

Since mutants had been gone for so long, most people didn't make the connection immediately.

Then, after letting the shock settle in, Hannah's expression turned serious.

"This man... is most likely a mutant!"

"A mutant has appeared once again!"

The moment she said those words, a collective gasp spread across the viewers.

"A mutant?!"

"But... weren't they all wiped out?!"

"How... after all these years?!"

Discussions exploded across online forums, social media, and chatrooms.

However, despite their surprise, fear was minimal.

After all, humans had already all but eradicated mutants.

Even if one showed up now—so what?

Against their military forces and advanced weaponry, no mutant could stand a chance.

In their eyes, this reckless fool was doomed to be caught.

The only question was how long it would take.

Meanwhile, far away from the bustling city—

In a barren wasteland, a black limousine rolled to a stop.

A few seconds later, the door creaked open.

A tall, rugged man in a cheap black suit and white shirt stumbled out.

His weathered face, covered in an unkempt beard, twisted slightly as he winced in pain.

Logan.

He clutched a beer bottle, taking a swig as he absentmindedly rubbed his still-bleeding wounds—

Wounds that should have healed instantly.

But they didn't.

His healing factor had weakened—so much so that even small injuries took ages to close.

Earlier today, while driving his taxi, he had gotten into a fight with some thugs.

Even though he won, his body paid the price.

Not that it mattered.

Through the bloodstained shirt, scars crisscrossed his body—marks that should have never existed on him.

Yet, here they were.

As Logan dragged himself home, the world around him remained unaware that the greatest mutant of all time was now just a broken man trying to survive.

(End of Chapter)

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