Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 565 - Chaoter 565

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"I can bring the dead back to life—but why should I help you?"

The voice echoed across Stark Tower—mysterious, like the truth of the universe itself, yet also chillingly indifferent.

Kingpin, who had been dejected after Spider-Man declared that death was irreversible, froze mid-thought. His expression twisted into shock and disbelief.

The White-Clad Hero... what did he just say?

He... could actually bring the dead back?!

Kingpin was stunned, his mind struggling to comprehend.

And he wasn't the only one—Spider-Man, who had just confidently stated that resurrection was impossible, now stood frozen, his face full of disbelief.

How could something like that be real?

Agent Coulson, the SHIELD operatives, police officers, monks, and even civilians watching the scene through drones—every single one of them was floored.

"Is this real?"

"Can someone actually be brought back to life?"

"Oh God..."

Back in the dark corner of the street, the Avengers Four were in complete shock.

Nebula asked aloud, "Didn't you just say the dead can't come back?"

Every eye turned to Thor.

They all wanted the same answer. Just moments ago, Thor had declared with unwavering certainty that the dead could never be revived—and now the White-Clad Hero, the so-called God of Light Baldr, was saying he could do exactly that?

Thor stared ahead, stunned. "It's impossible... How could anyone return from death?"

"Unless... my brother is lying. Trying to trick that human..."

Tony and the others blinked. That... actually sounded plausible.

Maybe he was giving that man false hope?

While they were entertaining that theory—and while the whole world remained in disbelief—Kingpin, after his initial shock, began to tremble with excitement.

His desperation to bring back his wife and son made him ignore the possibility that the White-Clad Hero might be deceiving him.

This had to be real.

He kept telling himself that.

But soon, doubt and sorrow overtook him again.

After all—why would the White-Clad Hero help someone like him?

Money?

The White-Clad Hero didn't need it. Even if he did, he could just take an entire nation's treasury with ease.

Power?

With a mere flick, he could wipe out all of New York—what need did he have for organizations or criminal empires?

Kingpin couldn't think of a single thing he had that could be of value.

But he couldn't give up. This was his only chance.

After several seconds of agonizing thought, he lowered his head and muttered with despair and uncertainty, "I have nothing... nothing worth trading for this miracle."

Then, more resolutely, he added, "But I'll give everything I have—if there's even the slightest chance."

He lifted his head, looking at the White-Clad Hero with pure devotion in his eyes, silently begging for mercy.

Murmurs spread through the crowd around Stark Tower.

"Does Kingpin really think he can bring people back from the dead?"

"That's ridiculous. There's no such thing."

"And why would the White-Clad Hero even help him?"

But high above, Syd's eyes narrowed slightly.

Kingpin's body... was now giving off threads of faith—he was producing actual divine faith energy.

Not the level of a fanatic, but solidly that of a true believer.

It seemed his longing to bring back his family wasn't just genuine—it was desperate.

Syd's interest was piqued.

He had never actually tried resurrecting someone before. All the methods he'd come up with were still theoretical.

This... could be a perfect test.

More importantly, he had made a promise once—to Kaecilius. He'd promised to bring back his wife and child.

He hadn't had the power at the time, so the matter had been delayed. Kaecilius never pressed him, but Syd could still feel the man's pain and grief beneath his fanatical loyalty.

Now that he had the strength, it was time to fulfill that promise.

Kingpin's case would serve as the experiment.

With a faint smile, Syd said, "I'm in a good mood today. I'll grant your wish."

"But I hope you won't regret it—having a wife and child again will become your weakness."

As he spoke, he cast a brief glance at Coulson and the others—not subtly at all.

Coulson noticed and gave a bitter smile.

Kingpin's expression changed momentarily, but quickly turned resolute.

Seeing that, Syd didn't bother with more words. After a moment of thought, he decided to use Chaos Magic combined with his Creation ability.

First, he would use Chaos Magic to retrieve the souls of Kingpin's wife and son.

Then, he'd use Creation to craft new bodies for them.

In the next instant, under the stunned eyes of people around the world, he raised his right hand and activated his power.

A crimson glow surged to life.

Simultaneously, he used his abstract divine form to sense the location of the two souls.

He reached across heaven, hell, and various dimensions...

Then, with a twist of chaotic reality, he altered their positions.

Red light burst forth.

Under the force of Chaos Magic's reality-warping, two transparent soul forms—one adult and one child—appeared in the air.

The two souls looked confused, unsure of what was happening.

Bathed in red light, their forms were visible to everyone present—including Kingpin.

Before anyone could react, the White-Clad Hero gently blew toward the souls.

His supreme Creation energy spread outward, touching both souls.

And then something truly shocking happened.

The two souls—previously intangible and ghost-like—began to solidify.

It was like watching them come back to life.

No... they were coming back to life.

People stared in utter disbelief.

No matter how hard they looked, they couldn't see the two figures as "spiritual forms" anymore.

They looked real. Alive.

At the same time, without anyone realizing, the deep red glow on Syd's right hand pulsed again.

He twisted reality one more time—altering the fact that the two people had died at all.

Now, they had never been dead.

They'd only been in a state of suspended animation.

This trick was meant to deceive Death herself.

The Creation ability alone was enough to resurrect someone—but if he used it carelessly, Death might immediately sense the anomaly.

So Syd played it smart.

(End of Chapter)

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