Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 567 - 567

At that moment, Kaecilius, still holding his wife and child in his arms, began to undergo a subtle transformation.

The threads of faith connecting him to Syd suddenly thickened—dozens of times over.

Even his soul now shimmered with a faint glow.

To put it simply: Kaecilius's devotion had ascended to an entirely new level—beyond that of even a fanatic.

At this point, his faith was practically unshakable. Even if asked to die, he would do so without question, simply believing it was his Lord's will—and obey gladly.

Back in New York, Syd also sensed this change.

Through the link of divine faith, he even felt as though his consciousness could now descend directly into Kaecilius's body and control it at will.

But he ignored that sensation and shifted his attention back to the scene around Stark Tower.

Kingpin was also embracing his wife and son now, excitedly telling them what had happened.

Meanwhile, murmurs spread among the surrounding crowd.

"Unbelievable... The power of a Creator God. It defies science! But why would the White-Clad Hero bring Kingpin's family back?"

"Where's the justice in that?"

"Why does he get a miracle and not the rest of us? Why would the White-Clad Hero help him?"

With his divine senses, Syd heard the whispers from dozens, even hundreds of meters away—but he didn't react at all.

Why?

Because he wanted to.

He felt like it.

He would do whatever he pleased.

What gave these people the right to question that?

In this world, if it wasn't Kingpin, it would've been someone else.

As long as humans existed, there would always be people competing for the spoils of darkness.

Unless he wiped out all of humanity—like the biblical God's great flood—there would be no end to it.

In some ways, Kingpin's very presence stabilized the underground world.

And if having his wife and child again made him more vulnerable?

That had nothing to do with Syd.

Then, he heard the voices of gratitude.

"Divine One... thank you for bringing back my son... and me," Vanessa said sincerely.

Kingpin and the boy both echoed her gratitude.

After a while, seeing that the White-Clad Hero gave no reply, they respectfully said their farewells, and left in their cars, escorted by Kingpin's men.

The moment they left, Syd heard a wave of desperate pleading from below.

"Oh great Creator God, please... have mercy on me too. Please bring my loved one back!"

"God...!"

Even Coulson and Spider-Man hesitated, as though wanting to speak but not daring to.

Across the world, millions who saw the broadcast via drones were filled with fervent hope. They prayed silently, wishing the White-Clad Hero could grant their desires.

At this point, they had completely forgotten how much they used to scorn mutants, or how hateful their words had once been.

Hearing all of this—seeing the thick crowd swarming beneath Stark Tower—Syd simply closed his eyes.

As if I'd help people like them.

He wasn't some magical wish-granting machine.

If he fulfilled every absurd request, then what—revive every dead human in history?

That would surely enrage not only Mephisto and the Lords of Hell, but even the angels of Heaven might descend to stop him—worse yet, he would certainly alert Death.

Besides, a universe without death... would be terrifying.

Death is what makes new life possible.

And when it came to Heaven—Syd narrowed his eyes.

He couldn't help but think of the God he was now emulating.

According to legend, Heaven was created by God.

Whether that was true or not, no one knew for sure.

Earth, Asgard, Jotunheim—they were all part of the Nine Realms.

But in ancient times, there had actually been Ten Realms. The tenth was Heaven.

Long ago, Heaven suffered a rebellion. The queen of the angels offended Odin. In his rage, Odin severed Heaven from the World Tree itself.

He cursed every angel with eternal banishment—casting them into the endless void.

Thinking of all this, Syd's eyes flickered with doubt.

In Marvel lore, "God" is a vague, undefined figure—and may not even reside in Heaven.

His power was also questionable.

By right, the head gods of every pantheon—Zeus, Odin, etc.—were supposed to be Skyfather-level beings.

But one thing was certain: Marvel doesn't have a true, omniscient, omnipotent "God."

Of this, Syd was absolutely sure.

Otherwise, Marvel's strongest entity wouldn't be the One Above All—it would be God.

He shook his head, thinking back to the divine role he was now emulating.

He was fairly certain he wasn't imitating Marvel's vague "God"...

But the true God—the omnipotent one.

While he pondered this, his closed eyes and aloof demeanor made the crowd go completely silent.

Not even Coulson or the others dared to interrupt him.

Even the whispered discussions began to fade.

Everyone was left wondering...

Why had the White-Clad Hero—this so-called Creator God—appeared here in the first place?

They weren't the only ones puzzled.

Hiding in secret, many aliens who had come to Earth to observe the rumored Creator God were just as confused.

But also thrilled.

The being they'd only heard of in legend... was right in front of them.

And just as Coulson, Spider-Man, and the world watched in confusion—

A new group entered the scene, and gasps rippled through the crowd.

Dressed in specialized suits, Captain America, Natasha, Tony... and others stepped out of the shadows.

The crowd erupted.

"It's the Avengers!"

Coulson, in his black suit, blinked in confusion. "Captain, what are you doing here?"

He wasn't the only one—other SHIELD agents wore the same expression of bewilderment.

They glanced at the uniforms the Avengers were wearing.

"Is this... some kind of new mission gear?"

Could this be an assignment from Director Fury?

Maybe that's why they'd come?

As ordinary people exclaimed in awe and agents puzzled over the situation...

Inside Stark Tower—and across SHIELD and other facilities—some people were reeling in shock.

...

Stark Tower.

Tony stood before the tall windows, watching the scene below with a face full of disbelief.

What was he seeing?

He saw... himself.

A man, identical to him, was standing among the Avengers who had just arrived.

Even JARVIS stuttered.

"Sir... I believe I'm seeing... another you?"

"What is going on?"

Via the security cameras, they had a perfect view of the other Tony Stark standing there in the crowd.

(End of Chapter)

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