Starting as a Class Five Mutant

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Time flew by, and five days passed quickly.

During these five days, Jean's condition became increasingly unstable due to her second personality, causing headaches for Professor X and the others.

Eventually, they let their guard down for a moment, and Jean ran away from the X-Mansion, her whereabouts unknown.

At night, while the X-Men were searching for Jean, the D'Bari aliens gathered together.

The D'Bari disguised as Margaret slowly got out of a black car and walked towards a tall, black man dressed in black.

Beside the tall black man was a group of people, all D'Bari as well.

"Is this all that's left of the D'Bari Empire?" Margaret scanned the area, looking at her disguised companions.

As she approached, the tall black man addressed her by her real name, "Hello, Vuk. Have you mastered the language of the Earthlings?"

"A piece of cake," Margaret replied nonchalantly.

She asked, "What have you discovered?"

The black man thought for a moment and said, "That power is contained within one of them.'

"An Earthling?" Margaret was surprised, finding it hard to believe that such a power would choose a weak human.

The black man explained, "She's quite powerful. She's a mutant."

Hearing this, Margaret became thoughtful.

She had noticed that there were so-called mutants on this planet, but none seemed very strong, at least not compared to her.

The black man continued, saying that the human wasn't aware of the power within her. Margaret's mood brightened, "I can use that."

"If we can control this power, we can revive our people, rebuild our civilization, and..." She glanced around, whispering, "Rule here!"

Margaret asked, "Where is she?"

Inside a bar.

Jean sat on a chair, drinking. To others, she appeared as an old man because she had twisted their minds with her psychic powers.

At that moment, a platinum blonde woman walked into the bar, slowly approaching Jean. Sitting on the chair next to Jean, Margaret said softly, "Hello, Jean."

Jean stopped drinking and looked at her, instinctively trying to use her psychic powers. Margaret calmly said, "You can't control my mind. I'm not like them."

She ordered a drink from the bartender.

"How did you find me?" Jean asked.

"I have connections in the government."

"Who are you?"

Margaret turned to her, "You should be asking, who are you?"

"Are you the frightened little girl who follows that man in the wheelchair, or the most unique and powerful being on this planet?"

She gazed admiringly at Jean.

"Are you afraid of your power?"

"Do you fear it will breed evil? That it will make you lose control?"

She smiled, "Maybe that's your true nature. Stop suppressing yourself, Jean!"

"You've been taught to be obedient, but those teachings are from ancient times, created by men with limited minds."

"They can't understand someone as powerful as you. Neither can your X-Men teammates." Jean was taken aback.

An hour later, Jean followed Margaret to a luxurious residence.

As soon as they entered, Jean saw four people waiting inside, seemingly unafraid of her.

"Do they know who I am?"

"They're not afraid of me?"

Jean asked.

Margaret laughed, saying as she walked upstairs, "You're the only one here who fears your powers."

Jean followed Margaret upstairs.

Once they were up, the tall black man said in a deep voice, "Gather the others. If she can't

control it, we'll destroy her."

Margaret led Jean into a room.

Looking at the ordinary room, Jean asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

"To show you something."

Margaret raised her hand, and the surroundings quickly transformed into the beautiful scenery of the cosmic sky.

Margaret explained slowly, "Do you remember what happened not long ago?"

"The power that entered you is a special force, and it wasn't by accident. It was attracted to you."

"What is it?" Jean was confused.

"A pure cosmic energy."

She turned to the glowing red energy, saying, "We saw this power enter you. We were

following it and saw it happen, Jean."

"Why were you looking for it?"

Margaret sighed, "Because it's the spark of life in the universe."

"This flame destroyed our planet. We've been chasing it, trying to control it, but everywhere

it goes, it brings destruction, until..."

In the projected scene, the red energy appeared and quickly destroyed a beautiful planet,

which was the D'Bari homeworld.

Margaret paused, then looked at Jean, "Until it found you."

"Why?" Jean was still confused about why the energy sought her.

Margaret stared at her seriously, "Because you don't know how strong you are. You are the

most unique being on this planet."

"You are exceptionally gifted, unparalleled, Jean," she said, her voice full of admiration.

The projection faded, and the room returned to normal.

Margaret continued, "No one on this planet can compare to you, and in the face of the

unknown, they fear you."

"When they fear something..."

"They try to destroy it?" Jean finished her sentence.

...

While Jean and Margaret talked, far away, Wolverine and others were gathering information.

"That Irina from a few days ago was suspicious!" Otto said.

Chris, Wolverine, and the others nodded.

They were shocked by what they had learned.

According to their information, Syd not only survived but also wiped out hundreds of soldiers

and a powerful mutant.

"That kid is a monster, right?"

Wolverine and the others found it hard to believe.

They couldn't imagine what kind of power it took to achieve such a feat.

Is he really a mutant?

So powerful?

While they were in shock, others also received the news.

The information spread quickly on the internet, causing a sensation.

"Hundreds of soldiers attacked, and they all died?"

"How was that possible? Are you kidding?"

"Is that mutant kid even human?"

By the next morning, the news was everywhere, even on television.

In a luxurious living room, the tall black man was watching TV and saw the news.

"Who is he?"

Margaret, passing by with Jean, glanced at the TV and asked.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

(End of this chapter)