At that moment, Alex was on top of an extremely beautiful girl.
As someone with an absurdly powerful body, he also possessed equally absurd reflexes. Just before he could hit the ground—and her—he twisted his body mid-air, shifting his position and landing in something similar to a push-up stance, with Jean right beneath him.
Fortunately, she had already fainted from the shock.
Realizing the situation that was about to unfold, Alex quickly stood up and stepped back. The moment he did, he saw Kurt and Scott already in battle stances.
Scott, in particular, was clearly holding himself back from attacking. But as he had been taught, he analyzed whether the fight was worth it before striking blindly.
Even so, he subtly moved his hand, trying to activate his communicator and call for backup.
Alex noticed it instantly.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"Oh yeah? And why not?"
For a brief moment, Alex's mind raced. He needed to resolve this quickly—without creating unnecessary misunderstandings.
"I'm not your enemy. I was just here to build a few things and then leave without a trace. Sorry about your friend, but I really don't want to fight."
Scott froze.
For a second, confusion took over him.
On one hand, this guy was extremely suspicious—clearly hiding from them. That alone made him the most likely source of the strange energy affecting the city.
On the other hand…
The only person who could confirm anything was unconscious.
"And honestly… even if you tried, you wouldn't beat me anyway."
The moment those words left his mouth, Alex's eyes widened.
He immediately covered his mouth.
That… wasn't supposed to be said out loud.
"N-No, wait—that's not what I meant. I said it wrong—hold on!"
He tried to fix it.
He failed.
Badly.
Before he could recover, Scott's posture shifted—he was about to attack.
Alex reacted instantly.
In one swift movement, he grabbed Jean and pulled her close, using her as a hostage.
'Damn it… I'm supposed to be a hero, not some villain using women as a human shield!'
Even hating what he was doing, he couldn't deny the result.
It worked.
Scott stopped.
Kurt, who had been calling Ororo for backup, also froze the moment he saw Jean in Alex's grasp.
"Look, I didn't want this, okay? You forced me into it. I'm just going to leave quietly… and once I reach the front door, I'll be gone. No trouble. Got it?"
Step by step, Alex began to move.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Scott remained tense.
Not only was he unarmed—but one of his teammates was being held hostage.
Worse than that…
He couldn't use his power without hitting Jean.
For a moment—
Everything was working.
Alex was actually going to get away.
Until—
Jean woke up.
A faint groan escaped her lips as consciousness slowly returned.
Something felt… wrong.
She could see Scott and Kurt in front of her.
She could even sense their thoughts.
But—
Something was off.
Her body felt restrained.
Her neck…
She was being held from behind. Almost like someone holding a cat.
Yet—
The grip was light.
Almost gentle.
Still disoriented, Jean focused.
And then she realized something that made her blood run cold.
There was no psychic signature.
At all.
'…A robot?'
Her eyes sharpened.
Scott and Kurt were clearly tense.
Worried.
That was enough for her to understand.
She was being used as a human shield.
In an instant, Jean reacted.
With a sudden burst of telekinesis, she forced her body free and dashed back toward Scott and Kurt, immediately taking a battle stance.
But the moment she turned—
She dropped to her knees.
Her body froze.
"W-What…?"
It wasn't a robot.
It was a giant.
Over two meters tall.
But that wasn't what broke her.
The moment her eyes met his—
She didn't just see him.
She saw it.
An aura.
That same strange energy.
Denser than anything she had ever witnessed in her entire life.
So dense…
That her vision distorted.
Something… was forming behind Alex.
Something massive.
Something ancient.
Something—
Terrifying.
"The four-eyed monster…!"
The words slipped from her lips without control.
And for the first time—
Alex froze.
How does she know about my eyes?
But there was no time to think.
Suddenly, every hair on Alex's body stood on end, his instincts screaming as his gaze snapped toward Scott—just in time to see him starting to remove his visor.
In that exact moment, Alex understood.
Without hesitation, he threw himself to the side, launching a slash with the absolute minimum amount of energy possible.
Everything happened in an instant. Before Scott could even fire, the giant had already moved—and then a diagonal cut appeared across Scott's chest. Blood followed, but not enough to be fatal.
"SCOTT!"
Jean reacted immediately, her power surging forward as she grabbed Alex and threw him away.
But something flashed inside his mind.
Mid-air, his body twisted unnaturally, allowing him to land with absurd ease, as if gravity barely affected him. For a brief moment, he forgot he was supposed to run.
Instead—
He moved forward.
Fast. Aggressive. Ferocious.
Aiming straight for Jean.
But Kurt appeared behind him out of nowhere and swung a metal pipe straight into his ribs.
The hit landed—but not where expected.
Instead of his torso, it struck one of the hidden arms beneath his coat.
Alex barely felt it.
He turned instantly and launched a powerful kick.
Kurt vanished—teleporting at the last possible second.
Scott, forcing himself to recover, fired a red beam toward Alex.
Alex tried to move—
But couldn't.
His feet wouldn't respond, as if something was holding him in place.
His eyes shifted toward Jean.
Blood ran from her nose as she focused intensely, using everything she had to restrain him.
There was no escape.
The beam hit directly.
The impact sent Alex flying backward into a wall, which shattered on contact.
For a moment—
Silence.
Believing it was over, Scott tried to step forward.
But his body suddenly stopped.
Then came the pain.
Hundreds of cuts spread across his body all at once.
Blood burst out instantly.
His strength vanished.
His legs gave out, dropping him to one knee as his body became drenched in his own blood.
Kurt rushed to his side, catching him before he could collapse.
Jean stood frozen.
Fear growing inside her.
She recognized it—that pattern, that presence.
That monster…
It was the same one from her dream.
The one that had torn her apart.
Her breathing became unstable as she tried to enter his mind—
But the moment she did, she was instantly repelled.
That energy was too violent.
Too overwhelming.
Even holding him in place was already pushing her to her limits.
"Jean… hey, Jean! Are you okay?!"
Kurt's voice cut through her thoughts.
She nodded weakly and forced herself to stand, trying to move toward Scott.
'It's over… it's fine now… Scott killed the monster…'
She tried to believe it.
Then—
"HA-HA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
A hysterical laugh echoed through the entire building.
All of them froze.
The sound came from the rubble.
Slowly, Alex stood up, debris falling from his body, his expression twisted with excitement.
'Damn… my whole body hurts from that blast… but why doesn't it feel that bad?'
He looked down at his chest.
A massive black burn mark.
Already healing.
Almost visibly.
'This is… fun.'
"Damn… I feel so ALIVE!"
Excitement surged through him as he began walking toward them.
The three froze at the sight of him still standing.
Tension filled the air as they prepared for battle, each taking their stance.
Alex watched them—
And instinctively mirrored them.
One hand relaxed in front.
The other pulled back near his waist.
A natural fighting stance.
Then—
"JEAN! SCOTT! ARE YOU THERE?!"
Ororo's voice echoed from above.
That was enough.
Alex blinked.
Reality snapped back into place.
Wait…
I'm supposed to be running.
Not fighting.
Acting quickly, he raised his hand and launched four precise slashes at the ceiling, cutting a perfect square.
He stepped back just as the section collapsed, blocking the path.
"Sorry about this fight… I got a little carried away. I hope we never have to fight again… and that you can forget what happened here today."
A brief pause.
"Goodbye."
Without waiting, Alex jumped to the upper floor and immediately started running back home.
Moments later, Ororo rushed down the stairs and froze at the scene—Scott in terrible condition, covered in blood, Jean with a nosebleed, and Kurt, the only one still relatively fine, struggling to keep Scott standing despite the countless cuts covering his body, none of them deep enough to be fatal.
"My God… what happened here?"
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Alex ran with all his strength toward home, only to realize halfway there that he was still wearing his hero outfit—which, honestly, still looked terrible.
'When I get home… I really need to learn how to sew something better than this.'
Looking around, Alex spotted a dark alley just a few meters away. Without thinking twice, he turned and stepped into it, planning to change before heading home.
But the moment he entered—
Before he could do anything—
He heard a scream coming from deeper inside.
"SOMEONE HELP!"
Alex froze.
Slowly, he looked further into the darkness.
Even with the lack of light—
He could see clearly.
Three men.
Surrounding a woman.
One of them had a gun pointed at her.
"Shut up. It'll be quick… you might even enjoy it."
For a split second—
Alex stopped.
And then—
He understood.
He didn't think.
Didn't hesitate.
He moved.
In an instant, he rushed forward at full speed and threw a punch with everything he had straight into the armed man's face.
There was no resistance.
The man's head exploded from the sheer force.
Blood scattered.
Silence followed.
"Fuck it… I know heroes don't kill. But this time… I'm making an exception."
The moment Alex understood what they were about to do, the only thing that came to his mind—
Was his mother.
His sister.
He couldn't hold back.
The two men beside the one who had just died tried to react—
But they were too slow.
Alex grabbed both of them by the face and lifted them off the ground with ease.
"I hope this hurts… a lot."
A brief pause.
"Clivar."
The moment he said it—
They started screaming.
Nonstop.
Their entire bodies trembled violently.
And yet—
There wasn't a single visible cut on them.
Alex stared at them for a second.
Then turned his gaze toward the woman, still curled up in the corner, shaking.
He said nothing.
Quietly, he took off his coat and placed it over her—making sure she wouldn't see his face.
Then, without another word, he changed back into his normal clothes.
"At least I got here before they could do anything… yeah… justice really is slow."
He muttered the last part more to himself than anyone else. For a moment, he questioned how people like that could still be out there—but in the end, he convinced himself that even if justice was slow, it still did its job.
Not long after, Alex continued on his way home.
When he arrived at the building where he lived with his family, the usual sight greeted him. The place was poor, located in a dangerous area—but it was the only place his mother could afford.
So he never complained.
He knew how hard things were for her.
As he climbed the stairs, Alex ignored everyone around him. No one in the building liked him—because of his appearance, and because he was a mutant.
When he reached his floor—
He froze.
There was a police officer standing in front of his door, back turned to him.
For a moment, panic hit.
Alex instinctively tried to step back—
But accidentally knocked over a plant pot near the stairs.
The noise echoed.
"Damn it…"
The officer turned.
"Ah, Alex. I was actually looking for you, kid—how did you—"
It was George.
But the moment he got a clear look at Alex—
At the tattoos—
His expression changed.
The friendly smile disappeared.
Replaced by something much more serious.
He started walking toward Alex.
And with every step—
Alex grew more nervous.
Had he been discovered?
"YOU BRAT! WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE TATTOOS?!"
Despite being smaller, George punched Alex in the shoulder as he scolded him.
"DAMN IT, KID! IF THOSE TATTOOS ARE GANG-RELATED, I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!"
"A-Ah, no, George! This is something I only recently found out about. It looks like I was born with them… they just disappeared and came back now."
Normally, George would have called that a lie.
But this was Alex.
And George wasn't stupid enough to think he'd make something like that up.
So he believed him.
Slowly, he relaxed.
"Oh—right. Actually… I need your help, Alex."
His tone changed.
More serious.
More tense.
"Recently, I got involved in something pretty bad. I arrested the leader of a dangerous criminal group… and now they've been threatening me. I asked the station for help, but all they gave me was an escort… and basically told me to choose between protecting my wife… or my daughter."
George fell silent for a moment.
His expression tightened.
Then he continued.
"So… Alex… I wanted to ask you something."
A pause.
"Would it be okay if Gwen stayed with you for a while? Just until I can sort this mess out."
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Hey guys, I'm really happy. My day off—which is Monday—just ended, and I managed to do a lot of cool stuff. I also finished this chapter right before going to sleep, and honestly, I'm really liking the direction I'm taking.
There's also something I want to say… I might make a small harem.
Please don't throw rocks at me
I promise I won't do it like those other stories that just keep throwing love interests one after another without any real meaning. I'm still deciding if I'm actually going to do it, but it's likely. Even so, I promise I'll try my best to make it make sense.
So, same as always—if you liked it, send me some power stones or rate the fic, because that really helps your dear author and the story itself.
Also, if you have any constructive criticism, I'd love to read it. I really enjoy reading your comments—it always gives my self-esteem a boost.
Good night.