Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 143:



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S.H.I.E.L.D.

"You're finally back."

Seeing Captain Marvel walk in, Nick Fury secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Because of the Messiah, he had activated the pager to call Captain Marvel some time ago.

He had feared she might be delayed or take a long time to get back, but fortunately, none of that happened. Her speed in returning from space was still quite impressive.

Carol Danvers scanned him with a glance.

"Fury, this isn't like you. What could have made you so nervous?"

She was very surprised, not knowing what could make Fury show such a relieved expression. "And what are you watching?"

Her gaze shifted to the laptop that was continuously emitting sound, her curiosity piqued.

Nick sighed. "I can't help but be nervous. What I need to tell you is related to what you're about to see. Take a look."

With that, he pushed the black laptop towards her, indicating she should watch.

Carol looked at him curiously before focusing on the video.

The footage showed Apocalypse destroying a city and his battle with Syd. Both displayed incredible abilities, but it was the scenes of the glowing young man that particularly astonished her.

After watching it all, she asked seriously, "Who are these two, with such astonishing power?"

"Are there really people this strong on Earth?" she wondered aloud.

Nick pointed to the blue-skinned Apocalypse in the video. "This one is called Apocalypse, but he's dead now. You don't need to worry about him. It's this other one you need to focus on." He pointed to Syd in the video.

"This young man is an Omega mutant..."

Nick then briefly explained Omega mutants and other related matters to her.

The more Carol listened, the more shocked she became. How could such a terrifying individual have emerged on Earth in the short time she was away?

Seeing she understood the situation, Nick couldn't help but ask, "So, do you think you can handle him?"

"I'm not sure..." Carol pondered.

Although she said she wasn't sure, her tone did not reveal any fear, indicating she was not particularly worried.

...

While Captain Marvel and Nick Fury were discussing, Syd was flying at supersonic speed back to the US from Egypt, glancing at his status panel with a frown.

His eyes landed on his remaining lifespan.

[Age: 16 (Remaining lifespan: 81 days)]

"What happened? Why has my lifespan decreased?"

Syd was filled with confusion.

Logically, with the upgrade of his floating and flying abilities, the increase in his internal energy should mean his remaining lifespan would be at least two to three hundred days. How could it be only eighty-one?

Instinctively, he used his mental powers to scan his body.

With his senses extending inward, he detected some abnormal areas within himself.

These areas glowed red, indicating danger and energy anomalies.

These spots were likely where cancer cells resided, scattered throughout his body...

In his mental scan, Syd noticed the cancer cells had undergone some changes, with a strange, eerie aura surrounding them.

Delving deeper, he even heard some bizarre whispers.

In an instant, his expression changed. He immediately withdrew his senses, his face growing more serious.

Sensing these anomalies, Syd remembered something.

"No wonder the cancer never healed..." he muttered to himself.

He recalled that in Marvel, cancer was particularly special. Many heroes had suffered from it, and some had even died from it. Cancer was a cosmic-level illness, extremely difficult to cure. The reason for cancer's resilience seemed to be connected to the Old Gods, the Elders of the

Old Days.

Syd pondered deeply.

"If I remember correctly, the Old Gods exist in Marvel. Even the Ancient One's true fate wasn't simply falling off a building but being killed by the Elder God Shuma-Gorath."

That would be a true end for the Ancient One, not just a trivial accident.

And if an entity capable of killing the Ancient One existed, it was undoubtedly terrifying.

Syd recalled that Shuma-Gorath had once dominated Earth during the Jurassic era.

In modern times, not only did it cause the death of the Ancient One, but Doctor Strange's demise was also related to it.

Its creations had brought crises to the X-Men and fought multiple superheroes, including the

Avengers.

"In Doctor Strange 2, there seemed to be an appearance of a similar entity, a giant eye and tentacles creature..."

"It only threw cars around and was eventually killed by Doctor Strange."

Of course, that must have been just an extension of Shuma-Gorath's power. As a Chaos Lord,

it was far stronger than Dormammu and couldn't be that weak.

Cancer, being linked to these Old Gods, was influenced by their power.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Syd strongly suspected that the changes in his cancer were related to these Old Gods.

Perhaps his unique constitution attracted the attention of an old God from some dimension, causing the malignant transformation.

Feeling his body gradually displaying abnormalities due to the cancer cells, Syd's expression

turned grim.

He even sensed the entity's intention to invade the real world through him...

"Marvel has all kinds of crazy stuff..."

Syd nearly cursed aloud.

He even recalled that in a parallel universe, there was a connection to the DC Universe, with

channels between them. It was absurd.

He didn't know what to criticize anymore.

And now he was suffering because of this.

With a cold smile, Syd muttered, "Influence me, huh? Let's see if you can outpace my rate of

improvement!"

He refused to believe that this entity's influence could surpass his growth rate.

With that resolved, Syd focused on flying.

Soon, he returned to his original city, skillfully avoiding the monitoring satellites overhead.

Time passed quickly, and a few hours later, night fell.

The sky was dark, with few stars visible, and the occasional chirping of insects could be heard

from the bushes.

Syd walked along the dimly lit, empty street, feeling the silence around him.

Whether it was too late, around midnight, or because the area was remote, he didn't see a

single person.

Under a dim streetlight, there was a row of benches. Syd slowly walked over and sat down.