"Mutant abilities can generally be categorized into six types: energy, enhancement, transformation, psychic, spatial, and control. Most mutants possess only one ability, but there are rare cases where individuals exhibit multiple powers.
Take your teacher, Logan, for example. He has both the rapid healing factor of the enhancement category and the retractable bone claws of the transformation category.
Beyond classification, mutants are also ranked by power level.
Epsilon-Level Mutants
"Epsilon-level mutants have mutations that provide little to no functional advantage. These can be purely cosmetic, like unusual skin tones or extra digits, or mild sensory enhancements. They do not have offensive or defensive capabilities, making them the least powerful class."
Delta-Level Mutants
"Mutants in the Delta category have useful but limited abilities. These might include heightened senses, minor telekinesis, or the ability to emit small amounts of energy. While these powers can be helpful, they are not game-changers in combat."
Gamma-Level Mutants
"Gamma-level mutants possess more significant abilities that can be applied effectively in battle or daily life.
These could include enhanced strength, moderate telekinesis, or elemental control that requires effort and concentration to maintain. While powerful, they often come with drawbacks or limitations."
Beta-Level Mutants
"Beta mutants have advanced abilities that set them apart. Their powers are consistent and reliable, with fewer limitations than Gamma-level mutants. A Beta might have powerful energy projection, strong telepathic abilities, or flight.
However, their mutations are still within controllable limits and usually do not pose a threat to the mutant's own survival."
Alpha-Level Mutants
"Alpha mutants are among the most powerful. Their abilities are refined, highly adaptable, and under their full control. They can manipulate the environment, heal rapidly, or have near-invincible physical attributes.
Omega-Level Mutants
Storm's expression turns serious as she gestures toward the final classification.
"Now, Omega-level mutants… These are the rarest and most dangerous. An Omega mutant has no known upper limit to their abilities.
They can reshape landscapes, bend time, or manipulate matter on a fundamental level. Their power is so vast that even they may struggle to control..."
Storm stood at the blackboard, conducting the lesson with her usual composed demeanor.
After a chaotic few weeks, the teachers had finally shifted their focus back to their primary roles: guiding and educating young mutants.
The curriculum at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters differed from that of normal schools. Mornings were dedicated to theoretical knowledge, often mundane but necessary.
Afternoons, however, were far more engaging—practical training sessions where students learned to refine and control their mutant abilities.
Sometimes, instructors would let students explore their powers freely while keeping a watchful eye to prevent accidents and provide guidance when needed.
Classes ran five days a week, and unlike regular schools, there were no mandatory morning or evening study sessions.
Campus life was fairly relaxed, though the one downside was the restriction on leaving school grounds freely. After all, many of the students had unique abilities that made them targets.
In the past few days, Ethan hadn't seen Logan. He must have left, likely searching for his lost past.
Ethan felt a pang of disappointment; he had hoped Logan would help him sharpen his combat skills.
After all, his mutant ability is no joke, but in terms of combat experience? He's too green. Considering which world he's in, its important to be prepared.
Logan, with over a century of battle experience, was the perfect teacher—strong, relentless, and resilient. And more importantly, he could take a beating without worrying about permanent injury.
That was exactly the kind of sparring partner Ethan needed.
Scott, on the other hand, wouldn't be an option. Unlike Logan, Cyclops wouldn't appreciate being injured during training.
After a full day of lessons, Ethan and his dormmates, Bobby and John, returned to their room after dinner. It didn't take long for a conflict to arise.
John wanted the TV for gaming, while Bobby had just acquired a copy of Batman v Superman and was eager to watch it.
A long-time Batman fan, Bobby was adamant about his choice.
John, however, scoffed at the idea. "You're a mutant, Bobby. How can you idolize a fictional, powerless guy in a bat suit? It's embarrassing."
"Bitch please, Batman could defeat you with a 5 minute prep-time."
The argument escalated quickly, both of them raising their voices, seemingly ready to come to blows over the remote.
But before either could make a move, the TV screen flickered and switched channels on its own.
"What the hell?" John frowned.
"Looks like an emergency broadcast." Ethan leaned in, watching the screen intently.
A female reporter appeared on the screen, standing in the middle of a chaotic scene.
"This is an urgent news report. Just half an hour ago, a monstrous figure appeared in the streets of New York, causing widespread destruction. As you can see—" The camera panned to reveal a massive, three-meter-tall bald figure with sickly yellow skin rampaging through the city.
Cars were strewn across the road, some overturned, others crushed under the creature's weight. It grabbed vehicles like toys, hurling them aside with terrifying ease, pounding its chest in a primal display of dominance.
The police had arrived, their gunfire echoing through the streets. But their bullets had no effect.
The creature barely noticed them before striking back, eliminating the officers in an instant.
Minutes later, military reinforcements arrived—two armed helicopters circling above while ground forces set up with heavy artillery.
Gatling guns and howitzers opened fire, yet nothing seemed to harm the beast. If anything, the attacks only enraged it further.
"My God… what kind of monster is this? Who can stop it?" The reporter's voice trembled.
As if answering her question, a dark figure plummeted from one of the helicopters, crashing into the asphalt with a deafening thud.
Dust and debris scattered in all directions.
The startled reporter stumbled back, struggling to regain her composure. As she hesitated, a massive green hand emerged from the crater.
A towering figure pulled itself out, shaking its head as if clearing its thoughts.
The camera trembled—whether from the operator's fear or the sheer presence of the creature was unclear.
"H-Hulk…" The reporter barely managed to whisper.
The green behemoth turned toward the camera, his eyes glowing with raw power, then let out an earth-shattering roar before charging toward the yellow-skinned giant.
"What an Abomination!"
The monster, Abomination, turned his attention away from the military and locked onto his rival. With a guttural growl, he lunged forward.
The two titans clashed, fists colliding with thunderous force, each punch shaking the very ground beneath them.
They grappled, slammed, and hurled each other into buildings, reducing entire city blocks to rubble.
Their battle was not just a fight—it was a demolition project on a catastrophic scale. New York's skyline was changing in real-time, courtesy of their relentless blows.
Ethan's heart dropped.
"Harlem… Manhattan…" he whispered. His hands clenched into fists as dread coursed through him. That was where Howard Welfare Institute was located.
Boom!
The bedroom window burst open as Ethan shoved it aside. Before John and Bobby could even process what was happening, Ethan had already leaped out from the third-floor window.
"Dude, are you insane?!" John shouted, rushing to the window with Bobby right behind him.
They expected to see Ethan sprawled out on the ground, but instead, he was already gone—vanishing into the night like a speeding bullet.
Bobby's eyes widened. "Did he just... run off?"
John let out a low whistle. "That guy's got some serious nerve."
Ethan didn't waste time contacting Professor X or waiting for Cyclops to fire up the Blackbird. He didn't need it. When it came to sheer speed, no jet on Earth could compare to him.
Every force he encountered—the friction of the air, the resistance trying to slow him down—was instantly converted into propulsion. It was as if physics itself bent to his will, accelerating him beyond human limits.
With no drag holding him back, Ethan tore through the city streets, his velocity pushing past the sound barrier in mere moments. If he had enough time, enough distance, there was no telling how fast he could go. Maybe even close to the speed of light. But that kind of acceleration required time—something he didn't have.
His jaw tightened as he pushed forward, the city blurring around him. "Hold on, Ms. Emma… Katie… you guys better be okay."
With each step, the wind howled around him, buildings flashing by in streaks of neon and concrete.