MTLNOVEL Chapter 221: He Was the World’s First Mutant!
Of course.
Even for someone like Bolivar Trask, a world-renowned weapons expert, developing weapons that could truly counter mutants was no easy task.
In the original timeline, Trask's research had been stagnant for a long time—until the turning point arrived when Mystique attempted to assassinate him, failed, and was captured.
Though Trask died, other scientists continued his work, using Mystique's DNA as the foundation to successfully create the Sentinels.
And thus, the nightmare of mutants was born.
For decades afterward, the Sentinels nearly drove mutants to extinction, forcing a future version of Professor X and Magneto to unite and send Wolverine back in time to alter history.
That was the original timeline.
But this predetermined course of events had already been derailed by Alex's arrival.
For one thing, Mystique would never again fall into the hands of those scientists.
Even so.
Alex had no intention of letting Trask off the hook.
"Emma, aside from Trask, I want you to find everyone else—anyone secretly developing weapons to use against mutants," Alex said firmly.
He wasn't just targeting Trask. Anyone involved in similar research had to be dealt with.
"And once we find them, Alex? What then?" Emma raised an eyebrow, studying him.
"Eliminate them, of course," Alex replied without hesitation. "Emma, Vanessa, this task falls to you. If you need additional manpower, coordinate it yourselves."
"But Trask—he's mine."
This decision surprised the other mutants present.
"Alex, are you overestimating Trask? Emma and I can handle him easily!" Copycat interjected.
"This man is special. I'll deal with him personally," Alex insisted.
Given the catastrophic impact of the Sentinels in the future, he wasn't taking any chances.
Handling Trask himself was the only way to be sure.
"If Alex is taking care of it personally, Trask can die with his eyes closed," Emma quipped before relaying Trask's exact location.
"I'll be back soon!"
BAM!
Before the words had fully left his mouth, Alex was already gone.
A minute later, he reappeared.
Though the time was short, he had accomplished a lot.
Trask was dead, naturally.
But Alex hadn't stopped there—every researcher in the secret facility had been wiped out.
And before leaving, he had set the entire base ablaze.
Trask's research had been eradicated at its roots, leaving nothing behind.
"Let's see if the Sentinels can still be born now," Alex thought, dusting off his hands.
"Well, since Alex has set such a high standard, Vanessa, we can't afford to slack off either," Emma said, turning to Copycat before striding out.
With Alex leading the charge, it was time to ruthlessly purge the other secret research facilities.
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Albany, New York
In the tranquil garden of an unassuming estate stood a man who, though not physically imposing, exuded an aura of quiet dominance.
His striking black-and-red hair was impossible to miss, and he wore a long red coat—the kind typically reserved for superheroes or supervillains.
But most striking of all was the red square-shaped mark on his forehead, an unforgettable feature.
Had Alex been present, he wouldn't have recognized this man—but they had crossed paths before.
This was the same individual who had mentally manipulated Hawkeye and killed him right in front of Alex.
"Sir, the war with the Decepticons is over. Megatron and the remaining forces have gone into hiding, too afraid to show themselves."
"It was the mutants who won this war."
A sharply dressed man—clearly no ordinary subordinate—stood beside him, delivering the report with deference.
Notably, he referred to the invaders as "Decepticons"—a term even the government hadn't officially adopted.
"To end it so quickly… I must admit, that's unexpected," the red-haired man mused, a hint of surprise in his voice.
"In my long experience, mutants have generally been disappointing—with one exception. Now, at last, a few promising ones have emerged."
"The victory was primarily due to Alex's efforts," the subordinate added.
"Without him, Erik and the others would never have prevailed."
"Alex."
The red-haired man repeated the name softly before nodding.
"To single-handedly annihilate one hundred and thirty-five Decepticons with such overwhelming force… Even I cannot ignore such a feat."
"Sir… perhaps he is the answer you've been searching for," the subordinate ventured carefully.
"Alex's current display of power is indeed impressive—perhaps the most remarkable mutant I've seen in centuries. But against him? It's nowhere near enough."
The red-haired man shook his head.
"Sir… is he truly that powerful?" The subordinate couldn't hide his disbelief.
From his perspective, Alex was the strongest mutant he had ever witnessed—a force of nature in every regard.
(Of course, he had never seen his master fight in person, so this ranking excluded him by default.)
Yet even Alex was deemed insufficient?
"Do you think I've spent all these years scheming for no reason?" The red-haired man sighed.
"After all… he was the world's first mutant."
"Then what should we do next, sir?"
The subordinate waited respectfully for instructions.
"No need to rush. Let's see just how much this Alex is truly capable of."
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