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Meanwhile, Director Nick was equally stunned, unable to hide his unease.

At the Brotherhood of Mutants, Magneto's eyes burned with fervor.

The Messiah had once again displayed overwhelming strength. If he could join the Brotherhood, the entire human world would fall into their grasp, or at the very least, creating a nation exclusively for mutants would be a trivial task.

New York City

On the other side of the city, the black-clad youth Luan stared at the broadcast in awe.

"This is unbelievable," he murmured.

His desire grew more intense with each passing second.

"If I could have this kind of power—or better yet, surpass it…" Luan's voice trembled with excitement.

The dimensional demon god sharing his consciousness was just as taken aback.

"Mutants can grow this strong?"

Even as a dimensional demon god, it couldn't help but marvel at the Messiah's astonishing abilities.

No wonder the human boy was so desperate—this Messiah truly wielded incredible power.

Secret Military Base

General Field's face was etched with shock.

Beside him, Alessandro and Dr. Bolivar Trask, who had been sneering just moments ago, were frozen in disbelief, their expressions betraying a hint of fear.

"Is it just me, or has the Messiah grown even stronger?" Trask asked hesitantly.

Alessandro shook his head. "No, he's always been this strong. It must be your imagination."

The White House Grounds

The ruins of the White House lay in shambles.

SWAT officers and FBL agents stared at the scene, dumbfounded.

The deep, bottomless scar cutting through Washington chilled them to the bone.

Suddenly, a panicked voice crackled through a loudspeaker.

"Messiah, do you even realize what you've done?!"

When Syd raised his hand again, the Secret Service director hastily changed his tone.

"Messiah, what is it you want? We can negotiate!"

"Please stop this madness! Let's talk!"

Syd arched a brow at the plea but remained unmoved.

His gaze shifted to the cleaved White House, and he prepared to descend, intent on capturing some of the high-ranking officials and uncovering the military's hidden positions.

At that moment, a spatial disturbance emanated from the remains of the White House.

"What's this?"

The ripple felt familiar, and Syd quickly recalled where he had sensed it before—during the missile ambush in the Egyptian desert.

A realization dawned on him.

"It's that person with spatial abilities, evacuating people."

Without hesitation, Syd waved his hand, casting a Chaos Magic Barrier over the entire White House.

In an instant, the magic consumed the structure, reducing it to rubble before disintegrating it entirely into nothingness.

The whole process happened so fast that, to onlookers, it appeared as though Syd had merely waved his hand, causing the White House to vanish into thin air.

"???"

What replaced the grand building was a layer of ground tiles and a group of individuals standing amidst the ruins.

These individuals—clearly high-ranking officials—stood frozen in place, their disbelief written across their faces.

Among them was a young white man in his twenties, his hands glowing with spatial distortions. As he moved, one official after another disappeared.

The sudden collapse of the White House left them in shock.

"What… just happened?"

The young man, identified as Evan, looked around in confusion, trying to comprehend what had just occurred.

When their gaze shifted upward, they saw the Messiah slowly descending toward them.

"Quick, get us out of here!" an elderly man with graying hair barked.

Evan's expression twisted with urgency and frustration.

Teleporting objects was easy for him, even in large quantities and across great distances. But living beings were a different story. It required delicate precision, and rushing the process risked killing the fragile humans he was tasked with saving.

Despite his apprehension, Evan gritted his teeth and pushed himself to his limit.

Under countless watchful eyes, veins bulged on Evan's forehead, and blood poured from his nose as he screamed in exertion.

"Ahhh!"

In an instant, the space around him and the remaining officials began to distort.

Observers held their breath.

Could it be? Would the Messiah be thwarted this time?

Alessandro and his peers felt a fleeting moment of schadenfreude.

Above the Scene

Syd noticed Evan's actions and instinctively prepared to use Chaos Magic to stop him.

But as the spatial ripples intensified, Syd suddenly felt a peculiar sensation.

It was as if he could control the spatial distortion.

Following this intuition, Syd extended his right hand and smoothed out the space around Evan and the officials.

Immediately, the distortions dissipated.

Evan froze in place, his hands trembling.

"What happened to my powers?"

The spatial ripples had vanished entirely, leaving Evan staring at his hands in disbelief. His gaze shifted upward to the black-clad figure hovering above him.

"Messiah… was that you?" Evan stammered. "What did you do?"

The high-ranking officials also turned their attention to Syd, their eyes wide with shock and confusion.

Even Syd himself was momentarily taken aback.

"Did that actually work?"

The peculiar sensation lingered as Syd pondered his actions.

"This feeling… it must be related to the Level 5 Spatial Transfer."

Apparently, the ability had properties he hadn't yet fully understood or explored.

"Could I replicate what that mutant just did?" Syd mused, intrigued.

He dismissed the thought for now, his attention returning to the officials and Evan below.

Meanwhile, the SWAT officers, FBL agents, and onlookers—including Tony Stark and others watching from afar—finally snapped out of their stupor, realizing the magnitude of what had just transpired.

(End of Chapter)

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