Tiers Unveiled and Power Testing

In the Mutant hierarchy, mutant abilities are typically classified into five tiers.

Starting from the bottom, we have the Epsilon class. Legend has it that mutants in this category not only possess an unsightly, inhuman appearance but also lack any combat prowess. They're essentially considered the underachievers of the Mutant community.

Moving up, we encounter the second-level Delta class. This is where Jack's original variant ability, Rapid Self-healing, falls. Mutants at this level usually maintain their human appearance, providing them with an advantage. However, Delta-class abilities often lack substantial combat effectiveness, earning them a somewhat derogatory reputation.

Now, let's delve into the third tier – the Gamma level. Mutants at this stage boast formidable combat skills, marking a significant turning point. Unfortunately, Gamma-level abilities tend to come with peculiar flaws, be they related to the ability itself or the mutant's physical state. In essence, perfect abilities are a rarity at this level.

Beyond Gamma, we reach the fourth tier – the Beta level. Mutants in this class serve as the backbone of the Mutant group, constituting the main force. Their variant abilities are potent, and crucially, they undergo no visible changes in appearance, avoiding the monstrous stigma. The only drawback lies in imperfect control, a fundamental challenge that practice alone can't overcome.

Now, the pinnacle of the Mutant hierarchy – the fifth level, the Alpha level. Alphas are commonly considered the highest standard among Mutants. While very few may transcend and become Omega level, not all Alphas achieve this status. Alpha-level mutants, often dubbed Omega Reserves, exhibit flawless abilities in both appearance and functionality. Some even wield abilities of cosmic significance, hinting at their extraordinary potential to become Omega-level entities.

In the realm of Mutant classification, potential determines the upper limit of development. Usually, the level of potential corresponds to the development level. However, the Omega class defies this convention, capable of reaching [Super Level 5] or even [Level 6], with an almost nonexistent upper limit.

In the face of this limitless development potential, Omega-level mutants can break barriers beyond Level 5 or 6, allowing continuous advancement. Yet, despite the infinite nature of abilities, the limitations lie in the finite nature of individuals. Each person's threshold is elusive and varies significantly.

So, in the world of mutants, the potential for ability dictates the pinnacle of development, unless you're an Omega defying the rules and pushing the boundaries of what's deemed possible.

"Hey, where did Red Devil go?" Jack wondered aloud as he observed the system interface update. The memory of Oreo, the mischievous canine with teleportation powers, crossed his mind. Concern crept in – did the cheeky dog venture into some place he shouldn't have?

Meanwhile, in the furniture market, the ambiance echoed with occasional bangs. There, Oreo, with enchanting blue eyes, played a teleportation game of constant disappearing and reappearing, finding joy in the mundane act of biting furniture when not teleporting.

Jack was momentarily troubled and considered the challenges of locating a teleporting dog, but he ultimately convinced himself. ' Perhaps Oreo merely went out for a playful adventure.' With that, Jack set aside his worries, vanishing from the bedroom through teleportation.

In an instant, he reappeared at an altitude of 10,000 meters, exclaiming, "Wow!" Excitement surged through him as gravity took over, prompting a rapid descent. Mid-fall, he realized, "It's freezing; I forgot to cover up properly!" Swiftly, he vanished again – a result of a hundredfold strengthening.

This time, the changes were not limited to a mere disappearing act. Jack, now clad in warmer clothes, continued his teleportation escapades, landing on a pyramid. "Arrived in an instant, and time seemed to stand still," he exclaimed.

Jack reveled in the ability to traverse the world with a blink, ensuring his teleportations occurred in remote locations without modern surveillance. The thought of attracting S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention crossed his mind.

After playful jaunts, Jack found himself on a deserted overseas island, a pristine haven. Reflecting on his experiments, he concluded, "Ability usage seems to have no consistent depletion, and teleportation lacks the usual smoke and bangs." Pondering the teleportation distance, he gazed skyward but hesitated, mindful of potential complications in space.

"Now, let's test the last item," Jack mused, contemplating the weight limit for teleportation.

…

Jack took a deep breath, then squatted down, pressing one hand firmly onto the ground.

"Let's do this!"

The next moment—

His eyes widened as he pushed his Ability to its limit.

Then, with a resounding boom, two-thirds of the island vanished in an instant, leaving behind a scene reminiscent of a massive chunk bitten off from the middle. Gravel and soil tumbled down, reshaping the island's landscape.

Simultaneously, at an altitude of 10,000 meters, Jack appeared with two-thirds of the island in tow. A surprised exclamation escaped him.

"Did I just lift the entire island?"

Even Jack found himself astonished. Suddenly, he noticed the island plummeting wildly and was taken aback.

"No!"

Despite the ocean beneath, the fall of such a sizable landmass could bring about dire consequences.

In the blink of an eye—

Jack vanished, only to reappear as the falling island approached. Placing one hand on the island, he activated his Ability once more, disappearing into the sky with the entire landmass in tow.

At that exact moment—

While Jack indulged in island bungee jumping at a lofty 10,000 meters, thousands of kilometers away within a cloud layer, a massive sky aircraft carrier hovered discreetly.

Inside the carrier's main control room, Nick Fury swiftly entered upon receiving a message.

"Tell me, how bad is it?"

Fury, sporting only one eye, fixed his gaze on the woman before him.

Maria Hill replied, "Just a minute ago, a substantial object materialized at an altitude of 10,000 meters above the Atlantic Ocean, descending at an alarming speed."

"Meteorite?" Fury inquired.

Maria Hill shook her head, "No, it just appeared out of nowhere; our satellites in orbit did not detect any approaching meteorites."

"So, it's a supernatural event?" Fury's frown deepened.

Since the Chitauri invasion in 2012, the world has spiraled into chaos with various supernatural entities emerging—demons, monsters, ghosts, and serpentine spirits. Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., found himself tirelessly managing this unpredictable scenario despite his dual superpowers—S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Heavenly Sword.

His recent encounter with a super-ability criminal, who was whisked away by another super-powered individual, highlighted the uncontrolled nature of these extraordinary beings on Earth, much to Fury's frustration.

And now, another anomaly—what seemed like a "meteorite"—appeared out of thin air at 10,000 meters.

"Why does this madness happen every day?" Fury grumbled. "Can't these super-powered individuals ever take a break?"

"Sir, the target has disappeared!" An agent's loud exclamation drew Fury's attention.

Disappear?

Fury approached the screen, confirming that the target had indeed vanished.

"Immediately send someone to investigate the scene; I want to know the specifics!" Fury ordered.

Maria Hill nodded, activating her Bluetooth headset to relay the command.

In no time, two Quin Jets soared off the carrier deck, their blue flames streaking the sky as they raced toward the location of the peculiar incident.

…

At the same time, not only did S.H.I.E.L.D. pick up on the abnormal situation above the Atlantic Ocean, but even the U.S. military and superpowers like Russia and China also caught wind of the event.

The distinction lay in the fact that the incident occurred far from the territories of Russia and China, preventing any direct involvement or concern on their part. Out of sight, out of mind, as the saying goes – they merely kept an eye on subsequent developments.

The U.S. military reached out to S.H.I.E.L.D. through the White House, seeking first-hand information. However, even S.H.I.E.L.D. had limited knowledge of the situation. Meanwhile, Jack, the instigator, had already returned home by this point. Was he waiting to be apprehended?

In his bedroom, Jack, shedding his coat with excitement, contemplated the thrill of his extraordinary experience. As an ordinary person, such excitement was a rarity. The thought of teleporting an island with a volume of tens of thousands of cubic meters to a height just above sea level sent shivers down his spine – the consequences of a fall from 10,000 meters would have been catastrophic.

Even at a lower height, the island's impact on the sea created sizable waves that took a considerable time to settle. Jack, however, didn't linger to witness the aftermath. Anticipating that such a spectacle might attract the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. and other nations, he opted to slip away quietly.

Jack had no desire to expose himself to the watchful eyes of global forces so soon. Instead, he preferred to amass strength in the shadows. On the surface, he played the role of a wealthy second-generation individual, but in reality, he was the sole Mutant in the world – a thrilling realization.

"I wonder what mutant ability will surface tomorrow?" Jack pondered, his mind turning to Oreo, the Red Devil, who hadn't returned yet. A search proved fruitless, but it also revealed a group of inebriated "friends" sprawled across the living room.

"A party," Jack's eyes gleamed with mischief. Besides these cronies, he had a few more unique friends. How were they faring now? From what Jack knew, their lives in the future wouldn't be peaceful at all.

"Life is getting more and more interesting!" Jack smiled, brimming with anticipation for the adventures that lay ahead.