Witnessing the impossible scene unfold before them, a deathly silence descended upon the dungeon. Every surviving thug stared in absolute, paralyzing shock.
"What... what is this?"
"Can a mutant really do something like this?!"
"He's a devil! An absolute demon!"
One of the thugs closest to the blast zone tremblingly wiped a splatter of gore off his face, snapped, and turned to sprint down the corridor, screaming in sheer terror.
Bang!
Before he could even take a few steps, his head snapped back, a bullet hole drilled perfectly through his skull.
The gang leader lowered his smoking handgun, roaring at his panicking subordinates.
"Shut the hell up! There is absolutely no way he can spam a move like that! Focus fire and drain his stamina! Jero, go get the rocket launcher! And don't you idiots forget—if we blow this trade, Kingpin will make sure none of us live to see tomorrow!"
The mere mention of the name "Kingpin" acted like a bucket of ice water. The terror of crossing the overlord of Hell's Kitchen temporarily eclipsed the fear of the white-haired demon standing before them. Gritting their teeth, the thugs raised their weapons and unleashed a relentless storm of lead.
Facing the torrential downpour of bullets, Su Mu didn't even bother to dodge.
The consumption rate of the Limitless technique was calculated purely by the duration it was active, not by the kinetic force or volume of the attacks it deflected.
Bathing in the crossfire as if it were nothing more than a gentle spring breeze, a cruel, diabolical smile crept onto Su Mu's face. He stepped forward.
Absorbed electricity was instantly converted into cursed energy, which the Six Eyes meticulously micromanaged down to the atomic level, flawlessly reinforcing his physical vessel. Gojo Satoru's vast reservoir of martial arts experience flooded his instincts.
Despite having never set foot on a real battlefield before, Su Mu felt zero anxiety or fear. If anything, the arrogant curve of his lips only grew more pronounced.
He pivoted, digging his back foot into the concrete.
Boom!
The solid earth cracked under his reinforced strength as he launched himself head-on into the dozens of armed thugs.
Fists, elbows, knees, kicks—under the unparalleled martial mastery of Gojo Satoru and the transcendental precision of the Six Eyes, every single movement became a lethally optimized killing stroke.
The thugs couldn't even track his shadow. The few stray bullets that miraculously found their way toward his body were effortlessly halted by the infinity of the Limitless.
He moved like a reaper through wheat. Thug after thug crumpled to the ground, permanently neutralized.
Finally, Su Mu strolled casually up to the gang leader. With an elegant, leisurely grace, he slipped both hands into his pockets as he approached.
Staring at the mutant before him, the gang leader's mind fractured under the weight of sheer, unadulterated terror. This man had violently shattered every preconceived notion he held about mutants.
How could a mutant possibly be this powerful?!
If mutants possessed this kind of god-like strength, why the hell were they hunted like street rats by the government?!
"I don't believe it! Your power has to have a flaw!" the leader roared in a desperate, pathetic attempt to shatter his own fear.
Right on cue, a subordinate sprinted back with an RPG, frantically shoving it into the leader's hands.
The heavy weight of the rocket launcher reignited a spark of hope in the boss's eyes. The crushing despair evaporated, replaced by a surge of adrenaline. He hoisted the launcher onto his shoulder, aiming it point-blank at the ground right before Su Mu's feet.
"Die, you freak!" he screamed savagely.
A blinding flash of ignition erupted from the tube. The warhead slammed into the concrete directly beneath Su Mu, detonating in a deafening, violent explosion of fire and shrapnel.
The gang leader trembled with adrenaline, bursting into hysterical laughter. "Die! Burn to ashes, you damn yellow monkey! Hahahaha—"
His laughter abruptly died.
The smoke began to clear. Calm, rhythmic footsteps echoed from within the dust cloud. Suddenly, a pale hand shot out from the smoke, clamping like a vice grip around the gang leader's throat, hoisting him clean off the ground.
"Ghk—"
Through the dissipating ash, the first thing the leader saw was the mesmerizing, bottomless glow of those crystalline azure eyes. Then, the striking white hair. And finally, the completely unscathed, transcendental figure clad in dirty, blood-stained rags.
Under the terrified gaze of the choking boss and his few surviving grunts, Su Mu flashed a chilling, predator's grin.
"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue."
The terrifying azure vortex rapidly materialized directly in Su Mu's hand. Amidst the gang leader's final, muffled shriek, the singularity instantly swallowed him whole. The localized black hole didn't stop there; it shot violently forward, carving a massive, gaping tunnel straight through the thick concrete walls of the underground dungeon.
His work complete, Su Mu didn't spare the remaining scum a single glance. Channeling cursed energy to reinforce his legs, he vanished from the spot, slipping out through the newly blasted exit, leaving behind only the crippled, moaning thugs and a room full of newly freed, utterly bewildered prisoners.
For nearly a minute after Su Mu's departure, the dungeon was dead silent. Then, a deafening, collective roar of absolute joy erupted as the innocent survivors flooded toward the gaping hole that led to their freedom.
Hours later, in a luxurious penthouse overlooking Hell's Kitchen, a glittering crystal chandelier illuminated the room.
A monstrously massive figure sat in an oversized armchair, his face obscured by the shadows. He stood well over two meters tall, his sheer width making him look less like a man and more like a mountain of pure muscle.
Standing before him, delivering a report, was a man clad in a dark, tactical bodysuit with a stark white target motif on his forehead.
"Bullseye," the hulking figure rumbled, his voice like grinding tectonic plates. "You're telling me the trade failed?"
An ordinary man would be shaking uncontrollably—perhaps even collapsing—in the presence of the Kingpin of Crime. But Bullseye remained perfectly stiff, his voice as cold and emotionless as a machine.
"That's correct. Almost every member of the extraction team is dead. In fact, most of their bodies are completely missing. Traces suggest a mutant was hidden among the cargo, and he is solely responsible."
The penthouse plunged back into an oppressive silence. A full minute passed before Kingpin finally opened his eyes, staring at his top assassin with hollow indifference.
"Can you kill him?"
Bullseye's lips twitched into a dangerous smirk. "As long as it's human, I can kill it."
"Then I expect to see his corpse within the week."
"As you wish."
Meanwhile, back in the subterranean ruins of the Hell's Kitchen dungeon.
A balding, friendly-looking man in a sharp suit descended the steps into the basement. Trailing behind him were several armed agents and the few gang members who had survived the slaughter.
However, upon stepping into the cell block, the friendly smile on Phil Coulson's face instantly dissolved. He surveyed the warped iron cages, the cratered concrete floors, and the impossibly massive, perfectly circular tunnel bored straight through the structural foundation.
He turned around, his brow furrowed in disbelief. "You're telling me... a single mutant did all of this?"
The survivors nodded vigorously. A young woman stepped forward, her eyes practically sparkling with admiration as she spoke to Coulson.
"Yes! He was an incredibly handsome gentleman. He had this unforgettable silver hair, eyes as deep and beautiful as a lake, and he carried himself with such elegant grace... despite having such terrifying power. He wasn't like those feral mutants on the news at all. He was a true gentleman!"
While Coulson recognized the heavy filter of a lovestruck teenager, he still managed to extract the core intelligence regarding this mysterious new entity.
He slowly walked up to the edge of the blasted wall, examining the smooth, atomized edges of the concrete. He muttered quietly to himself, "An azure, black hole-like vortex? An unknown, highly lethal mutant. Definitely a Level 3, maybe even a Level 4. And... Level 5 isn't entirely off the table."
Just then, a deep, commanding voice crackled to life in his earpiece.
"Agent Coulson. Sitrep."
Coulson tapped his earpiece. "Director Fury. We have an unregistered mutant on our hands. Extreme power levels. He could absolutely be a prime candidate for your Initiative."
"Understood. Track him down. Use whatever resources you need to bring him in and get him on our side."
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