Sebastian tilted his head, a sly grin spreading as he met Stryker’s glare.

“Who told you I’m a mutant? I’ve never been one—just a normal human, as you say. But my abilities? Ever heard of magic? This world’s brimming with it.”

His words hung in the air, and before Stryker could react, a hand clamped onto the colonel’s shoulder. Gasps echoed through the sterile chamber as every soldier gaped at Sebastian—now standing behind Stryker, his grip firm, his eyes alight with triumph. The Sebastian before them, collared and shackled, shimmered like a mirage, dissolving into foam and ripples. The collar and chains clattered to the floor, useless.

“You’re not affected!” Stryker said, shock twisting his features.

“Oh, I was,” Sebastian replied, voice dripping with mockery. “But a doppelgänger and a flick of magic sorted that out. I told you—I’m no mutant, just a wizard. Pity you didn’t listen.”

Stryker’s eyes flicked to his soldiers, a silent command. He whirled, dagger flashing from his belt, aimed at Sebastian’s throat. The soldiers raised their rifles, triggers half-pulled, but Sebastian was faster. His wand flicked, and a crimson burst erupted—Petrificus Totalus.

The room froze. Soldiers and Stryker stood petrified, statues in mid-motion, their faces locked in fury and fear. The air hummed with the spell’s lingering power, the acrid tang of metal sharp in the silence.

Sebastian stepped closer to Stryker, his wand steady, eyes cold. Wasting no time, he murmured, “Legilimens.” Green tendrils of light snaked from his wand, burrowing into Stryker’s eyes, ears, and mind, tearing through his memories with surgical precision. Stryker’s body twitched, a broken puppet—tears, snot, and saliva streaming as his psyche unraveled.

Sebastian’s wrist turned, guiding the spell, sifting through Stryker’s memories. His lips curved as he found what he sought, a gleam of satisfaction breaking his focus. Without a glance at the colonel—now a drooling, hollow wreck slumped on the floor—he turned and strode out.

In the base’s corridors, two guards blocked the lab’s entrance. Sebastian’s wand slashed, pinning them to the wall with invisible force, their rifles clattering uselessly. A silent Alohomora sprang the lab door open, revealing a clinical chamber of gleaming steel and humming machines.

Sebastian waved his wand, sending out a ripple of detection magic. Satisfied, he aimed at a metal wall, a Reducto-blast tearing it apart to reveal a hidden safe. Another Alohomora cracked it open, and he swiftly stowed vials of mutant blood and classified documents into a magically expanded storage bag, their weight vanishing into its depths.

He turned to another wall, blasting it open with a second Reducto.

Two massive chunks of raw adamantium—each the size of a skull—glinted within.

Sebastian levitated them into his bag, their value to his plans were immense.

Ready to leave, he paused, his gaze catching on an alloy cell in the lab’s corner. Curiosity flickered—something about its reinforced design piqued his interest. He raised his wand, intending to probe it, but than as on instinct cast a vortex-like spell, warping the cell’s door into oblivion.

As the alloy groaned and parted, a figure emerged.

Wolverine stepped out, his body scarred and burdened with surgical instruments, tubes trailing from his arms. His eyes, feral and disoriented, locked onto Sebastian, a low growl rumbling in his throat. The adamantium claws beneath his skin gleamed faintly, a testament to Stryker’s cruel experiments.

Sebastian’s eyebrows lifted, a spark of intrigue in his gaze.

Sebastian freed Logan on a whim, sparing little thought for the Wolverine’s fate or destination.

His mission was complete—adamantium and mutant research secured—he raised his wand, unleashing an Incendio-blaze that engulfed Alkali Lake Base in roaring flames. As the inferno consumed the lab’s sterile halls, he opened a portal, its arcane glow swallowing him whole, and returned to Xavier’s School.

In his private laboratory, Sebastian hunched over the raw adamantium, its metallic sheen glinting under lamplight. He probed its properties, weaving spells to unlock its potential as a conduit for the Space Gem’s power. Hours ticked by, his focus unbroken, eyes alight with the thrill of discovery. Five hours later, a low rumble shook the room. Glancing out the window, he saw the X-Men’s jet touch down on the school’s central lawn, the kidnapped children spilling out, clinging to their rescuers with tearful relief.

Charles led the group, his weary but warm smile a testament to their success. Hank and Raven, bandaged bore minor injuries—scratches from the military base skirmish, no serious issue after treatment. The children’s laughter filled the air, a stark contrast to the base’s cold cells, warming the sunlit grounds of Xavier’s School.

The X-Men, seeing the other students already safe, knew Sebastian had succeeded.

Alkali Lake’s fate—likely a smoldering ruin—went unspoken. Charles, Hank, and Raven exchanged glances but asked no questions, granting Sebastian his secrecy in silent gratitude.

With the crisis averted, Sebastian turned inward, immersing himself in the Space Gem’s experiment. He crafted a medium instrument, the adamantium humming with latent power under his charms.

Yet, he didn’t neglect Wanda. In quiet moments, he guided her chaos magic, teaching her to blend it with wizarding spells.

Pietro, meanwhile, thrived among the X-Men, his speed a blur on missions to rescue abused mutants, forging bonds with Cyclops, Storm, and the others.

The school settled into a superficial calm, its halls alive with students once more. But beneath the surface, tension lingered—a storm waiting to break.

Washington, D.C. – The White House

In a dimly lit office, the President of the United States stared at a screen, his brow furrowed. Two generals stood before him, their faces steely, as footage played: Apocalypse abducting mutants from Alkali Lake, soldiers falling; Sebastian torching the base; the X-Men storming the eastern military compound, retrieving their students. The clips, expertly edited, painted a damning picture—mutants as ruthless killers, their motives obscured, human lives collateral damage.

The video froze on a frame of Sebastian’s flames, and silence gripped the room. The President’s voice, heavy with conflict, finally broke it. “You know the Sentinels’ risks—how dangerous they are.”

One general, his tone clipped, replied, “Mr. President, Magneto hijacked the Sentinels last time. Without his interference, they’d be unmatched against most mutants, executing missions flawlessly.”

“What are you proposing?” the President asked, eyes narrowing.

The second general slid a document across the desk. “We need Trask.”

The President opened it, scanning the proposal. His gaze flicked back to the screen, lingering on the carnage. After a long pause, resolve hardened his features. He signed the document, his pen scratching audibly. “Trask is pardoned, effective immediately. I hope you understand the stakes.”

“For the nation’s security,” the first general said, voice firm.

“For America,” the second echoed, a glint of ambition in his eyes.

The generals collected the amnesty and footage, exiting the White House with purposeful strides. In their car, one dialed a secure line. “We’ve secured Trask’s pardon. Have you acquired Mystique’s cells?”

The voice on the other end was clinical. “A small sample of her blood—enough to partially analyze her shapeshifting. Capturing her risks exposure; mutants are unpredictable. This will suffice to enhance the Sentinels.”

“And Trask?” the general pressed.

“He’s eager. Prison sharpened his mind—second-generation Sentinels are already in his plans. With the pardon and Mystique’s blood, the Sentinel Project restarts soon.”

“Good,” the general said, a cold smile forming. “One by one, these mutants will vanish, purifying humanity. We’ll be heroes.”

As the car sped away, the White House loomed behind, its shadow stretching over a world unaware of the storm brewing.

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Author’s Note:

I have been using AI a lot lately for the chapters, hope you bear with it. I recently just got contracted on my novel and currently focusing on that and making stockpile for MGS and Win-Win.

Also what you are getting is also from my stockpile, this fanfic has a stockpile of 130 chapters, that’s why you are getting one everyday.

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