Dominic stood atop a tall building, the breeze lifting the hem of his coat, gazing out at the city—no, more accurately, this World. Utterly different from the Earth he knew, everything here was filled with a strange vitality. The crowds walking the streets bore no resemblance to ordinary people; each individual emitted some kind of energy fluctuation, either bright or dim. Figures even flew through the high altitude, traversing between cities as if birds gliding in the sky.
The entire World was completely dominated by superpowered individuals; there were no ordinary people here, not even a trace of their former existence remained. Every corner overflowed with the unique aura of Mutants. The use of superpowers was no longer hidden but integrated into every level of society. From controlling streetlights to supplying energy to skyscrapers, even at simple breakfast stalls, the vendors could control their frying pans with telekinesis.
And in the center of this city, a building piercing the clouds rose from the ground, as if declaring to the entire World who the true ruler of this land was. A giant flag hung from the top of the building, its symbol making Dominic chuckle aloud—it was an abstract helmet, its dark gold pattern gleaming against a red background. The President of this World was, without a doubt, Magneto.
Over the past week, he had basically figured out the fundamental rules of this "What If Universe": it was a Mutant World where Magneto reigned supreme. In 2010, Magneto, relying on his powerful will and absolute strength, ascended to the pinnacle of power in one fell swoop. He abolished traditional human regimes, transforming Earth into a completely Mutant nation. Any individual born without superpowers was either "transformed" into a Mutant or expelled from the cities, exiled to uninhabited lands.
Dominic descended the tall building and blended into the street crowds. He walked through a narrow alley, looking down at the electronic screens scattered on the ground, which scrolled news reports: "His Excellency the President gave a speech at the White House today, promoting the new Global Mutant Integration Plan." The scene shifted, showing Magneto, clad in a deep crimson cloak, standing before a group of Mutant leaders. His gaze was stern, his voice as steady as steel: "This World belongs to Mutants. We will no longer be bound by fear and oppression but will usher in true freedom and the future."
"Freedom?" Dominic muttered to himself, stepping over a broken billboard. The board originally depicted an ordinary person, but it was now smeared beyond recognition, with several large, bright red characters written beside it: "Survival of the Fittest!"
He stood at the alley entrance, watching a group of young people training in the square ahead, controlling fire, frost, or lightning in their hands, sparring with each other. The air was filled with energy fluctuations; every movement seemed to declare that this World had completely changed.
"There are no weaklings here," Dominic said softly, a cold smile playing on his lips. He pulled down the brim of his coat hood and continued walking with his head lowered. He was not in a hurry to act but patiently observed this unfamiliar World. He knew there might be bigger secrets hidden here, and Magneto's rule was clearly not unbreakable.
The large screen in the distance switched scenes again, broadcasting the latest command from President Magneto: "All unregistered Mutants must complete registration within three days, otherwise they will be considered a threat and subject to mandatory detention." His voice was full of authority, full of unquestionable power.
Dominic stopped, looking up at the screen. He extended his hand, clenched his fist, and smiled slightly: "It seems this World needs some new changes."
The hall of the registration center was spacious and bright, the floor paved with obsidian-like material, every inch reflecting a cold light. A giant screen in the center of the hall hung high, playing a promotional video about the Mutant ranking system. Inside the hall, Mutants came and went, either busy or indifferent; their abilities varied, and just standing there, one could feel the oppressive presence of energy filling the air.
Dominic walked through the hall, hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping coldly around. His footsteps were clearly audible in the vast space, and the lower-ranked Mutants around him stepped aside, as if sensing the unquestionable aura about him.
His gaze fixed on the screen, which scrolled the division of Mutant ranks:
S-Rank: Pinnacle of power, representing absolute strength and the authority of rule. Only Magneto and a very few top-tier Mutants occupy this list; their very existence is a symbol of overwhelming power.
A-rank: Ranks of the strong, Mutants with outstanding abilities and significant strategic value. They are the backbone of Mutant society and are accorded extremely high social status.
B-rank: Mutants with strong practicality; although their abilities are not astonishing, they are sufficient for various high-tech and specialized positions.
C-rank: Ordinary mutants; their abilities have limited practicality and are more integrated into daily life and common professions.
D-rank: Low-ability individuals; although they have Mutant status, their abilities are negligible.
E-rank: The lowest tier, with almost no ability or abilities that are useless to society; they are usually assigned to jobs no one wants to do.
Dominic looked up at the names flashing on the screen; the S-Rank position prominently displayed "Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)". Following his name was his signature ability: Magnetism Manipulation—unrivaled metallic power.
Below him, the A-rank list featured many familiar names: Storm, Jean Grey, Cyclops, Quicksilver. Each name came with a brief description of their abilities and their important status within Mutant society.
"These guys are quite good at stratification," Dominic said softly, a hint of sarcastic amusement playing on his lips.
He continued looking down; the B-rank and C-rank lists were densely packed, clearly occupying the vast majority. Although these Mutants' abilities were not as strong as the top tier, they were the most practical backbone of this society. The names of D-rank and E-rank individuals appeared at the very bottom, their font significantly smaller than other ranks, as if deliberately minimizing their presence.
Dominic's gaze finally fell upon a physical display stand nearby; it was a three-dimensional projection showcasing the Mutant ability ranking system. The ranking was calculated based on a comprehensive evaluation of ability's offensive, defensive, control, and social contribution. Each category had precise scores, and one could even see signs of many low-ranked Mutants being devalued due to insufficient social contribution.
In the hall, Mutants constantly stepped forward to register; their abilities were scanned, and data was quickly entered into the system. Some received A or B ratings with relaxed expressions, clearly satisfied with their rank. Those who received D-rank or even E-rank ratings, however, lowered their heads, their expressions complex, carrying an unspeakable sense of helplessness.
Dominic watched coldly from the side, his black trench coat gently swaying with his steps. He casually walked to one side of the hall, where a large S-Rank display board caught his attention. It not only listed the top S-Rank Mutants but also included their deeds and achievements. Every name was famous, and Magneto's name was enlarged to an undeniable extent.
"Magneto, he really has elevated himself to the level of a god," Dominic murmured, a flicker of mockery in his eyes. His fists clenched slightly, and he turned away from the display board, his gaze sweeping over the busy staff and queuing Mutants in the hall.
At this moment, a low-ranked E-rank Mutant was coldly refused preferential service by the registration staff because his ability was too weak. The Mutant's face was flushed red as he softly explained his situation, but he was ultimately driven out of the hall, watched as he left dejectedly.
Dominic stood aside, his gaze flickering. The ranking system of this World felt both strange and familiar to him, but this time, he had no intention of accepting such rules.
"Ranks? In the face of absolute power, these are just jokes." He gave a cold laugh and turned to leave the hall.
-----------------------
Completed English PDF of this fan-fic on my Patreon shop if you want to support and own the full fan-fic in one go. Just grab the PDF and binge the entire story from start to finish!
Guys, I've uploaded some High Quality english translated fanfic on my Patreon shop! Feel free to check it out-if you're interested, you can grab a copy and support me there.
Here are a few titles of recently uploaded fanfics:
New Addition
" The Marvel Universe in Meiman I Opened a Supermarket "
" Marvel: I Control Dreams in the World "
" Marvel: Starting Sign-ins from the World "
" Marvel: The Speedster "
" Marvel: The Kryptonian "
" Marvel: Iron Man, Mechanical Armies Sweep All "
" American Comics: Copying the Strong "
" Marvel: Endless Superpowers "
" Marvel: Venom Devours the Myriad Worlds "
many more are available 105+
Your support means a lot-thanks in advance, legends!
patreon.com/SuperTL
(End of Chapter)