"Hmm? ssiah?"
The dinsional demon god, observing the scene, couldn't hide a flicker of surprise.
Gazing at the black-clad figure in the broadcast, it asked, "Is this the ssiah you were talking about?"
"The one you want to beco?"
Luan, glued to the screen with eyes filled with envy and jealousy, nodded vigorously. "Yes, I want to be just like him—no, I want to surpass him!"
He shouted with excitent and anticipation.
Hearing this, the demon god glanced at the black figure on the screen and chuckled. "A human? That's hardly a challenge. Surpassing him would be effortless."
Luan's excitent grew. His mind raced with images of himself outshining the ssiah, becoming the most powerful being.
anwhile, back at the live broadcast site, the situation was escalating.
Under the watchful eyes of the gathered onlookers and ard officers, Syd floated calmly toward the main White House building, his expression unchanging.
"Open fire!"
"Stop him!"
At the command of the Secret Service director and other high-ranking officials, the officers raised their firearms.
Snipers, concealed in strategic positions, also took aim at the ssiah.
The next mont, silenced bullets tore through the air, their high-caliber rounds aid directly at Syd's head and eyes.
Everyone watched in suspense: the residents, the officers, the high-ranking officials, the viewers across Arica, and even Luan and the dinsional demon god.
The bullets struck their target-
And nothing happened.
Syd didn't move a muscle. He didn't even activate his abilities.
The Secret Service director, hidden high-ranking officials, and many others brightened montarily.
"Could it be? Is the ssiah overconfident? Maybe we can- "
Before they could finish the thought, their expressions froze.
The bullets fell harmlessly to the ground.
The armor-piercing rounds, designed to pierce the toughest materials, had no effect. It was as though Syd's body was made of steel.
Bullet after bullet clattered to the ground, while Syd remained completely unfazed, his body motionless, his expression unchanged.
"What's happening?"
"How could his eyes withstand that?!"
Dumbfounded, they ordered the drone footage to slow down for analysis.
The slowed footage was displayed on screens across the nation, allowing everyone-from Tony in Stark Tower to countless citizens-to witness the truth.
The bullets spun through the air, hurtling toward Syd's head.
When they struck his skin, they crumpled like tinfoil, falling to the ground without leaving so much as a scratch.
Even the bullets aid at his eyes t the sa fate.
They dented and collapsed, as though striking an unyielding surface, while Syd didn't even blink.
"Impossible!"
The Secret Service director and the hidden officials cried out in disbelief.
Stark Tower
Tony, watching the scene, shook his head in exasperation.
"This kid..."
He had known the ssiah was powerful, but this was absurd.
If Syd had activated so kind of defensive ability, Tony might have accepted it as normal. But taking direct hits to the eyes without flinching?
"Steel eyes? What kind of monstrous body is that?" Tony muttered, struggling to reconcile what he was seeing.
Xavier's School
Professor Charles also frowned in confusion.
Whether it was Charles, Magneto, or the civilians watching the broadcast, all were stunned and baffled by the display.
New York City
Luan, his gaze fixed on the screen, whispered with a mix of yearning and envy, "How is the ssiah this strong? If only that were ..."
Beside him, the dinsional demon god studied Syd's image thoughtfully.
"No wonder you want to beco like him," it said. "This human is indeed intriguing. His body is unexpectedly formidable."
It smiled with growing interest.
Luan, filled with nervous excitent, asked, "Can I beco like him?"
The demon god paused before smiling confidently. "What's so hard about that? With my
power, you could even surpass him."
"Really?" Luan's eyes lit up with joy.
Back at the White House
anwhile, Syd, unaffected by the bullets, began to feel slightly irritated.
Though the bullets couldn't harm him, they occasionally struck his clothes, which wasn't
ideal.
Casually, he activated a reflective shield.
The mont the shield ford, the incoming bullets vanished as they were absorbed into a
void.
"It's bad! The ssiah is using his mutant powers!" soone shouted in alarm.
The officers scrambled to raise their black shields and take cover, bracing for retaliation.
Their fears were confird as a barrage of bullets suddenly rained down, deflected by the
reflective shield.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The reinforced shields held, but only barely, riddled with small dents and holes.
Though unhard, the officers knew better than to continue provoking Syd.
"Damn that ssiah! Every one of his abilities is so troubleso!" the Secret Service director
muttered through gritted teeth.
New York City
The dinsional demon god, still observing, was montarily taken aback.
"Not only is his body strong, but he also possesses reflective abilities?"
It smirked, intrigued.
"A strong body and fascinating powers... no wonder this human boy is so eager to emulate
him."
"This ssiah is quite interesting..."
Back at the Scene
Syd, surrounded by his reflective shield, continued his leisurely flight toward the White
House's main building.
As he approached the majestic structure, surrounded by lush greenery, his expression remained calm and indifferent.
But while Syd was composed, those inside the White House were in complete disarray.
(End of Chapter)
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