American Comics: Starting from the Invincible Young Hero

Chapter 88 includes the Scarlet Witch template (two chapters combined).

Ten days later, Kenosha.

In the underground laboratory, pale light pierced the darkness.

The air was thick with the smell of formaldehyde and ionized metal. Countless culture chambers were arranged in a chilling matrix, and each experimental chamber contained a child of ill omen.

Russell strolled among them, with Mr. Ominous following respectfully close behind.

A series of children born under ominous signs at different stages of development.

laugh!
The hatch opens.

The most mature group, dozens of children of ominous signs, opened their eyes in unison and stepped out of the cabin as if controlled by the same nerve.

Their bare feet trod on the condensed ground without trembling or hesitation, only with mechanical precision.

The machines on the assembly line were fitted with protective armor.

The sons of ominous signs, like engineers programmed into a computer, marched to the locations where they were to patrol and guard.

"Sir, with your abilities that are comparable to those of a creator, I no longer need to worry about any experimental materials or resources."

In just these few days, the factory for the children of calamity we've built has produced nearly three thousand children of calamity, and their abilities far surpass those of any children of calamity I've created before.

Mr. Ominous's voice was excited; now he could experiment without restraint and create whatever he wanted.

"A clone legion born for war, they will forever protect the Genosha you created and sweep away any enemy that dares to stand in your way."

Russell placed his hand on the nearest experimental jar.

The liquid inside the experimental tank glowed with an eerie green light, reflecting off the suspended bodies. They all had uniformly pale skin, scarlet pupils, and possessed weakened versions of Mr. Ominous's abilities.

One of them is equivalent to an entire special operations team.

"You did a decent job."

Russell didn't hold back his praise, but that wasn't what he really wanted. He glanced at the mad scientist beside him.

"But these are nothing new. What if I ordered you to create real 'living' weapons?"

These are fine against armies composed of ordinary people, but what about other mutants, or the Sentinel Legion?
These are not enough; they cannot be considered a trump card.

"Please come this way, sir."

Mr. Ominous's voice, cold as a viper yet carrying a hint of flattery, echoed in the laboratory. He walked to the central control console, his pale fingers sliding across the holographic screen.

A deep, secret laboratory has been opened.

As soon as you step inside, a blast of hot air hits you.

Russell glanced at it sideways.

You can see the mold factory on the other side through the glass.

The molten iron, glowing red-hot, flowed into the mold like trickles, eventually transforming into silvery-white alloy modules.

Some are gleaming, silvery-white skeletons.

Some of them are clearly the casing and parts of some kind of machinery.

"Sir, please allow me to demonstrate." Mr. Ominous turned, like an opening act host, placing a hand on his chest, the hem of his robe sweeping the ground. "The most perfect killing machine born from your will—'Infinite Ominousness'!"

Bertrand Russell stood with his hands behind his back on the observation platform, his gaze beneath his helmet deep and cold.

A malevolent son, clad in light silver armor, tall with skin that gleamed coldly and whose heavy outline of an adamantium skeleton was faintly visible beneath, stepped out of the shadows with heavy strides.

Mr. Ominous tapped the console, "Defense Tolerance Test".

shhhhhh!
The ceiling cracked open, and three laser Gatling guns sprang out, streaks of blue laser light tracing scorching paths through the air as they relentlessly bombarded the Child of Ominousness.

The Child of Ominous Signs was subjected to a terrifying onslaught, with the laser beams being blocked from the part of the Adamantium armor that struck it.

The exposed body was subjected to laser ablation and evaporation of the skin, revealing a silvery-white alloy facial bone.

After a round of attacks, the son of the ominous sign's flesh and skin began to heal as if they were alive, returning to normal in the blink of an eye, as if he had never been attacked.

Only the floor melted by the laser and the pools of molten iron testified that the terrifying attack was not an illusion.

"I have secretly collected the genes of many mutants, such as Wolverine from X-Men, but his healing factor is far superior to even my clones."

Mr. Ominous Luck gave a smug, cold laugh.

"'Infinite Sinister Soldier' ​​has a healing factor that is 47% faster than Wolverine's."

Russell largely agreed with this point.

In fact, compared to Wolverine's simple healing ability, the new version of the Son of Omen, who has both healing and cell deformation abilities, is naturally superior.

Even with an adamantium skeleton transplant, it wouldn't be as painful and difficult as Wolverine's.

"Demonstrate attack capabilities," Mr. Ominous manipulates.

shhhhhh!
The laser Gatling gun overhead in the laboratory was activated, and laser beams poured down like a torrential downpour once again!

The Infinite Omen Warrior charged forward, his spine suddenly splitting open, and twelve adamantium alloy nerve cables unfurled like a peacock's tail, intertwining in front of him to form an electromagnetic shield.

He crouched low, blurred into a blur, and lunged forward, flames erupting from his leg joints as fast as lightning, soaring into the air!
Swish!

Two flashes of silver light appeared, and the Infinite Omen Warrior extended four adamantium alloy claws from his hands, slicing a laser Gatling gun into eight pieces as easily as a hot knife through butter.

While spinning in mid-air, he unleashed another plasma cannon from his palm, obliterating two other laser Gatling guns.

"Sir, with the Adamantium alloy you provided, the Infinite Omen Warrior will have both the sharpest spear and the hardest shield, making it half-human and half-machine, with a maximum strength of over a hundred tons, and equipped with various energy weapons."

I truly don't know who can escape its hunt.

Mr. Ominous was rubbing his hands.

He was also excited to be able to create such a ferocious creature.

"Currently, one hundred units of the Infinite Omen Son model have been manufactured."

"very good."

Approval appeared in Russell's eyes.

"Tomorrow is the founding of the nation of Kinosha. The safety of the ceremony will be ensured by these warriors of infinite ominous signs. I will not allow any mistakes to happen."

The Child of Ominous Signs possesses a body whose flesh and blood can flexibly deform, making it the perfect biological material for combining with machinery.

Compared to this, Wolverine, who is only equipped with an adamantium skeleton as an X-weapon, is merely a bankrupt version.

"Your praise is the best reward for me as your loyal servant."

Mr. Ominous Sign bowed his head.

"I will make sure that tomorrow's grand ceremony proceeds safely, and not even a fly will be able to disturb it."

"Don't speak too definitively." Russell's gaze was deep as he turned and left, his cloak billowing in the wind. "I hope you won't disappoint me."

……

In Kenosha at night, the moonlight, like mercury spilling onto the ground, bathes the entire vast and magnificent celebration square in a soft glow.

The fountain water tinkled as Russell and Wanda strolled side by side in the moonlight.

"careful!"

A ball rolled to Wanda's feet.

Not far away, several mutant children stood anxiously. One of them, a cute little girl with cat ears, ran over. Her scaly skin shimmered with a pearly hue in the moonlight.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

Wanda bent down to pick up the ball, her fingertips casually brushing across its surface, a touch of crimson energy repairing the worn patches as if they were new.

She smiled and handed the ball back, then casually ruffled the girl's fluffy hair.

Have fun, don't stay up too late, there are fireworks to watch tomorrow!

The children cheered and ran away.

Wanda stared blankly at the children's retreating figures.

"What are you thinking about?"

A magnetic voice came from the side.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt a bit emotional. When my father and I were wandering around, I never saw a smile on the face of a child with such a drastic change."

Even some stray kittens and puppies, abandoned by their parents and seemingly unwanted, huddled under the eaves, their faces pale and dirty, in the rain…

Although the mutant nation has not yet been officially established, the work of bringing in mutants who have nowhere to go has already begun.

Now, Kenosha—no, it should be called Nevia—is home to hundreds of thousands of mutants. A nation belonging to mutants naturally couldn't retain the name that represented slavery to them; Russell proposed this name.

Nevia, meaning oasis or paradise, is a land of mutants, an oasis in the world's deserts where people can roam and live freely.

"At this time tomorrow, the whole world will see our torch."

Wanda took a deep breath, stopping thinking about the unhappy things, and looked at the tall viewing platform in the square. A gentle and happy smile appeared on her lips. "The mutants' dream is about to be realized, a paradise where our fellow mutants can live freely."

No more discrimination, no more harm, no more hiding and running away..."

“I promise, this is just the beginning.” Russell looked down at her, the moonlight reflecting in her bright eyes. “From now on, all mutant children will be carefree and free, I promise.”

Wanda looked up, her young and handsome face bathed in moonlight.

This young man, who seemed to have fallen from the sky, possessed a sharper edge than his father, calmer and wiser, yet held the same great beliefs.

A strange, indescribable emotion swelled in her chest, causing her to unconsciously take a half-step closer.

“You know what?” Wanda blushed slightly, “I think you’re the one who can grant all wishes…”

She tiptoed slightly.

The night wind suddenly became noisy.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of two young people lightly touched, and the laughter of children could be heard in the distance.

On the rooftop terrace of the presidential palace, Magneto stood with his hands behind his back, satisfied as he withdrew his gaze.

……

The first ray of sunlight, like molten gold, streamed in through the gaps in the gauze curtains, outlining two closely pressed figures on the disheveled sheets.

The Scarlet Witch lazily fluttered her eyelashes, then opened her eyes, her clear pupils sparkling like morning dew.

He was face to face with Russell so close, his eyes filled with endless tenderness.

Good morning, Wanda.

"Good morning."

Wanda's voice was still hoarse from sleepiness, her fingertips unconsciously tracing circles on Russell's chest, and a blush crept onto her face.

Russell caught her mischievous fingers and kissed them lightly.

"Time to get up, the ceremony is in half an hour."

"what……"

Wanda gasped softly and quickly got up to put on her clothes. As if she had touched a sore spot, her brows furrowed slightly, but a red light flowed over her body, and she was soon unaffected.

Scarlet Witch template included.

With a smile on his lips, Russell rested his head on his arm and turned to look at the sky outside, which was filled with the light of dawn.

Now that he has Wanda's template, which will solidify over time, and through practice with his clones' abilities, he has a path that is almost invincible.

……

The dawn of Kenosha was ignited by the breaths of millions.

On the "Evolution Square" next to the Presidential Palace.

An adamantium monument shaped like a DNA double helix stands tall on the earth, piercing the sky. A fire pit, held in place by magnetism, floats atop the monument, its flames swaying gently in the morning breeze.

On the viewing platform, Russell and Magneto and their entourage were dressed in their finest attire.

The crowd below jostled each other, clapping and cheering.

The mutants who were once imprisoned now beamed with the joy of freedom, their necks no longer bound by collars; the mutants who were once discriminated against held their heads high, their eyes filled with confidence and pride, no longer receiving any strange looks.

"Zi..."

A loudspeaker is a sound wave.

People suddenly fell silent; even the wind seemed to be listening.

“It’s about to begin,” an old mutant murmured.

The young mutant's heart raced, and his face flushed with excitement.

Kenosha was quiet and beautiful in the morning light.

"Fellow countrymen!" Magneto's voice boomed through the megaphone, "Today, we will no longer hide—"

He wore a rare, excited smile as he stood on the high platform, using his words to rally people's hearts.

"We were once scattered in every corner of the world."

“Some people hide in basements and can only catch a glimpse of sunlight; some are forced to wander the streets, covered in mud and grime; some are arrested and persecuted, their lives and dignity trampled on.”

He opened his palm, and a mutant suppression collar appeared in the air.

The metal twists and stretches, transforming into a national emblem, with the flame of life held high within the DNA double helix, gleaming in the sunlight.

“But from now on, none of this will happen again. Together, we are enough to change the world of success.”

tread!
"Steel will eventually rust, but genes will be passed down forever."

Russell stepped forward and pointed to the ground beneath his feet, where skyscrapers were rising from the island, a country under construction.

"Here—the first child who doesn't need to hide his abilities will be born."

"Here—there will be peaceful sleep where you won't have to wake up in the middle of the night."

"Here—everyone can walk with their head held high in the sunlight."

The wind swept across the newly planted saplings, millions held their breath, millions of pairs of eyes shone with anticipation. He paused slightly, his voice rising a few decibels, echoing through the sky.

"Today I declare that right here, we will establish a new nation, named Nevia—the Kingdom of Paradise!"

Flowers were tossed into the air.

"Long live Nevia!!"

The excited shouts of the crowd almost lifted the entire sky.

Wanda was overjoyed, tears welling in her eyes. Russell smiled, pointed to the sky, and in an instant, azure energy ripples spread out.

Suddenly, thousands of points of light lit up the sky, fireworks exploded, and colorful ribbons of light fell like silk, weaving into a totem of mutant gene chains hundreds of meters in the air.

Photon-condensed white doves swept past the crowd, their wings scattering golden light.

Countless people embraced, weeping with joy.

The cheers of the celebration swept across Nevia like waves, and ribbons and energy sparks intertwined in the air to form a magnificent curtain.

suddenly.

Russell's smile faded slightly as his gaze pierced through the jubilant crowd, past the towering gene monument, and reached the distant horizon.

Fifty nautical miles away, hundreds of dark, cold mechanical figures, with streamlined bodies, were tearing through the clouds at speeds more than ten times the speed of sound, their eyes as indifferent as the merciless Grim Reaper.

"That's... a Sentinel?" Magneto, who had been emitting electromagnetic sensing and had noticed the presence of someone who might be causing trouble, frowned deeply.

The body material is exactly the same as the previous giant sentinels.

However, its size has shrunk so much that it doesn't look like the same robot at all.

Second-generation Sentinel?

Through X-ray vision, Russell unexpectedly lifted his eyelid.

There are two types of Sentinel robots. The original prototype Sentinel can only detect mutants. It has a giant-like size and is equipped with powerful weapons, which can kill weak mutants, but its individual strength is not strong.

The second-generation Sentinels, however, underwent a complete transformation. They gained the ability to copy most mutants' "superpowers" and make them their own. Moreover, once one was copied, all the other Sentinels would possess it.

"We have an uninvited guest."

Russell narrowed his eyes, and Mr. Ominous stepped forward at the opportune moment, bowing his head to accept the order.

"Send forth your infinite ominous warriors."

"Yes, sir, I guarantee they won't return."

On stage, Wanda is conjuring up dancing butterflies of light for the children, which then float downwards.

A little girl stood on tiptoe, her innocent smile radiating, reaching out to touch a beautiful butterfly with her fingertips.

“Let’s intercept them at sea and let people laugh for a while longer,” Russell said softly, waving to those who had lived in hardship for too long, as if nothing had happened.

The crowd below, unaware of what was happening, continued their celebrations.

(End of this chapter)