Marvel: Mutant Ascension

Evan stood in his private lab, surrounded by refrigeration units and containment chambers, each filled with the results of his latest acquisitions. On the sterile steel table before him, several vials held high-quality mutant DNA samples—the culmination of his recent operations. Each vial represented a different key to his next transformation.

The black market specimens, while useful, had only provided a base template. The government research facility extractions had granted him classified insights into genetic compatibility. And the live test subject extractions had delivered fresh, fully active DNA sequences, the highest quality material he could obtain without direct personal experimentation.

Now, all that remained was the most important step: the refinement and integration process.

Evan knew that simply injecting himself with raw mutant DNA would be suicidal. His body wasn't naturally designed to accommodate random genetic alterations; if the process wasn't perfect, he could suffer severe cellular rejection, neurological collapse, or uncontrolled mutation.

To prevent this, he spent the next seventy-two hours in isolation, running simulations and conducting experiments to strip each gene sequence down to its purest, most efficient form. Each DNA strand was analyzed under high-powered microscopes, scanned for mutant genetic markers with unstable mutations.

Unnecessary biological baggage was removed—flaws that would lead to harmful or inefficient mutations. Using data extracted from classified mutant enhancement projects, Evan developed an adaptive viral vector that would allow the new genes to integrate smoothly without rejection.

This viral carrier, modeled after a perfected strain akin to the Blacklight Virus, would act as a binding agent, ensuring that each genetic enhancement fused perfectly with his existing DNA while continuously adapting and refining itself.

When he was finally satisfied, Evan placed the modified genetic material into a final storage chamber. He had created the perfect foundation for his next step. Now, all that remained was to test it.

Evan sat in the center of a reinforced containment chamber, a single syringe filled with the stabilized viral genetic serum in his hand. He had prepared for every possible contingency. The room was equipped with automatic sedatives, remote monitoring systems, and bio-containment measures in case of an adverse reaction.

This wasn't just an upgrade—it was a complete biological metamorphosis.

With a steady breath, he injected the viral serum into his arm.

The reaction was immediate.

A burning sensation spread through his veins, his body convulsing as the virus-laced genetic material forcibly merged with his own. His cells began restructuring at an unprecedented rate, his entire biological framework being rewritten from the inside out.

His vision blurred, his hearing became distorted, and his nervous system overloaded, sending waves of painful electric shocks through his body. His muscles locked up, tendons stretching as if being forcibly reshaped. He could feel the very essence of his being shifting, transforming into something beyond human.

The pain was unlike anything he had experienced before. It was as if his body was being broken down and rebuilt simultaneously.

Minutes passed. Then hours.

His mind flickered between lucidity and unconsciousness, his awareness fading in and out as his body struggled to stabilize the process. There was no system assisting him—this was pure biological transformation, unassisted, uncontrolled. The virus within him was self-regulating, continuously optimizing his genetic structure.

Then—silence.

When Evan finally regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the cold steel floor of the containment chamber, his body drenched in sweat.

The first thing he noticed was the absence of pain.

He sat up slowly, his movements smooth—effortless. His body felt light, unrestricted, as if he had shed an invisible weight that had been holding him back his entire life.

He flexed his fingers, examining the subtle but undeniable changes. His skin appeared flawless, almost synthetic in its perfection. His senses had been amplified, his perception sharpened to a level beyond normal comprehension.

Then came the real test.

Evan moved toward a reinforced steel testing slab, gripping the edge experimentally. With minimal effort, he crushed the steel surface, his fingers sinking into the metal as if it were clay.

His strength had tripled.

He turned his gaze to the monitoring systems, running a full diagnostic on himself. The results flashed across the screen:

Muscular Density Increased by 250%

Neural Processing Speed Enhanced by 300%

Metabolic Efficiency Optimized to Near-Perfect Levels

Genetic Stability Achieved and Increased by 500%

Than means he can add 5 more skills to his body without any side effects

His biological evolution had become self-sustaining.

The modifications had worked.

His genetic structure was no longer static. The viral strain within him was continuously refining itself, eliminating inefficiencies, and adapting to new conditions in real time.

This was beyond anything humanity had ever conceived.

He was no longer bound by the limitations of his previous self.

Evan Mercer had evolved.

And this was only the beginning.

As Evan stepped out of the containment chamber, his mind was already racing ahead.

This was Phase One. The foundation of his transformation.

Now that his body was genetically optimized, he could begin the process of integrating additional passive abilities—without fear of saturation.

He walked toward the mirror installed on the far side of the room, his breath steady, his gaze sharp. As he caught his own reflection, he stopped.

His hair, once dark, was now stark white, strands shimmering in the dim light, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. His eyes had shifted as well. The irises, once a deep hue, now glowed a piercing red, almost alive with intensity. The transformation had altered his body down to its very core—he no longer looked like the man he once was.

His skin held an unnatural smoothness, as if perfected by a force beyond natural selection. It was as if his body had reshaped itself to maximize efficiency and aesthetic perfection. He looked both inhuman and divine, a being that had stepped beyond human evolution and into something new entirely.

Even his stance felt different. His balance was effortless, his weight perfectly distributed as if his body had calculated the optimal posture for every movement. His mere presence radiated precision, an aura of controlled power.

His transformation wasn't grotesque or monstrous—it was something far more unsettling. He was no longer simply enhanced; he had become something beyond human comprehension.

The world would soon see what true evolution looked like.

And he would be its architect.