Marvel: I can turn into anything.

The moment Lusborn realized this, he immediately curbed down his hunger since he didn't want to make a scene of him sucking blood, as this would attract a lot of attention—something he didn't need right now.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself, forcing the unnatural thirst to the back of his mind.

His heart pounded, not from fear but from the sheer weight of the realization settling in his mind.

All he wanted now was to make his body strong enough to transform into the truly overpowered creatures—the likes of the Hulk, Dracula, Godzilla, and all those ultimate beings of destruction and power.

Maybe even Superman. Since his X-Gene allowed him to transform into any organism that wasn't human, then, theoretically, he should be able to turn into a Kryptonian, right?

That would be way too cool, now wouldn't it? Shooting lasers from his eyes, flying across the sky at supersonic speeds, becoming nearly invulnerable—just thinking about it made him excited.

If that was possible, then maybe, just maybe, he stood a chance of surviving in this world.

But that was for later. Right now, he had to get the hell out of here before shit hit the fan.

His eyes darted around the battlefield.

Explosions went off in the distance. Iron Man zipped through the air, blasting through the swarm of hostile drones.

The police were engaged in an intense firefight, trying their best to contain the chaos, but it was clear they were outmatched.

Civilians scrambled in every direction, seeking shelter, tripping over each other in their desperate attempts to flee.

The old man he had nearly attacked was already down, he had probably gotten a heart attack from what he saw.

Lusborn clenched his fists.

He needed to disappear before anyone—especially someone like Iron Man—noticed him.

And more importantly, if his X-Gene had awakened, then that automatically meant that mutants existed in this world.

That thought alone sent a shiver down his spine. With his awakening, the bald dude, using Cerebro, would likely be able to locate him.

And where there was Charles Xavier, there was also Magneto and the brotherhood.

He really didn't want to deal with either of them right now.

It was unlikely that they would ignore him, either.

If they found out about his ability—an X-Gene that allowed him to transform into any known or unknown creature, instantly at that—he would undoubtedly be considered a high-level mutant.

No, scratch that. He wasn't just some high-level mutant.

His ability was outright broken. If he could turn into the Phoenix right now… well, that would be some serious shit.

That meant one thing—his mutation was likely Omega-level. And that was something neither the X-Men nor the Brotherhood could afford to ignore.

He needed to disappear. Fast.

Lusborn nodded at Iron Man, acknowledging the unintentional favor.

Without wasting another second, he bent down and scooped up the old man who had, at some point, lost consciousness.

The frail yet slightly oversized body slumped over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, but even with the additional weight, Lusborn felt no strain.

His newfound strength made the task effortless, though he still moved with caution, careful not to crush the man's ribs under his grip.

Despite the chaotic battlefield surrounding him—robots engaging the authorities, explosions rattling the air, and debris falling from the crumbling structure—Lusborn kept his focus.

His primary objective was to get as far away from this mess as possible before the inevitable happened.

He could already feel the strain on his body creeping in, the transformation's hold on his body beginning to weaken.

He estimated that he had only a couple more minutes before his body rejected Morbius' physiology entirely, reverting him back to his normal human state.

And once that happened, he would be left vulnerable, powerless.

So he ran.

At first, he held back, uncertain of the limits of his new abilities.

But even at a restrained pace, he was still significantly faster than any normal human.

His enhanced reflexes and agility allowed him to weave through the chaos effortlessly, avoiding falling debris, dodging stray energy blasts, and steering clear of the relentless robotic onslaught.

The last thing he wanted was to get caught up in another unnecessary confrontation, especially with time not on his side.

As he neared the edges of the battle zone, Lusborn spotted the distinct flashing red and blue lights of an ambulance parked near an emergency aid station.

Medical personnel scrambled back and forth, treating the wounded as best as they could given the dire circumstances.

Without slowing down too much, Lusborn reached the nearest paramedic—a young woman who looked barely out of med school—and carefully set the old man down in front of her.

The motion was so smooth and controlled that it was almost as if Lusborn had been trained to handle delicate cargo.

"Take care of him," Lusborn said gruffly, keeping his head low.

The woman, initially startled by the sudden appearance of a man hauling an unconscious old man through a war zone, opened her mouth to respond.

But then as if on instinct, she first turned to check on the old man's condition.

But before she could ask a single question, Lusborn vanished into the shadows, disappearing into the cityscape before anyone could follow.

He didn't want to be asked tones of questions he wasn't willing to answer, plus he was time bad.

By the time the paramedic turned around to get another look at him, he was gone.

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Pliz dear readers, this kind of ability I gave him has lots and lots of shit that he can use to grow stronger. 

And obviously I cant think of all of them, I might even think of some stupid shit so, that's why I will need yo help.

I need ideas from you guys, I have already received some and it has really enlightened me, so, it would be better if I received more.

Thanx.

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Also pliz support my other works, I need help with that too. Still new in this thing so.... will need u guys.