Two months of brutal hunting across a half-dead world finally paid off. Our expedition team—led by one of our elite Mobile Task Forces and monitored personally by me through half a dozen drones—located the body of En Sabah Nur, the mutant called Apocalypse. Even dead, he radiated power. His corpse looked as if the world itself had tried to destroy him and failed.
Exactly what I needed.
We transported his body through SCP-7905's gateway and rushed it straight to Site-999's lower research sectors. The moment it arrived, the entire mood of the facility shifted. Orochimaru practically vibrated with excitement. Even Doctor Gears raised an eyebrow—his version of screaming in joy. The junior researchers looked like they were witnessing a deity.
To be fair… they sort of were.
Apocalypse was an Omega-level mutant whose genetic structure was closer to a cosmic horror than a human. His X-gene was a tapestry of integrated mutant abilities: regeneration, molecular manipulation, energy manipulation, superhuman durability, technopathy, biological evolution, psychic amplification—and countless others that merged, branched, and fused across millennia.
Exactly the kind of insane complexity only I and Orochimaru could realistically decipher.
We brought him into Lab Theta, one of my most fortified biological research chambers. Dozens of protective Fūinjutsu arrays lit up around the slab as I activated the rune network. Apocalypse's blood faintly glowed blue-silver when extracted—unnatural, ancient, powerful.
Orochimaru, wearing his sterile white coat, leaned forward with that unnerving, ecstatic smile."Fascinating… His genome rewrites itself even in death."
I nodded. "His body evolved to adapt to practically anything. This is a treasure trove of genetic potential."
"And this," Orochimaru hissed softly, "will finally give the O5 Council the most refined selection of X-Genes in existence."
I began scanning the sample with a mixture of Foundation biotech, runic analyzers, and magical sensory devices. Data streamed across holographic screens.
Just as I expected:
Apocalypse didn't have one X-Gene.He had many.And they were perfectly harmonized.
The problem?Humans—normal or enhanced—could only sustain one X-gene expression. Adding more would destabilize the body.
Which meant the O5 Council needed a single ability each. One perfect power per member.
With Apocalypse's blood, we now had a new library of options.
Julius contacted me through my communicator almost immediately."Administrator, tell me you can isolate his molecular manipulation gene."
"Possibly," I answered. "But it will require days of refinement to stabilize. Apocalypse's abilities weren't made for human bodies. They were made for… him."
Julius grinned. His new Isshiki eye glowed faintly with spatial energy."Good. Do whatever is necessary."
We began full-scale testing.
Orochimaru mapped the regenerative factors, the adaptive evolution sequences, and the technopathy pathways. I isolated the psychic amplification gene, which—if stabilized—would rival or exceed Xavier's ability. Our computers struggled to process the sheer complexity. His DNA actively resisted analysis, rewriting itself in real time.
But we were making progress.
Even with all this, I knew something important:
If Apocalypse were alive, he could have destroyed me.
That thought was rare. Uncomfortable. Motivating.
This project wasn't just about arming the O5.
It was about ensuring we always stayed on top of every reality-threatening hierarchy.
And Apocalypse's blood…would be the foundation of the most powerful, controlled, and safe mutant abilities this universe had ever seen.
And so, the research continued—relentless, meticulous, inevitable.
This breakthrough would change everything.