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#### **The New Workout Regimen**
Eashan's hospital room, once a place of recovery, had transformed into a makeshift gym. The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the room as Eashan worked through a series of push-ups. His body had already undergone dramatic changes—muscles were defined, and strength surged through him like never before. But this wasn't just a physical transformation; something deeper, something unknown, was unfolding within him.
Dr. Christina Palmer walked in, clipboard in hand, and froze at the sight.
"Mr. Phoenix?" she said, blinking rapidly. "What are you...?" Her words trailed off as she watched him crank out one more push-up, his form impeccable.
Eashan glanced up, sweat dripping from his forehead. "Just... you know, a little morning workout."
"You're supposed to be recovering!" she exclaimed.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I'm feeling better than expected, doc. Just gotta keep moving."
She sighed in frustration, shaking her head. "You're... not supposed to be fine after what happened. The stab wound was deep. You're defying logic."
Eashan gave a small smirk. "Maybe I'm just built different."
Christina rolled her eyes and muttered something about him being impossible, but Eashan was already focused on the new prompt in his vision. The system's progress was visible in his mind, and it was hard to ignore. His physical strength had skyrocketed, but there was something more—something he couldn't quite grasp yet.
**SYSTEM PROMPT:**
- Strength: 120
- Endurance: 115
- Speed: 110
- Mutant Ability: Adaptive Evolution
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#### **Saitama and Void's Commentary**
"Alright, kid. Let's get to work," Saitama's voice rang out in Eashan's mind, his usual laid-back tone masking the edge of impatience. "I've been watching you, and you've got potential. Now stop acting like you're still some weakling."
Eashan grimaced, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Yeah, but seriously—what's with this whole 'mutant ability' thing? Am I gonna end up going bald or something?"
Saitama snorted in the back of his mind. "Bald? You really care about that? You're getting stronger by the second, and you're worried about your hair? You're hopeless."
But Void's sarcastic voice cut through, "Oh, don't worry, pretty boy. Your mutant powers will keep your hair intact. It's the *least* you have to worry about now. How about you try focusing on controlling your absurd strength instead of whining about superficial things?"
Eashan grumbled under his breath. "I wasn't whining. Just... asking. Anyway, I'm ready for whatever comes next. I just don't want to be some freak."
"Too late for that," Void shot back.
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#### **The Tension Builds: Flash and Harry**
At school, things took a turn for the worse when Flash Thompson and Harry Osborn began picking on Peter. Flash, in typical jock fashion, tossed insults at Peter, calling him a "freak" and a "loser." He taunted him, as always, trying to exert dominance.
But Harry, seething with jealousy, was gunning for more. He wanted Gwen's attention, and it was clear Peter was standing in his way. His eyes burned with spite as he glared at his old friend.
"You know, Peter, your 'superior' attitude doesn't impress anyone," Harry sneered. "Gwen's just too good for someone like you. You don't even deserve her."
Peter tried to brush it off, but Harry was relentless. "In fact, she's been looking at me. I'm pretty sure she'd prefer someone like me—someone with a future, not a pathetic science geek."
Gwen shot Harry a look of disgust. "You're out of line, Harry. Just because your daddy's rich doesn't mean you can treat people like trash."
Eashan, standing nearby, crossed his arms, listening to the insults fly. But something about Harry's words struck a chord. "You know, Harry, you're pathetic. You're mad because you think *she's* your property. But newsflash, buddy—no one's gonna want someone who treats their so-called friends like dirt."
Flash laughed, his idiot grin plastered across his face. "Oh, look at the freak getting all preachy." He turned to his friends. "Maybe he'll give us a lesson in how to be pathetic too."
Eashan wasn't about to let that slide. "Flash, you've got a big mouth for someone who's got nothing going for him. How about you shut it before I show you how weak you really are?"
Harry stepped forward, attempting to get in Eashan's face. "You think you're something special? You're nothing but a wannabe hero who got lucky in a fight. Just because you think you can scare me doesn't mean you're gonna—"
Before he could finish, Eashan shoved Flash aside with ease, sending him crashing into Harry with enough force to knock him into a table. The cafeteria fell silent as Flash stumbled to his feet, food spilling everywhere. Harry, knocked backward, was covered in the same mess.
"Oops," Eashan said flatly. "Did I do that?"
Gwen, still shocked by the scene, couldn't help but chuckle. "Nice one, Eashan."
MJ, who had been watching the whole exchange from the side, stepped forward and glared at Eashan. "You're unbelievable," she spat. "Why do you always have to make everything worse?"
But Eashan wasn't bothered. "It wasn't my fault. Flash started it."
Harry, furious and humiliated, turned to MJ, his voice dripping with venom. "You know what? Forget it. I don't need to deal with *this*." He stormed off, his pride shattered by the incident.
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#### **MJ's Heartbreak and Harry's Final Words**
MJ watched him leave, her heart sinking. "You're unbelievable, Harry," she muttered. "You can't just be decent, can you?"
Harry, seething with anger, turned on her. "What did I tell you? He's nothing but a freak! His parents abandoned him—do you understand that?"
The words stung more than Harry intended, and Eashan, hearing it all, clenched his fists. "Don't ever talk about my parents again." His voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.
MJ, caught in the crossfire, turned to Harry, her frustration boiling over. "I can't do this anymore," she said, her voice steady. "You've humiliated me enough, Harry. You've humiliated *yourself*. I'm done."
With those words, she turned and walked away, leaving Harry standing in stunned silence.
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#### **The Aftermath and Fury's Suspicion**
The video of the incident, along with footage of the truck incident and several other heroic feats, began to make waves across social media. Betty Brant, who had been quietly filming the altercation, uploaded the footage for all to see. It quickly went viral. Eashan's quick reflexes and strength had people talking, but it wasn't just the school that was watching.
Nick Fury, ever watchful, took note of the events. The footage, combined with the truck incident and the strange recovery Eashan had undergone, led him to suspect something far bigger was going on.
"Get Coulson on this," Fury muttered under his breath. "There's something about this kid. Charles warned me about a mutant awakening. Could this be him?"
But Fury's concerns didn't end with just the incident. As he watched the video, his gaze hardened. There was one thing that stood out—Eashan's identity had been revealed to the public. The footage was too risky.
"Take the video down. Now," Fury ordered, his voice stern. "We can't afford to have the world connecting the dots. Too many variables are in play here."
Coulson, already monitoring the situation, gave a quick nod. "Understood, sir. I'll handle it."
As the chapter closed, the full scope of Eashan's transformation was beginning to unfold, and the world—both seen and unseen—was starting to take notice. His powers, his abilities, and his very existence were about to become more than just rumors. They were about to change the world forever.