Deep within a fortress-like facility, impenetrable by design and suffused with layers of cutting-edge security, not even the faintest hope of unauthorized entry or escape existed. This was a place built to keep secrets—secrets the world must never know.

A middle-aged man in a sharp, tailored suit strode purposefully through the labyrinthine corridors. His polished shoes clicked against the sterile floors, each step echoing faintly as he passed through multiple layers of checkpoints.

Guards flanked the pathways, their eyes cold and their weapons ready. Each successive gate opened only after stringent biometric scans, the metallic doors sliding apart to reveal the next heavily fortified section.

The man's destination lay at the heart of the facility—a secluded chamber accessible only to the highest echelons of authority. Here, the air felt heavier, charged with an eerie energy. He stopped before a massive steel door, its surface etched with intricate warning signs, their meaning clear: beyond this point lay something the world was not prepared to face.

With a soft hiss, the final gate slid open, revealing a solitary control panel. A glowing monitor displayed the image of a coffin-like machine, its sleek surface humming faintly with life. The display indicated that the device housed something—or someone—inside. The man's sharp eyes lingered on the screen, his expression unreadable.

"Colonel Stryker." A voice was heard and turned to see a scientist wearing a labcoat and brown inner vest with a name tag that showed Dr. Bolivar Trask.

"Dr. Trask. Any update on Ex.#682?" He asked him to keep his eye on the machine. The thing inside that machine has to be the most dangerous being that he had encountered and letting it loose in the world would be catastrophic.

"682 had been unresponsive after the last experiment. Extracting his blood had proved a lot dangerous and was focusing on counter measures to keep him at bay." Dr. Trask said as he and many others tried to use the creature's innate ability as a weapon but it failed, killing everyone involved.

"We are simply fortunate that the Anti-Mutant restrained is keeping it at bay."

As they were discussing the creature, the two were unaware that the creature was simply pretending to be unresponsive as it had been observing and planning its escape for some time now.

'I don't know how long it's been but I assume it should be fifteen years since I came into this world.'

The creature was a human young man with long black hair and restrained from head to toe that once worked but he had adapted to it and acquired the ability to counter it in response.

Before he came into this world, he was simply a boy who was a fan of fantasy and fiction. He never expected to find himself in the world of Marvel and was excited to have an adventure with the heroes only to find himself to be an experimental infant that had been created to make weapons for the government.

They had made him Number 682, a number similar to SCP 682. A creature with immensely power adapting ability.

He experienced excruciating pain and suffering in the hands of Dr. Bolivar and Trask. He swears to himself that he'll kill them when he gets the chance while saving the mutant in the facility. He acquired the ability to sense them when trying to adapt. Fortunately, he acquired pain nullification when he adapted to the pain. It was near instant.

In addition to this ability, he is also able to manipulate organic matter no matter how complex and alien it is and would be able to understand and manipulate it. These two combinations made him an Omega Level mutant. He could easily kill everyone involved but he wanted to wait for the right moment to strike.

'I think I waited long enough.' He thought and finally spoke after so long.

"Calling me 682 is kinda rude. I would prefer it if you call me Adam." He said his words causing people seeing him to tense up and watched as he broke through the machine and began to remove his restraints.

"Adam Ila'ah." The people saw the young man morphed and created clothes for himself. An organic armor where spider-like tendrils came out of his back as he smiled at the camera before destroying it.

"What's going on!! Didn't you say that he won't be able to escape that!?" Stryker shouted in anger, holding Trask by the collar. He wasn't afraid of dying. What he fears is what it could do to humanity!

"I…I didn't know! It should have work…unless….fuck! It played us! He has already adapted to it!" Dr. Trask cursed for his incompetence and overconfidence. The Anti-Mutant restrained had been able to work on Darwin, a person who also had the power to adapt. Stryker click his tongue and throw Trask away in frustration and went to the panel to send the message while the other scientists were panicking.

"Dammit! Code ARMAGEDDON!! I REPEAT CODE ARMAGEDDON." Stryker voice rang through the facility where the soldier and sentinel were activated. Even the adaptable Sentinel were sent to kill Adam.

But the said person was walking nonchalantly through the thought panel while slaughtering those who had been heavily involved in the experimentation. He read their minds and checked if they were worthy of death or not.

He adapted enough that he won't turn evil. Adam wasn't hell bent on causing an extinction. He knew the hatred of the mutant kind stemmed from sublime.

Adam suddenly found himself under attack by a squad of heavily armed soldiers who unleashed a relentless barrage of bullets, each round designed specifically to neutralize mutants. However, the projectiles ricocheted harmlessly off his organic armor. The tendrils on his back moved fluidly, deflecting grenades and other weaponry with ease.

He sighed, his voice calm but carrying a weight of suppressed anger. "I understand you're just following orders, but that doesn't mean you'll leave unscathed."

The soldiers hesitated as Adam advanced. One of them shouted.

"Fall back! He's adapting too fast!" But before they could retreat, Adam's tendrils shot out, disarming them with precision. Each soldier was incapacitated without being killed, though Adam did not shy away from inflicting punishment. One soldier screamed as his arm was severed cleanly by a tendril, another fell clutching his leg where a limb once was.

"I'll make sure you return to your families," Adam said, his tone almost apologetic.

"But you'll remember today—and who you chose to obey."

As the injured soldiers were left groaning on the floor, Adam pressed on, his tendrils retracting as he walked deeper into the facility. The alarms blared louder, and the facility's automated defenses kicked in. Sentry turrets descended from the ceilings, firing high-energy plasma rounds at him.

Adam adapted once more, forming a reflective barrier of hardened organic matter that absorbed the plasma and redirected it back toward the turrets, destroying them in an instant.

"Predictable," he muttered.

The next wave came faster: sentinels. These machines were specifically designed to counter mutants, and Adam could sense their adaptive capabilities similar to his own. Three towering sentinels crashed into the corridor ahead, their footsteps shaking the facility. Each was armed with weapons capable of disintegrating matter at a molecular level.

"Finally, a challenge," Adam said with a smirk. His tendrils extended once again, now sharper and glowing faintly as they adapted to the energy signatures of the sentinels.

The first sentinel lunged, its massive hand aiming to crush him, but Adam sidestepped with inhuman speed, slicing through its arm with a single tendril. The machine reeled, sparks flying, but began self-repairing almost immediately.

"Impressive," Adam admitted, watching as the other two sentinels flanked him. They unleashed a coordinated attack, firing beams of energy designed to disrupt his organic structure. Adam winced as the beams hit, but his body rapidly adjusted, nullifying the effects.

With a burst of movement, Adam leaped onto one of the sentinels, driving his tendrils deep into its core.

He tapped into its systems, assimilating its knowledge and using it against the other machines. The sentinel froze as Adam hijacked its controls, turning it into a weapon against its allies.

"Let's see how you handle one of your own," Adam said, redirecting the sentinel's firepower to destroy its counterparts.

As the last of the sentinels fell, Adam stood amidst the smoldering remains, his armor shimmering as it adapted to new threats. He glanced up at a security camera, sensing Stryker and Trask watching his every move.

"Is this all you've got?" he said mockingly, his voice echoing through the facility's intercom.

"I've been patient for fifteen years, and now it's your turn to feel fear."

With that, Adam turned toward the next corridor and strode forward, his tendrils retracting momentarily as he sensed no other life forms within the facility. The hallways were eerily silent, save for the distant hum of machinery and the faint echoes of the alarms.

He had long since deduced that he was the sole experiment here. Any other subjects had either perished during the inhumane trials or had been transferred to other locations. This realization only deepened his resolve.

The corridors ahead were lined with deactivated containment units—empty, cold, and lifeless. Adam couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness. This entire facility had been constructed for him, as if his existence alone warranted such paranoia and brutality.

He moved forward, dismantling every defense system that activated in his path. Sentry turrets descended from the ceilings, firing plasma rounds that dissipated harmlessly against his adaptive armor. Automated drones swarmed him, but he tore through them with ease, his tendrils slicing through metal like paper.

The facility's systems were learning, sending increasingly advanced countermeasures his way, but it didn't matter. Each new threat only made him stronger, his body adapting faster than they could evolve.

After what felt like hours, Adam reached the final stretch. Massive steel doors loomed ahead, separating him from the outside world. The reinforced locks and intricate mechanisms were designed to be impenetrable, but Adam simply smiled.

"Nothing holds forever," he murmured. His tendrils extended, intertwining with the locking mechanisms and bypassing them in seconds. The doors groaned and shuddered before bursting open, flooding the corridor with blinding sunlight.

For the first time in fifteen years, Adam felt the warmth of the sun on his face and the crispness of fresh air filling his lungs. He stepped out into the open, pausing for a moment to take it all in.

But his peace was short-lived. The instant his foot touched the grassy earth, gunfire erupted. A line of soldiers was stationed just outside the facility, armed with advanced weaponry designed specifically for him.

Adam's tendrils unfurled instinctively, deflecting the incoming bullets as he tilted his head slightly, an amused expression crossing his face.

"Really?" he said aloud, his voice calm but laced with a quiet menace.

Before the soldiers could react, Adam surged forward, moving with inhuman speed. His tendrils disarmed them with surgical precision, snapping rifles in half and disabling their heavy artillery. He refrained from killing, but he made sure each soldier was left incapacitated, their weapons destroyed and their morale shattered.

As the last soldier fell to his knees, clutching a dislocated shoulder, Adam stood amidst the wreckage. The forest beyond the facility stretched endlessly, and he could hear the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze.

He stepped into the woods, his armor morphing into a more natural-looking form to blend in with the surroundings. As he disappeared into the dense foliage, the alarms from the facility faded into the background.

For the first time in fifteen years, Adam was free.

But freedom was only the beginning. The world beyond these trees was vast and hostile, shaped by the same forces that had imprisoned him. As he melted into the wilderness, leaving no trace behind, Adam resolved to uncover the truth about his creation and to make those responsible answer for their crimes.

For now, he allowed himself a moment of quiet, breathing deeply as he vanished into the forest, a ghost in the shadows.