Luckily, He Closed His Eyes, or He Might Have Been Silenced

Although everyone living at X Academy was a mutant.

The original purpose of this place had merely been to serve as a school that took in mutant children.

And since it was a school, it naturally had rules. The mutant students here had classes during the day, so they kept fairly regular schedules. It was late at night now, and they had mostly gone to sleep.

Under the cover of darkness, a well-equipped army silently gathered outside. They skillfully set up defenses around the perimeter, establishing interception and blockade points before gradually infiltrating the academy.

On the first-floor corridor of the academy.

A mutant boy who had gotten up to use the bathroom had just crossed the hall when he suddenly noticed a shadow in the distance.

"...?"

Curious, the little boy walked over. After hesitating for a moment, he still greeted it. "Uh... hello? May I ask who you are...?"

But the response he received—

Was the cold, black muzzle of a gun.

The soldier in camouflage combat gear said nothing and simply pulled the trigger. With a sharp pop, several anesthetic darts struck the boy in the neck.

He did not even have time to cry out for help.

He collapsed to the floor and lost consciousness.

After dealing with the little boy, the soldier gave a hand signal behind him. Soon, a burst of footsteps sounded, and more soldiers rushed in from outside, beginning to infiltrate in every direction.

As mentioned before.

Although everyone living here was a mutant, most of them were children. To be honest, they had little sense of vigilance.

Moreover, not every mutant possessed powerful abilities. There were plenty of children here whose powers were very weak—for example, making sugar lose its sweetness, or only being able to change the color of their