Hans was a strong man who could nearly eat himself into poverty. He lived a hand-to-mouth existence in California. But he was grateful to be Black; it probably gave him some kind of bonus when it came to robbery and the like, so he could still barely keep himself alive.
When California declared independence, Hans had been the first to cheer. He could tell that the world was about to descend into chaos. And the more chaotic things became, the better someone like him—whose muscles worked better than his brain—would fare.
Unfortunately, he had never imagined that even being an anarchist required competing with superhumans these days. Powerful muscles had no advantage whatsoever against Mutants and Inhumans.
To a superhuman, using their powers to instantly kill a muscular brute was no different from killing a scrawny homeless man.
I can't live like this anymore, Hans thought.
The war between Mutants and ordinary people was far too terrifying. Hans robbed people only to live a little more comfortably, not to experience the great terror between life and death and transcend the mortal realm.
So when the AllSpark Company's spaceship landed, he was the first to rush over and sign up, saying that he was tired of war and was willing to go somewhere else to live.
Hans was then fitted with a somewhat strange metal helmet. After sleeping for ten minutes, he was told that he could pass through the portal. This was Hans's second encounter with AllSpark Company's advanced technology. The first had been when he tried to rob a girl and the Torchic she carried had burned off all his hair.
After passing through the portal, he found himself somewhere unfamiliar. It looked like a dense forest, but he recognized very few of the plants growing there. Hans was