"You're telling me… I can gain superpowers from a game?"
"That's the most unbelievable thing I've ever heard in my life!"
"Is this a fantasy or reality?!"
"This is superhuman power we're talking about—we're not Mutants!"
"Unless... unless what he said is true. That human genes have started evolving. That Mutants are only the first wave... and over time, everyone on Earth might awaken the X-Gene?"
"And Oasis… is the spark that triggers that evolution?!"
"I want to believe it, but come on… this sounds more impossible than the Earth blowing up tomorrow!"
"Still, I have to admit… this press conference is the most exhilarating thing I've ever seen!"
It wasn't surprising that disbelief was the audience's first reaction.
But deep down, they knew—Joseph wasn't the type to make wild claims. And he wasn't mad.
No, far from it.
The man who had just revealed the future of human evolution didn't look deranged. He stood calm, controlled, radiating a presence of certainty that made the impossible feel… plausible.
"Everyone must think I'm dreaming out loud," Joseph said with a slight smile, watching the crowd murmur and whisper. "Because it does sound impossible."
He paused for effect.
"But ask yourselves—why is it impossible?"
He gestured to the sky as the screens behind him shimmered with new images.
"Hundreds of years ago, no one believed humans would leave Earth. Yet we now fly into space."
"Before the Kryptonian craft entered our atmosphere, no one believed aliens could become gods among us."
"When the Chitauri descended from the sky, people didn't panic—they stood there stunned, wondering if it was all a dream."
"We live in an age of transformation," Joseph said, voice steady, powerful. "A radical new era… where everything you thought was fantasy has become reality."
"In this world, the line between the impossible and the possible… no longer exists."
He paused again. This time, the room was silent.
"In such an extraordinary age," he continued, "is it really so unthinkable that Mutants—born from evolution—have now created a digital world, Oasis, where the rest of humanity can unlock that same potential?"
It was bold. It was unbelievable.
And yet, no one could argue with it.
The crowd waited in breathless anticipation.
Joseph smiled once more.
Then—
Snap!
The light in the auditorium shifted.
In the blink of an eye, the illusion dissolved, and everyone returned to the real-world exhibition hall.
Joseph raised his right hand. "Now, allow me to invite—"
BOOM!
Before he could finish, the glass ceiling overhead shattered into a storm of shards.
Three green spheres plummeted through the opening.
CRASH!
The next moment, a hovering figure zipped into the hall, riding a metallic glider—his face concealed beneath a grinning, monstrous mask.
It was the Green Goblin.
At the same time, the rear doors of the hall slammed open, and a towering figure clad in a scorpion-themed battle suit stormed in.
With practiced ease, he hurled six green bombs toward the center of the hall.
Simultaneously—
BANG! BANG!
The walls on both sides of the hall exploded. On the left, a mechanical terror with octopus-like metal limbs emerged—Doctor Octopus.
On the right, an enormous reptilian monster stepped forward—Doctor Lizard, snarling through jagged fangs.
All four villains threw their explosives in unison.
More than twenty green bombs arced through the air, scattering across the auditorium like fireflies.
Each one beeped with deadly red light.
KA-BOOM!
Explosions erupted, and the circuit system instantly failed. The entire space went pitch-black.
And then…
A flash.
Lightning crackled in midair.
A humanoid form—composed entirely of pure electricity—materialized above the crowd.
Electro.
Screams rose. Fear crackled.
But the panic didn't last.
Because barely half a second later, the hall lit up again—not from the ceiling lights, but from a radiant orb of golden light.
The source?
A man standing calmly in the center row of the auditorium.
He held a modest wooden staff, glowing brilliantly from its tip. Like a miniature sun, it drove back the darkness in an instant.
Under that glow—
The bombs' fiery blasts seemed to stop mid-air, caught in red spherical barriers conjured by the girl in red seated near the front. The explosions fizzled harmlessly—mere fireworks.
In the back row, the moment Scorpion stepped forward, a spectator stood, whispered a phrase—
"Windless Blade."
A shimmering ripple carved through the air like a sword of invisible energy, slicing toward Scorpion and forcing him to retreat with a startled cry.
On the left, as Doctor Octopus moved to attack—
Another audience member stepped up, waving his hand.
Gust blades—razor winds—lashed out, clashing against the metal limbs.
CLANG! CLANG!
Sparks danced across Doctor Octopus's arms as visible gashes formed.
To the right, Doctor Lizard paused.
An eleven-year-old girl stood up, smiling sweetly. "Come out, my baby."
With a sudden whoosh, twin portals swirled into being above her.
And with a majestic cry, a giant eagle, easily seven meters across, burst from the vortex, flapping its wings with a thunderous roar.
The beast's eyes locked onto Lizard.
He froze, his animal instincts screaming danger.
"Where did these people come from?!" he hissed.
Norman Osborn, still hovering mid-air, scowled deeply. "There weren't supposed to be any X-Men here..."
There wasn't time to answer.
In the same instant that Electro prepared to attack, four more audience members stood up.
Their voices rang out, loud and sharp:
"Water Prison!"
"Raging Waves!"
"Water Lash!"
"Binding Stream!"
Water magic erupted in four directions—colliding midair and creating a torrential blast that engulfed Electro completely. The entire hall seemed to flood with blue light as he vanished inside a temporary tsunami.
"Crap!! It's a trap!!"
Electro barely escaped, his lightning form zipping out of the water like a flash of thunder.
But his shout echoed over the communication channels to the rest of the invading villains.
At the entrance, Doctor Doom paused. His metal mask twisted ever so slightly in confusion.
Killian, president of Pioneer Technologies, who had slipped into the crowd with a detonator in his hand, hesitated.
"What... what just happened?"
It had all been so sudden.
They had planned the ambush. They had gathered to disrupt the press conference. To shock the world with violence and chaos.
And yet now—
They were the ones being ambushed.
The information was clear: no X-Men were expected at this event.
So who were these people?
And how did they know exactly where to stand?
A horrifying thought crept into Killian's mind.
Could they all be... players?
Then, as if to answer—
Ten more figures stood up across the auditorium.
Then twenty.
Then thirty.
Dozens. Hundreds.
All holding strange wooden staffs, glowing faintly with magical energy.
"Retreat!!"
Doctor Doom and Green Goblin shouted at once, fleeing without another word.
The rest followed.
Electro had vanished.
Doctor Octopus, Lizard, Scorpion—they snarled in frustration, but the command was clear.
The villains retreated.
And just like that… the storm passed.
It had lasted only seconds.
But the statement it made would last forever.
Back on stage, Joseph hadn't even blinked.
He didn't so much as glance at the attackers.
He simply continued with the press conference.
"Now then," he said calmly, "let's welcome the 100 participants of the Oasis Pioneer Program to the stage."
A stunned silence filled the hall.
Then, one by one, the girl in red, and ninety-nine others—from all walks of life—stepped up onto the platform.
"They may be strangers to many of you," Joseph said, "but within Oasis, their names are legendary."
He raised his hand again.
Purple light curtains unfolded above the stage, displaying ranking boards, combat statistics, gear ratings, and dungeon clearance times.
"These players were not Mutants," Joseph said. "They were ordinary men and women."
"And yet, through Oasis, they passed the rarest mission: The Trial of the God of Law."
He turned slowly, addressing the cameras—and the entire world.
"Which means…"
"They have synchronized the abilities they gained in Oasis with their real-world selves."
"They have stepped into the extraordinary."
And in that moment—
The world changed.
Because now, it wasn't just Joseph who said it.
Now, there were a hundred living examples standing behind him.
And they were proof that what once was fantasy…
Had become reality.
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