After the White Queen left, Magneto looked at Professor X with concern, then glanced at Shiller and said: "This move is really too risky. If Emma impulsively attacks you, I might not be able to stop her completely. Charles, you should return to the Gravity Laboratory."
"Avoiding isn't a solution, Erik." Professor X looked into his eyes and said, "I know you want to protect me, worried about the radical faction among the mutants, fearing they might do something to me because the raid team was completely wiped out. But, I must bravely stand up to take responsibility and set an example for the children. I want to hold a general meeting..."
"No way!" Magneto deeply furrowed his brow and said, "Right now, just suppressing the internal doubts about you within the Mutant Brotherhood is already very difficult. If it weren't for the fact that the public opinion is really bad, I wouldn't have you stay in the lab."
"But if I stay in the lab, all the criticism will fall on you, Erik. How can I let you face all this alone?"
Shiller was already sitting behind the desk playing with his phone. The universe of mutant comics has this drawback, one-third of the plot revolves around the endless ups and downs between Magneto and Professor X.
At any time, any place, in any major event, without their emotional entanglements, the comics couldn't be published. It's just that some comics have more plot and some have less.
Whether these two start off loving or fighting determines the main tone of this comic. The bizarre extent of their love-hate relationship determines the length of this comic. Whether they end up loving or fighting dictates the conclusion of this comic.
The good news is, in the original work of "X Royal Family," they work together, with no arguing scenes; the bad news is, the original plot is basically ruined, and now it's headed towards the old cliché of first loving then fighting.
"Erik, take off the helmet, we need to talk." Charles' voice came from beside him. Shiller directly pulled out the paper medical report and began writing. With this sentence, it wouldn't finish in less than two hours.
Shiller began filling out medical records in the background noise of their argument. Before coming here, there were 46 records left unfinished, after arriving, there were still 48 left. From their tone, finishing two records this afternoon shouldn't be a problem.
Suddenly, a psy-storm swept through the room. Luckily Shiller was prepared, he shut off his Psychic_Battlefield and wasn't affected. Magneto looked pained, he staggered back a step, just hitting the desk. Shiller quickly lifted a hand, preventing scratches from falling on the freshly written medical report.
Immediately, the arguing intensified, but Shiller shut off his ears, cursing Strange in his mind while writing furiously. Suddenly, a magnetic storm started, everything in the room floated up, including the tables, chairs, and papers. Shiller quickly grabbed the floating paper. Just after jumping from mid-air, he saw Professor X weakly collapsing.
"Doctor." Magneto shouted at Shiller while supporting him onto a wheelchair, "Please take him back to the Gravity Laboratory and take good care of him before he wakes up."
Shiller took the wheelchair from his hands then raised a finger and said: "First, I'm a psychiatrist. If he suddenly falls ill, I can't perform an emergency rescue; I can only advise you to think it over. Second, I'm not your personal doctor, I have things to..."
Magneto had already decisively turned and left.
Shiller sighed, pushed Professor X back to the Gravity Laboratory. Moira gasped at Professor X's condition.
"Take good care of him." Shiller began outsourcing work.
"I don't understand, how did he..."
"Magneto." Shiller summarized their argument in the most concise manner.
Moira seemed to know them well too; hearing Magneto's name, she breathed a sigh of relief but then furrowed her brow again. "I heard there's a lot of opposition to the professor within the mutants, is that right?"
When first meeting Professor X, Shiller had known that Moira couldn't leave the Anti-gravity Laboratory now. Because the Totem Revival Plan and the Anti-red orchid plan's technical support were all being done by her. Although Decoding and Beast could assist, this Miss Nine Lives was the key figure for mutants to rebuild Utopia.
And precisely because she took on so many technical responsibilities, she hardly participates in politics and isn't very informed. Since the complete wipeout of the team, the pressure on her has become greater, and she's communicated less with the outside world.
"It's a bit troublesome," Shiller said, "You can probably also imagine, if it wasn't for the internal pressure among mutants being substantial enough to truly pose a threat to the professor, Magneto wouldn't take such a desperate measure."
Moira turned to look at the figure of Professor X lying in the wheelchair, pushed her glasses, and said: "Where does the internal pressure mainly come from? Whether it's the X-Men or the Mutant Brotherhood, it shouldn't be to the extent that..."
"Mister Sinister," Shiller uttered a name, "he is a complete opportunist. He may not genuinely agree with this plan, merely seeking the benefits that Krakoa brings. So even though he provides the technology to preserve mutant genes for the Totem Revival Plan, given the unfavorable situation, he might want to withdraw his shares, or even betray us, which is entirely possible."
"This is terrible," Moira lamented, "Even at this point, we still can't unite as one. It seems the Revival Plan must be accelerated; we need a strong incentive."
"No, Miss," Shiller looked at her and spoke, "Quite the opposite. You indeed need to research promptly, but don't reveal it too quickly. If it's truly completed, I hope you can keep it a secret for the time being."
"Why?" Moira asked, puzzled, "The return of the sacrificed heroes will undoubtedly boost morale. Isn't this strong encouragement exactly what we need now?"
Shiller shook his head and said, "The storm will prove who is the true king of the skies. The failure of mutants is because you can never accept defeat."
Moira remained silent, just gazing at him. The cycles of nine lives have given this lady richer experience and deeper thoughts than other mutants, making her more receptive to seemingly unconventional ideas.
"In my view, the failure of the assault team cannot be considered a failure, it's merely a bump in the road. But too many mutants haven't realized this, including Professor X and Magneto. Otherwise, they wouldn't choose to seek help from the Multiverse."
"They knew very well that the arrival of the Prime Universe might bring a series of troubles, but still, they accepted it for assistance. Do they truly need this help? If they can't even accept failure to such an extent, how can they rebuild their homeland?"
"I don't understand." Moira stepped forward slowly, coming to Shiller, raising her head to look into his gray eyes and said, "The most crucial assault plan totally failed. Isn't that enough?"
"The problem is that you shouldn't put all your hopes on this one assault plan." Shiller sighed and began his lecture, "'Quick victory theory' and 'quick defeat theory' are both major taboos in military affairs. Attempting to decide the outcome with a few 'assaults' and 'assassinations' is in itself a display of shallow political thinking and short-sighted strategic vision.
Everyone thinking of 'achieving success in one stroke' results in the current situation. Once the assault plan, which you had high hopes for, fails, everyone will feel desperate and want to find a scapegoat to vent their anger. This is completely wrong.
"I can only say, thankfully, you failed. If you had won, great victories would make you taste the sweetness of raids and assassinations, and the path would only become increasingly crooked, distancing further from victory, even if temporarily proud, it can't last."
Shiller wasn't making it up. In fact, in subsequent comics, Krakoa, commonly known as 'K Island,' was still destroyed. This once glorious Utopia disappeared again in the long river of mutant history, leaving no trace.
This certainly includes the editors' reluctance to have mutants settle, but ultimately, the larger issue lies within the mutant community itself.
"Mutants are like an over-tempered sword," Shiller commented, "perhaps very sharp, but lacking resilience."
Moira lowered her eyes. She didn't comment on this evaluation, neither angry nor puzzled, as if she had expected it long ago. Silence is sometimes a form of expression. It seems that the time spent with mutants, starting from the reconstruction of Utopia, has allowed her to see through much.
"Mutants possess only superficial unity," Shiller continued, "Working together for the ideal of rebuilding a homeland seems harmless. However, the ideal of rebuilding a homeland is not a suitable one. What kind of homeland to recreate is the question. 'Letting every mutant have a place to belong' is not grand enough, so your alliance is not solid."
"Not grand enough?" Moira looked at him and retorted, "But this is already an incredibly difficult task, never accomplished before."
"Far from it," Shiller said, "No one has ever explored the consequences of 'what kind of home mutants should have,' which leads to the fact that the mutants united by you may not necessarily be your comrades."
Moira fell silent again. After a while, she spoke: "Perhaps you're right. Hopefully, this failure will allow us to discern who truly shares our cause. The departure of some may not be a bad thing."
"Learning to accept failure, dealing with the aftermath of failure, and even turning failure into a forge to temper oneself is a lesson that mutants must go through. This may be difficult, but no country or nation can truly unite without undergoing such trials. If rebuilding Utopia fails, at least don't repeat the same mistake by failing to learn from it."
Moira sighed gently, gazing up at the dome of the Gravity Laboratory. Shiller also heard whispers carried by the wind, an ancient and mysterious language she couldn't understand, yet she could feel the sorrowful emotion.
Shiller returned to the surface, walked from the council chamber into the jungle, precisely seeing a group of mutants flying overhead. Mister Sinister Nathaniel and his retinue departed, while Magneto stood at the highest point of the Royal Court, gazing into the distance. Sunlight slipped down his cloak like an unmelting, towering snow mountain.