No one paid any attention to the antisocial Wade; this guy had his episodes at least hundreds of times a day, and it would be truly abnormal if he didn't have one, so everyone was long used to it.
At this moment, the attention of Charles and Old Logan was completely captured by the group of Mutant children before them; looking at their young faces and the Mutant abilities they displayed, which vaguely reminded them of old acquaintances, stirred deep emotions within the two.
"Logan, we must do something," Charles said.
Seeing his old friend's expression, Old Logan knew that his old habit was acting up again; given Charles's personality and sense of responsibility, it was impossible for him to just abandon these children.
He said helplessly, "Charles, even if we have recovered our abilities now, we cannot change anything; this World has long since had no place for Mutants."
Genetically modified food had long since integrated into everyone's daily life, and no one could escape their three meals a day, Mutants included; this World no longer had the soil for Mutants to survive, and sooner or later, they would become historical relics like dinosaurs.
Although Charles and Old Logan had recovered their abilities, the two of them alone could not reverse the entire environment, unless Charles was willing to abandon his principles, enable global customization, and rewrite the rules of the World; only then might Mutants have a glimmer of hope.
It was a pity, however, that Charles would never do such a thing, not to mention that he didn't even have Cerebro now.
Charles insisted, "We can look for a new sanctuary, a place where Mutants can survive."
"Where would such a place exist?" Old Logan sighed.
[NPC Charles Xavier has issued a new quest to you]
[Quest: Find a Sanctuary]
[Objective: Find a sanctuary suitable for Charles and the others to live in, and successfully settle down]
[Rewards: EXP + 2000, Charles Favorability + 30, Logan Favorability + 30, Anchor Fragment * 2, Random Item * 1, Random Equipment * 1]
Hearing the game system's prompt, Darian said, "I actually have a way."
Old Logan raised an eyebrow: "What way?"
"It's very simple, have Wade pack you all up and send you to the next parallel World."
"Go to another parallel World?"
Charles and Old Logan were both stunned; this was a path they had never imagined.
But soon, a glint of light flashed in their eyes.
This really was a way!
They had long had nothing to be nostalgic for in this World; if they could really leave, they would absolutely agree without hesitation.
Even if other parallel Worlds were terrible, how much worse could they be than now?
Darian grabbed the antisocial Wade and asked if he could take so many people with him to travel through dimensions.
The answer was yes.
The time travel device Wade got from Cable, under the influence of his ability to break the fourth wall, had almost turned into an artifact that defied common sense; things that even Cable couldn't do, he could easily accomplish, even traveling to the so-called real World to kill the actor playing himself—it was simply absurd!
In the face of such an completely unreasonable, reality-defying ability, taking a group of people to jump across dimensions was just a small matter.
After receiving an affirmative answer, Charles and Old Logan were overjoyed and immediately decided to pack their bags and prepare to run away.
They had had enough of this terrible World!
But before leaving, Charles modified Sander's thinking, implanting a deep-seated belief in the depths of his consciousness: to do everything in his power to modify genetically modified food and eliminate its harm to Mutants.
He wanted to leave a glimmer of hope for the Mutants of this World.
As for whether it would be useful in the end, it was up to fate.
New York, Westchester, Xavier Estate.
This was Charles Xavier's private territory, which he had transformed over the years into a special school named Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters, dedicated to taking in and teaching those Mutant children who had nowhere to go, letting them become Mutants useful to society.
Due to the deliberate concealment by a certain bald man, few people in the outside World knew its exact location and true nature.
However, at this moment, the vitality of the past within Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters had completely vanished, replaced by a heavy silence.
Just a short while ago, Professor X, whom they regarded as their pillar, had collapsed.
He wasn't dead, but while using Cerebro, he had suddenly collapsed in his wheelchair and remained unconscious to this day.
After a careful investigation by one of Professor X's most trusted students, Jean, it was discovered that Mystique had disguised herself as a student in the school, snuck in, and injected a powerful neurotoxin directly into the core connection fluid circulation system of Cerebro.
When Professor X used the device, the toxin acted directly on his central nervous system along with the feedback pulse, leading to a deep coma.
In short, Professor X was simply too powerful, and for fear of affecting the development of the plot, he had been forcibly banned.
In the underground medical room, the atmosphere was oppressive.
The X-Men gathered around Charles's medical pod, and no one spoke.
They had just received news that the senator who had been forcibly transformed into a Mutant by Magneto had died; the cause of death was total genetic collapse, his body dissolving into a pool of unrecognizable liquid, leaving not even a trace of remains.
Just before falling into a coma, Professor X had probed the senator's memories, thereby revealing Magneto's complete plan.
Magneto had built a special device that could emit a radiation targeting only ordinary humans, forcibly rewriting their genetic sequences to mutate them into Mutants; that senator was the first living test subject for this device.
However, starting this device required a massive amount of energy, and its load was so heavy that it was almost enough to take Magneto's own life.
Because of this, Magneto locked his target onto Rogue Mary, whose ability allowed her to briefly absorb and copy the abilities of other Mutants through contact.
Thus, Magneto plotted to kidnap Rogue, intending to use her to copy his own abilities, replacing himself to operate that dangerous device, thereby implementing his radical and cruel Mutant transformation plan.
In Magneto's view, as long as humans were transformed into Mutants, it would completely eliminate the divide between the two races, thereby achieving great unification.
It must be said that Old Wan was indeed a genius to be able to come up with such a plan.
It was like a black person preparing to make all races black, thereby eliminating racial discrimination from then on; it sounded very crazy.
However, his plan was doomed to fail from the root.
The senator's tragic state was the most direct proof; the forcibly transformed genes were extremely unstable and would ultimately only lead to collapse and death.
This was not evolution, but a massacre!
It was precisely because Professor X foresaw this catastrophic consequence that he used Cerebro to try to locate Rogue, to stop Magneto before everything became irreversible, but he didn't expect to fall right into the trap set by Magneto.
With Professor X down, the X-Men were shrouded in a rare sense of bewilderment.
For a long time, Professor X had not only been their spiritual pillar but also the brain behind every operation; now that he had suddenly fallen silent, everyone felt as if they had suddenly lost their navigation, standing at a crossroads not knowing where to go.
"Are we just going to wait here like this?"
As an intern who had just joined not long ago, Wolverine Logan really couldn't stand this stagnant atmosphere and couldn't help but speak up to break the silence.
"That lunatic called Magneto is holding Rogue, and every second we waste, she is in more danger."
Compared to Magneto's plan, Logan was more concerned about Rogue.
That girl who had followed him all the way from Canada had trusted him from beginning to end, and he absolutely could not watch her lose her life because of this.
"This guy is right; even if the Professor has fallen, we must act to stop Magneto."
Cyclops Scott nodded.
Although he didn't know why, he always felt that he didn't like the look of Logan, always feeling that the other party wanted to dye that thing on his head green, but given the urgent situation, he could still distinguish priorities and seconded Logan's statement.
"But without the Professor, how are we supposed to find Magneto's whereabouts?" Storm Ororo frowned.
"I can try."
Jean stepped forward, her voice firm: "I also have Telepathy abilities; I can operate Cerebro to search for Rogue's location, and thereby find Magneto's..."
"No!"
Before Jean could finish her sentence, she was interrupted firmly by Scott.
His tone was urgent, carrying undisguised worry: "Cerebro is too dangerous; even when the Professor uses it, he must be extremely cautious, bearing a huge burden, let alone you, who has absolutely no operation experience; a slight carelessness could lead to a severe backlash."
Scott did not want to let his girlfriend take such a risk.
Charles, whom he regarded as a spiritual mentor, had already fallen; if something were to happen to Jean as well, he didn't know if he could bear it.
Just as Jean was about to retort, her expression suddenly changed, her pupils constricted slightly, and her entire state instantly tensed up.
"Jean, what's wrong with you?"
Scott noticed her abnormality and immediately asked.
"There is a group of strangers approaching the perimeter of the school; they are not students, nor are they familiar visitors."
"Damn it! Has Magneto's people come to attack us?"
Logan instantly tensed all his muscles, his expression turning grim.
He had just fought with Magneto yesterday—oh no, to be accurate, it didn't count as a fight, because he didn't even have the chance to make a move before he was pressed onto the ground and rubbed by Magneto from a distance, without any power to fight back.
There was no help for it; who told him that his entire skeleton was made of Adamantium.
Facing Magneto, who could control all metal, he was almost like a toy, directly countered to death.
Magneto couldn't help but exclaim that Wolverine was a man who could pick things up and put them down.
"I... I don't know."
Jean's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and even fine sweat seeped from her forehead: "There is a mental force protecting them; my probe was completely blocked. This mental force is very powerful, even... more powerful than the Professor!"
"What!?"
These words made everyone in the medical room instantly change their expressions.
Logan was okay, but Scott and Ororo were full of disbelief.
They all knew exactly how powerful Professor X's abilities were; it would be no exaggeration to say he was the most powerful Telepathy user in the World.
And now, a Telepathy user more powerful than Professor X had suddenly appeared!?
A chill quietly climbed up the spines of several people.
Imagine if their enemy were Professor X; what a terrifying scene that would be.
At this moment, they felt as if they were standing on the street with their clothes off; any thought or memory would be completely exposed before the other party.
Even more terrifying, the other party could even tamper with their will at will, control their actions, without them even noticing, and they wouldn't even know if their self had been stripped away.
At this moment, they suddenly had a bit more understanding for Magneto.
No wonder it was said that Magneto didn't dare to take off that helmet capable of blocking Telepathy even when bathing, sleeping, or going to the bathroom; facing an existence that could peer into your heart and control you at any time, the pressure was indeed not generally great!
However, that powerful mental force only blocked Jean's detection and never made any further moves.
Scott suppressed the unease in his heart and gritted his teeth: "Regardless, let's go out and see first."
Everyone had no objections and nervously walked out of the medical room, arriving at the open space outside the school building.
Soon, they saw those few strange figures.
The leader was a man wearing a strange metal mask.
Before they even got close, a thick wave of malice rushed towards them, making one feel terrified.
The visitors were not kind!
The X-Men's hearts sank, almost subconsciously categorizing the other party into the villain faction on Magneto's side, even placing them above Magneto.
At least when Magneto took off his battle robe, he looked like an old man playing chess in the park; not to say he was kind-faced, but he was at least human-looking.
But this person in front of them radiated an evil aura from head to toe that screamed "I am not a good person"; if he walked on the street, he would definitely be the type to be stopped by patrol police for an ID check.
And beside this person stood two figures.
The one on the left was wearing a tight blood-red uniform, wearing a panda-eye mask, and carrying all kinds of weapons on his body without any concealment.
The figure on the right was wearing a yellow uniform, wearing a half-face mask that covered the upper half of his face, revealing a white man's chin, with pointed protrusions on both sides of the mask resembling animal ears, which looked more like two Batmans kissing upon closer inspection.
This red and yellow combination looked just like scrambled eggs with tomatoes at first glance.
These three, needless to say, were naturally the time-traveling Darian, Wade, and Logan.
Darian and Wade wore their respective signature outfits, while the brand-new uniform on Logan was bought from the previous parallel World; that World had quite a few X-Men peripherals, so they conveniently bought a set of Wolverine's comic uniform for Logan to wear.
Logan was originally not very willing, but he couldn't resist the fact that Laura, this little fan girl of the X-Men, also liked it, so he obediently put it on.
Looking at the three people with very different styles in front of him, Scott looked wary: "Who are you people?"
"Let me introduce myself, I am the Black King of the Hellfire Club."
Darian stepped forward and said in a contemptuous tone: "And this place, from now on, is under our control."