[Marvel : Mutant God] Chapter 81 - 85

Chapter 81: Aesthetic Unity, Professor X's Wooing

"Thank you for taking care of Clarice?"

After hearing Richard's offer, Professor X's expression registered surprise.

Though Richard's proposal was unexpected, Xavier quickly weighed his options. One fact stood paramount: Richard possessed extraordinary power—exceeding the combined strength of Cyclops, Storm, and Wolverine. If he volunteered to help contain Jean, this represented an invaluable asset.

Xavier saw no reason to refuse.

"Your willingness to help contain Jean would be tremendously beneficial," Xavier responded directly, foregoing any attempt to discern Richard's underlying motivations.

"As I said, consider it repayment for your guardianship of Clarice," Richard replied smoothly.

He certainly couldn't reveal his primary objective: to defeat Dark Phoenix and claim the system's mission reward.

Though Xavier wondered if Richard harbored additional motives, he tactfully refrained from further inquiry. Simultaneously, the idea of recruiting Richard into the X-Men resurfaced in his mind.

How remarkable it would be if he joined the X-Men!

Xavier sighed inwardly, but quickly dismissed the unrealistic notion.

For most mutants, X-Men membership represented a coveted honor—an opportunity they would embrace without hesitation. Unfortunately, Richard belonged to the minority who showed no interest in the team.

Moreover, Xavier suspected Richard might be more aligned with Magneto's Brotherhood of Mutants. This suspicion had intensified when, the day after Magneto departed with Wanda and Pietro, the self-proclaimed "Master of Magnetism" had called Xavier specifically to boast about his newly discovered children.

While explaining that Wanda and Pietro had been rescued by Richard from the Hellfire Club's research facility, Magneto's underlying message hadn't escaped Xavier. After decades of friendship and rivalry, Xavier recognized Magneto's true purpose: beyond flaunting his newfound paternal status to a solitary old man, Magneto was subtly indicating his rapport with Richard, implying the possibility of eventually recruiting him into the Brotherhood.

Neither Xavier nor Magneto had abandoned hope of securing Richard's allegiance, though neither had discovered how to accomplish this.

"I never perceived you as inherently malevolent, Richard," Xavier observed thoughtfully. "Though some of your actions strike me as excessive. But let's not dwell on philosophical differences. Since you've offered your assistance with Jean, I'll defer to your judgment in this matter."

"I'll do everything in my power," Richard affirmed with a nod.

After discussing Phoenix, they conversed about more casual topics for over ten minutes.

"As this is your first visit to the school," Xavier suggested with a smile, "perhaps Clarice could provide a tour of our facilities."

"I'd appreciate that," Richard replied readily.

"You needn't be so formal," Xavier assured him. "Though you aren't a student here, you're welcome anytime. Should you wish it, we could even arrange permanent accommodations."

Despite Xavier's diplomatic phrasing, Richard recognized his persistent recruitment efforts. This was perfectly understandable—no leader would willingly relinquish the opportunity to acquire exceptional talent.

Richard had expected Xavier to summon Clarice telepathically. Instead, the Professor retrieved a mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Jean Grey.

The call connected quickly. "Jean, please ask Clarice to come to my office," Xavier requested.

After ending the call, Xavier turned to Richard. "Does my approach seem unnecessarily convoluted? Why employ a more cumbersome method when telepathy would suffice?"

"Somewhat," Richard acknowledged.

Xavier nodded. "Mutant abilities provide undeniable convenience, but relying on them exclusively fosters dependency and potential abuse. Furthermore, frequent power usage inevitably provokes envy."

He leaned forward slightly. "The general population's prejudice against mutants stems partly from our different appearances, but primarily from jealousy regarding our abilities. Envy is a fundamental aspect of human nature—affecting not only ordinary humans but mutants as well."

Minutes later, Jean arrived with Clarice. Though Clarice's physical appearance remained largely unchanged from months earlier, she now carried herself with noticeably greater confidence and vitality.

"Clarice, you and Richard are old friends," Xavier said. "Would you please show him around the school?"

"Of course, Professor," Clarice agreed immediately.

"I won't keep you any longer, Professor," Richard said, rising from his seat.

"Enjoy your tour," Xavier replied warmly.

Richard and Clarice departed the office together.

"Have you adjusted to life here?" Richard inquired as soon as they were alone.

"Yes," Clarice replied brightly. "Everyone's been incredibly welcoming, and Dr. Grey and the others have taught us so much." Her delicate features brightened with anticipation. "By the way, I can now create spatial gates extending up to one hundred kilometers!"

Her expression clearly communicated, "Aren't you impressed?"

"That's excellent progress," Richard praised sincerely. Though her advancement seemed modest by his standards, her achievement deserved acknowledgment.

Clarice beamed at his recognition, then proceeded to guide him through the school with enthusiasm.

She led him through all the school's facilities—classrooms, library, basketball court, cafeteria, dormitories, gardens, garage—excluding only the X-Men's underground headquarters.

During their tour, Richard and Clarice predictably attracted considerable attention from the student body. Even without employing telepathy, Richard easily detected the jealous glances from male students.

Though Clarice possessed distinctly Asian features and lacked the voluptuous physique typical of Western girls her age, she exemplified a universal truth: when beauty reaches a certain threshold, aesthetic preferences converge completely.

Noticing the envious looks from male students, Richard decided to tease Clarice. "Evidently, your recent months have yielded not only extended teleportation range but also numerous admirers."

"That's not true!" Clarice protested, immediately flustered like a startled cat. "I don't have any boyfriend here. I'm completely single!"

She fixed him with her large, pale green eyes, silently challenging him to dispute her claim.

The changes are remarkable, Richard thought.

Three months ago, Clarice would never have displayed such spirited indignation. Having spent years alongside Sabretooth, constantly relocating to avoid capture, she'd had minimal opportunity to interact with peers, let alone develop close friendships.

After three months among contemporaries at Xavier's School, she had blossomed into the vibrant young woman she was meant to be.

Regarding Clarice thoughtfully, Richard adopted a serious expression. "If you truly have no suitors, then I face a dilemma."

"What do you mean?" Clarice asked, puzzled.

Meeting her gaze, Richard replied deliberately, "It would reflect poorly on me—suggesting either a fundamental flaw in my aesthetic judgment or an inexplicable attraction to a woman others find unappealing."

What?

Clarice froze momentarily.

Then, a delicate blush suffused her fair, oval face.

Though inexperienced in romance, Clarice had been drawn to Richard from their first encounter, just as he had been captivated by her. At her age—the threshold of first love—it would have been unnatural not to feel stirrings of attraction toward a handsome, powerful young man, particularly one who had saved her life.

Though technically her capture had resulted from their meeting, which exposed her location, she clearly didn't hold this against him.

"You... like me?" she asked shyly.

Observing Clarice's blushing countenance, a thought crossed Richard's mind: Few truths in this world exceed the eloquence of a woman's blush.

Though aware of the answer Clarice sought, Richard couldn't resist teasing her further. "No, you've misunderstood. I merely observed that no one pursues unattractive girls."

Unattractive?

Clarice, who had anticipated an affirmative response, stared in momentary shock before puffing her cheeks indignantly.

"I am NOT unattractive!"

After approximately an hour at Xavier's School, Richard teleported back to Emma Frost's apartment.

He hadn't brought Clarice with him, nor had he engaged in typical romantic activities with her at the school.

Though Clarice had evolved considerably over the past three months, Richard, as with Wanda, had no intention of pursuing intimacy prematurely. Whether with Clarice or Wanda, the timing wasn't yet optimal.

A skilled hunter requires patience above all.

Chapter 82: X-Gene Cure, Fusion of the Masamune and Yamato

Time flows relentlessly.

Before Richard realized it, three months had passed.

He had expected Phoenix to lose control and transform into Dark Phoenix relatively quickly, but this assumption had proven overly simplistic. Throughout these three months, Jean Grey hadn't displayed any signs of instability or unusual behavior. Perhaps due to Richard's "warning," Professor X had deliberately reduced Jean's involvement in field missions.

Though Phoenix hadn't yet lost control, the mission carried no time limit, allowing Richard to wait patiently for the inevitable opportunity.

During these three months, he had embraced the lifestyle of a New York billionaire. After resolving Tony's anxiety and insomnia issues, the industrialist had introduced Richard to Manhattan's elite social circles, initiating him into high society's distinctive brand of decadence. Though superficially frivolous, Richard had to admit this lifestyle held undeniable appeal.

The social scene had exposed him to countless socialites, debutantes, and aristocrats. Throughout these months, he'd encountered numerous actresses, models, journalists, flight attendants, and college students—all desperately attempting to integrate themselves into upper-class society.

After experiencing this world firsthand, Richard better understood how Tony Stark—fundamentally an engineering genius—had developed his notorious playboy reputation before becoming Iron Man. Indeed, even Richard, after only brief exposure to this lifestyle, detected concerning indications of similar tendencies developing within himself.

Lust truly is the root of all evil. Carnal desire cuts like a blade to the bone. Say no to vice—starting now!

Despite sharing Tony's bohemian existence, Richard hadn't neglected his training during these months. His dedicated practice had successfully elevated both Octoslash and Judgement Cut End to level four. Though his other abilities hadn't advanced as dramatically, their proficiency had significantly improved.

Most importantly, he had increased Sephiroth's template fusion percentage to 60%.

While the rise from 45% to 60% represented substantial progress, it brought unwelcome news. The threshold required to manifest the One-Winged Angel form far exceeded his initial estimates.

He had originally hypothesized that surpassing the 50% critical point would unlock either the One-Winged Angel transformation or signature abilities like Heartless Angel. However, even at 60% fusion, the angelic form remained inaccessible. As for abilities like Heartless Angel, they showed no signs of awakening.

Though somewhat disappointing, the improved template integration yielded significant benefits. Primary among these was his expanded magical capacity:

[Mana: 5000/5000 (recovery rate: 1500 points per hour)]

Three months earlier, his total magical power had capped at 2000 points. Now it had more than doubled to 5000 points. Beyond the improvements from upgrading Judgement Cut End and Octoslash to level four, most of this dramatic increase stemmed directly from enhanced template fusion.

The second major benefit was improved magical control. He could now emulate Sephiroth's ability to materialize both clothing and the Masamune using pure mana.

After mastering these techniques, Richard first experimented with conjuring Sephiroth's complete outfit. Then he began attempting to merge the Masamune and Yamato into a single weapon.

Neither the Masamune nor Yamato qualified as ordinary metal weapons. Though both possessed physical forms, they exhibited capabilities far beyond conventional armaments.

Following Sephiroth's "resurrection," he could manifest the Masamune through energy manipulation. Similarly, the Yamato had demonstrated its ability to merge with Nero's demonic arm.

After multiple attempts, Richard successfully combined the Masamune and Yamato. Essentially, he embedded the Yamato within the magically-formed Masamune.

Due to this fusion, the Masamune gained the Yamato's "separation" ability, significantly enhancing its sharpness and facilitating easier execution of Judgement Cut End.

When necessary, he could extract the Yamato again, wielding the Masamune in his left hand and Yamato in his right to implement his distinctive dual-sword style. However, once separated, the Masamune would lose its "separation" capability, reverting to its original form.

Beyond the dual-sword approach, Richard could now employ a three-sword style by summoning the Phantom Swords. This would enable him to fight similarly to a certain green-haired swordsman, with one critical difference—rather than gripping a sword between his teeth, Richard would control the Phantom Sword telekinetically. Biting a sword's hilt hardly suited his current aesthetic.

Approximately 9:00 AM Silver Manor, New York Suburbs

After Tony introduced him to New York's elite society, Richard had relocated from Emma Frost's luxury apartment to Silver Manor. The name carried no particular significance—he had selected it arbitrarily.

A shrill phone ring echoed through the master bedroom, rousing Richard from his slumber. Checking the display, he saw Tony's name and answered with resigned exasperation:

"This better be important. If you're calling to recommend those twin models like last time, I'll personally dismantle every suit in your collection."

Though their acquaintance spanned merely three months, Richard and Tony had rapidly developed a friendship based on similar sensibilities. According to Tony, Richard ranked fourth on his friendship hierarchy—behind only Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, and Colonel Rhodes, but ahead of Bruce Banner.

While Pepper had transformed Tony from playboy to devoted partner, Richard had embraced the lifestyle Tony had abandoned.

"Do I really seem that tiresome?" Tony's voice crackled through the speaker.

"You're not just similar to me—you're my reflection," Richard retorted.

"Then let me clarify that you've misinterpreted me. I'm not nearly as predictable as you imagine," Tony replied. "I'm calling with serious information. You—or rather, all mutants—are about to face significant complications."

Mutants facing complications?

Richard frowned immediately.

Extracting his arm from beneath Emma Frost's pillow, he sat upright and inquired, "What kind of trouble are we facing?"

Tony didn't equivocate: "I've received intelligence that Trask Industries has developed a cure for the X-Gene. They're holding an official press conference tomorrow morning."

What?

Richard froze at this revelation.

He was intimately familiar with both the concept of an X-Gene cure and Trask Industries. Moreover, he understood precisely what would happen if such a cure became widely available.

"You're certain Trask Industries has developed this X-Gene cure?" he asked gravely.

"I wouldn't have contacted you without verification," Tony confirmed. "From what I understand, this X-Gene treatment is remarkably effective—capable of neutralizing any mutations caused by the X-Gene. As a mutant, you comprehend the implications."

His voice grew more serious. "Additionally, various White House officials have mentioned you recently—seemingly interested in resuming targeting you."

"They want to hunt me again?" Richard smiled grimly. "If that's their intention, they should prepare for the consequences."

To everyone else, Richard's abilities originated entirely from the X-Gene. Only he knew that his mutant powers constituted merely a fraction of his capabilities. Even without X-Gene abilities, he would retain strength far beyond ordinary humans.

"I've conveyed all essential information," Tony stated. "Your next steps are yours to determine. I should mention that two months ago, the military placed orders with several weapons manufacturers for firearms designed to fire specialized ammunition."

"I acknowledge your formidable abilities, but this cure presents genuine danger. Once administered, even you would lose your powers."

Tony's voice softened slightly. "However, should you be captured, don't despair. I'll definitely engineer your rescue. You're fourth on my friendship list—I won't abandon you."

Though unable to see Tony's expression, Richard recognized the sincerity in his words.

"Don't worry," Richard assured him. "If I were that easily captured, I wouldn't have survived long enough to become your friend."

"That's all for now. Thank you for the warning."

Richard ended the call and sighed deeply.

So it still emerged?

He had initially believed this universe wouldn't develop an X-Gene cure. After all, this wasn't the X-Men cinematic universe—neither the Statue of Liberty incident nor the Alkali Lake catastrophe had occurred.

Though unexpected, Richard quickly reconciled himself to this development. Even outside the X-Men movie continuity, if American authorities discovered mutants with abilities similar to Leech's power-nullifying capacity, developing a mutant cure became inevitable.

As long as mutants existed, neither the United States nor other global powers would abandon research into methods of neutralizing them.

"Is this X-Gene cure truly dangerous?" Emma Frost asked.

"Extremely dangerous for mutants without enhanced physical resilience," Richard replied.

"That shouldn't concern you," she observed. "If bullets can't penetrate your skin, you're certainly immune."

"Not necessarily," Richard countered. "The X-Gene cure might not be limited to injection delivery. They could develop alternative administration methods—mixing it into water supplies or food, possibly even creating an airborne variant."

If the cure were delivered solely via darts as depicted in the films, Richard would indeed remain unconcerned. Even standing motionless while targeted by such projectiles, his defenses would prevent penetration, eliminating any risk of the cure entering his system.

However, if Trask Industries developed alternative delivery mechanisms, the situation became far less predictable.

Though the X-Gene cure's emergence was unexpected, Richard found himself more concerned with Phoenix's inevitable loss of control. He doubted the timing was coincidental. In his assessment, the X-Gene cure would likely serve as the catalyst triggering Jean Grey's transformation into Dark Phoenix.

Chapter 83: The Illuminati, Professor X's Funeral Arrangements

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

Not long after Richard discovered that Trask Industries had developed a mutant gene-curing drug and scheduled a press conference for tomorrow morning, Professor Xavier also learned of this development.

While Charles Xavier couldn't match Tony Stark in terms of personal assets or high-level connections, obtaining insider information inaccessible to ordinary citizens wasn't particularly challenging for him. After all, the Xavier family had been established American aristocracy since before World War II, when they'd already amassed considerable wealth.

Though Charles himself had never shown interest in business ventures or political aspirations, both his family fortune and network of influential contacts had expanded significantly over the years. Upon learning about the X-gene neutralizing agent, he immediately summoned Jean, Cyclops, and the other X-Men.

X-Men Underground Base - Meeting Room

Professor X sat at the head of the conference table, methodically explaining the details of the X-gene cure before soliciting opinions from Jean Grey and the others.

"X-Gene is not a disease and does not need a cure," Scott Summers declared without hesitation. "We must destroy this so-called 'cure' at its source."

As the current field leader of the X-Men, Cyclops had more dealings with government authorities than anyone except Professor X himself. He understood the federal government's modus operandi all too well—and just how ruthless officials could be in pursuing their objectives.

"Even if they initially present this as a choice," Scott continued, his jaw tight with tension, "sooner or later the authorities will force every mutant to be 'cured.' It's the Mutant Restriction Act all over again, just in a different form."

He didn't need to remind anyone about their recent meeting at the Department of Mutant Affairs headquarters with Griffin Todd and Winston Lambert. The encounter had been deeply unpleasant, with Todd and Lambert's attitudes nearly causing even the perpetually even-tempered Professor X to lose his composure on the spot.

Charles had barely managed to stop Scott from demolishing the entire Department building with an optic blast. If the Professor hadn't intervened, Cyclops would have reduced the government facility to smoking rubble.

"I agree with Scott," Storm's regal voice added after Cyclops finished. "Given the government's consistent approach to mutant affairs, forced injections are only a matter of time. Rather than waiting until we've lost all leverage, it's better to act now while the initiative remains ours."

Jean Grey nodded in agreement with both of them. As Scott's girlfriend, Phoenix Girl naturally aligned with Cyclops' perspective.

Logan grunted his assent as well. While Wolverine maintained his gruff, cold demeanor around others, around Jean he transformed into something else entirely—lovestruck and eager to please. Though he disagreed with her refusal to leave Cyclops, he supported virtually all her other decisions. The others had noticed his puppy-dog behavior around Phoenix, even if Logan believed he concealed it well.

After listening to all four opinions, Professor X remained silent for several contemplative seconds before speaking deliberately.

"The creation of an X-gene cure isn't necessarily catastrophic," he said, his fingers forming a steeple before him. "For mutants with pronounced physical mutations who struggle with integration, or those with powers too dangerous to control, this treatment could allow them the normal life they desperately want. We cannot ethically deprive them of that choice."

His eyes grew more serious as he continued, "However, we must also prevent the authorities from making this 'cure' mandatory for all mutants. I'll locate the source of this cure immediately. Once we have complete information, I'll decide whether to neutralize the threat entirely or establish controls over its distribution."

Like Cyclops, Charles was acutely aware of how government agencies operated. Yet he couldn't support completely destroying the X-gene cure. For those mutants who yearned to live as ordinary humans again, this serum represented their only hope of normalcy. Unilaterally eliminating that hope contradicted everything he stood for.

Though Professor X hadn't fully endorsed his position, Cyclops wasn't surprised. He'd anticipated Xavier's ethical reservations from the beginning.

Brotherhood of Mutants Headquarters

Meanwhile, Magneto had also learned about the X-Gene Cure from Mystique's intelligence report. Unlike Xavier's measured response, Erik immediately ordered the Brotherhood to stop Trask Industries' press conference by any means necessary.

Where Charles saw a potential lifeline for suffering mutants, Magneto recognized only a weapon designed for mutant extinction. Though the injection wouldn't physically kill its recipients—merely stripping them of their powers and rendering them ordinary humans—Erik considered this effect tantamount to genocide. From his perspective, it wasn't curing a disease but erasing an identity.

As a weapon specifically engineered to eradicate mutantkind, Magneto believed the X-gene cure must be destroyed at all costs.

Silver Manor - New York Suburbs

Unlike Professor X and Magneto, who focused intently on the mutant cure, Richard's thoughts were elsewhere. His primary concern wasn't Trask's serum but rather when Jean might lose control of her powers.

That's Vergil's true demon form!

No one would ever complain about having too much power, and Richard certainly wouldn't. The Template System had granted him abilities—and he relished each new acquisition.

In the first-floor dining room of the manor's main building, Richard and Emma Frost enjoyed lunch after spending nearly two hours engaged in "morning exercise" in the bedroom.

"I'll head over to Xavier's school later to collect Clarice and bring her back to the manor," Richard mentioned between bites.

"Mmm," Emma responded with a nod, showing no displeasure at his statement.

Though Richard planned to bring another woman to their home, Emma Frost saw nothing objectionable in the arrangement. In truth, she now welcomed additional partners to help share what she privately considered an exhausting burden.

Richard said nothing more, instead focusing on enjoying the delicious Chinese lunch before him. After relocating from Emma's apartment to Silver Manor, he had specifically recruited several highly-paid Chinese chefs. While they didn't represent all eight major Chinese culinary traditions, these few master chefs more than satisfied his daily cravings for authentic Chinese cuisine.

After finishing his meal, Richard didn't immediately depart for Xavier's School. Instead, he retreated to his study to research Trask Industries online.

In the cinematic version of events he recalled, Worthington Corporation had developed the cure, not Trask Industries. His brief internet search revealed that in this universe, Trask Industries had indeed been founded by Bolivar Trask, who had also invented the Sentinel robots as in other timelines.

The key difference was that this universe lacked the time-travel elements from the films—there would be no future X-Men returning to prevent a dystopian outcome. Though Richard could only access public information through his search, it provided sufficient background for his purposes.

After absorbing what he needed about Trask Industries, he teleported directly to his destination.

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

Upon arriving at the mutant academy, Richard had intended to briefly inform Professor X of his visit before collecting Clarice and departing.

Xavier, however, had other ideas.

"When did you learn about the X-gene cure?" Professor X asked, his piercing gaze fixing on Richard with unexpected intensity.

"This morning," Richard replied simply.

"Then what do you intend to do about it?" Professor X continued.

"Nothing for now," Richard said, his expression neutral. "Whether this X-gene cure exists or not, my principle remains unchanged—I don't interfere with others unless they interfere with me first."

He leaned forward slightly, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "If anyone believes they can challenge me just because they possess a genetic neutralizer, I'll be happy to demonstrate how gravely mistaken they are."

He straightened again. "If there's nothing else, Professor, I'd like to see Clarice now."

Professor X quickly raised a hand. "Actually, I have something to ask of you."

"What is it?" Richard asked, genuine confusion crossing his features.

"If anything happens to me," Xavier said, his expression suddenly solemn, "there's someone I want you to meet."

Meet someone?

Richard frowned slightly at the Professor's grave tone. He couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that Xavier was making advance arrangements for his own funeral.

"Who exactly am I supposed to meet?" Richard pressed.

"I can't tell you that yet," Xavier replied, his gaze steady. "But I've made arrangements. If anything happens to me, someone will send you a letter with all the necessary information. You'll understand everything after reading it."

Though Xavier hadn't revealed the identity of this mysterious contact, one name immediately flashed through Richard's mind:

The Illuminati!

Could he really be asking me to meet with the Illuminati? Richard wondered silently.

He knew the organization's membership roster from the comics—Reed Richards, Black Bolt, Namor, Doctor Strange, and others—but had no way to confirm whether the group existed in this universe. The only thing he could be certain of was that if the Illuminati did exist here, Tony Stark wasn't among their number. The Tony of this world lacked the gravity and trustworthiness of his comic counterpart.

After considering for a moment, Richard nodded. "If someone sends me such a letter, I'll meet with this mysterious person you've mentioned, Professor."

Though uncertain about Xavier's intentions, he saw no harm in agreeing to the request.

Xavier studied him with evident satisfaction before nodding his thanks.

After leaving the Professor's office, Richard quickly located Clarice. She hadn't yet heard about the X-gene cure and was chatting with a group of girls her age on the lawn behind the school's main building.

When Clarice spotted Richard approaching, surprise flashed across her face before she trotted over to meet him.

"What brings you here?" she asked eagerly. "Did you come specifically to see me?"

"I'm here to take you to the manor," Richard explained. "I've just spoken with the Professor. Your classes here are complete—or rather, you've graduated."

Clarice's expression sharpened. "Has something happened outside?"

Though she lacked extensive life experience, Clarice was far from naive. She immediately sensed something was amiss.

"Yes," Richard confirmed, not elaborating. "We'll explain everything after we return to the manor. Is there anything you need to collect? If not, we can leave immediately."

"I don't have much to take with me," Clarice said softly, "but I need some time to say goodbye to my friends here."

"No problem," Richard replied. "I'll wait for you here. Find me when you're finished."

Clarice nodded and turned back toward the girls she'd been chatting with earlier.

Richard settled onto a nearby bench to wait patiently. Time passed gradually, and before he realized it, more than ten minutes had elapsed.

Before Clarice returned, a young couple approached Richard. Though he had never met them personally, he recognized them instantly: "Iceman" Bobby Drake and "Rogue" Marie.

Bobby halted before him, clearly unsure how to begin the conversation, an awkward expression frozen on his face.

"Can I help you with something?" Richard prompted, noting the young man's discomfort.

"Um... Mr. Wesley," Rogue spoke up before Bobby could find his voice, "Bobby and I are both huge fans of yours. Would it be okay if we took a picture with you?" Her face shone with expectation.

Mr. Wesley?

Richard smiled at the formal address. "I'm not much older than you—possibly even younger. There's no need for formalities. And yes, photos are absolutely fine."

He stood from the bench, though he could tell that despite Rogue's claim about them both being his "huge fans," Bobby seemed distinctly uncomfortable and possibly even resistant to the idea. His mild-mannered nature alone made him an unlikely candidate for fandom of someone with Richard's reputation.

Rogue ignored Bobby's reluctance, happily retrieving her cell phone and handing it to Iceman, instructing him to take several photos of her with Richard first. After capturing those shots, she insisted Bobby join them for a few group pictures as well.

When the impromptu photo session concluded, Bobby immediately attempted to steer Rogue away, but she pulled a notebook and pen from her bag.

"Would you mind signing this for me too?" she asked Richard.

"Of course," he agreed, accepting the items. As he prepared to sign, he said casually, "Your names are Bobby and Marie, right?"

"Yes!" Rogue's eyes widened in surprise. "Mr. Wesley, you know who we are?"

"I do," Richard confirmed. "I'm also familiar with your abilities."

His expression turned serious as he handed the notebook back. "I'll offer you both a small piece of advice: the powers you possess are far more significant than you currently realize."

While it remained uncertain whether Iceman and Rogue would ever develop their abilities to the extraordinary levels depicted in the comics, their powers were formidable nonetheless. Had they been his enemies, Richard would have nullified those abilities without hesitation—especially Bobby's, which possessed Omega-level potential far beyond ordinary cryokinesis.

"Bobby's powers are amazing," Rogue said with a frown, "but mine are terrible. If I could choose, I'd rather not have mutantpowers at all."

Hearing her response, Richard knew she would likely volunteer for the X-gene cure given the opportunity, just as she had in the film timeline. From his perspective, her choice was profoundly misguided, but he had no intention of intervening.

Let go of the need to fix everyone else's fate. Respect their choices, even the foolish ones.

After tucking away her notebook, Rogue thanked Richard warmly before departing with Bobby.

Seeing Rogue's successful encounter, other mutant students nearby began moving toward Richard, clearly hoping for similar autographs and photos. Before they could reach him, however, Clarice returned, dragging a small suitcase.

Without hesitation, Richard slipped his arm around Clarice's slender waist.

Teleportation!

In an instant, they vanished from the mutant students' sight, reappearing in the reception room on the first floor of Silver Manor.

There, Clarice immediately noticed Emma Frost dressed in an elegant white pencil skirt that accentuated her curves perfectly. She turned to Richard with wide, questioning eyes.

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Chapter 84: Richard's Call, The Domineering Magneto

Seeing Clarice's questioning look, Richard realized he had overlooked something critical—while he had told Emma about Clarice, he had never mentioned Emma to Clarice.

"Who is this woman?" Clarice asked, her voice tinged with hurt as she pointed at Emma Frost, whose white pencil skirt perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure and long, elegant legs.

After hearing Clarice's question, Richard deliberated for only a moment before coming to a decision. He spoke calmly and directly:

"Her name is Emma, and she's my woman."

He didn't attempt to describe Emma as a housekeeper, business partner, or anything else—he simply stated the unvarnished truth.

Of course, he knew precisely how Clarice would react to this revelation, but he had no intention of concealing it from her. His reasoning was twofold:

First, such secrets could remain hidden temporarily, but never permanently.

Second, as a transmigrator who aspired to build a harem—and was already in the process of doing so—if he lacked the courage to admit his polygamous intentions, he would be truly pathetic. Whether others viewed him as lustful or fickle didn't concern him in the slightest. There was no shame in acknowledging his true nature.

Better to be honest about your desires than to be a hypocrite who indulges secretly while denying publicly, he thought. That kind of cowardice—acting without admitting—is the true disgrace.

Just as Richard anticipated, Clarice's already wounded expression grew more pained. Her large, light green eyes immediately misted over, appearing moments away from spilling tears.

Seeing her reaction, Richard continued evenly: "I'm not a conventional 'good man,' Clarice. I'm not the loyal, devoted type that stories celebrate."

He maintained steady eye contact as he spoke. "Besides Emma, there will be other women in my life in the future."

"If you can't accept this—if you think I'm despicable—that's perfectly understandable. I can return you to Xavier's School immediately."

Though Richard possessed the ability to use telepathy on Clarice—to implant psychological suggestions or directly alter her mindset as he had with Emma—he had no intention of doing so. His manipulation of Emma's subconscious had been justified because she had been a member of the Hellfire Club and his enemy at the time. No matter how attracted he had been to her, he couldn't lower his guard simply because he desired her.

But Clarice was different. She had never been his adversary. More importantly, if he had to resort to telepathic manipulation every time he wished to win a woman's affection, the entire endeavor would become hollow and meaningless.

After hearing Richard's declaration, Clarice's modest chest began to rise and fall rapidly with agitation. Even without employing telepathy, Richard could perceive her internal struggle. He didn't pressure her for an immediate answer, waiting patiently for her decision.

Time stretched between them.

After approximately a minute of tense silence, Clarice first shot Emma a hostile glare before turning back to Richard.

"Where is my room?" she asked, her voice tight but controlled.

"It's the third room on the left, second floor," Richard replied, then added, "Never mind—I'll take you there myself."

With that, he once again slipped his arm around Clarice's slender waist and prepared to teleport.

Just as they began to dematerialize, Richard caught Emma silently mouthing the words, "Very responsible, Your Majesty~~~"

Because her codename was Emma Frost, Emma had developed a habit of addressing Richard as "Your Majesty" during their philosophical debates on the nature of existence. Personally, Richard would have preferred almost any other form of address—even something paternal—over this royal designation. But despite his repeated requests, Emma refused to abandon the title.

In truth, she only relented when she was at her most vulnerable and could no longer maintain her composure.

Emma had mentally prepared herself for the likelihood that Richard would hesitate to acknowledge their relationship openly. After all, he had only subtly altered her subconscious rather than completely rewriting her memories or cognitive abilities. She remained fully aware that Richard had known Clarice for a considerable time and that her own relationship with him had commenced under unconventional circumstances.

What she hadn't anticipated was his willingness to openly declare her as "his woman" in Clarice's presence. Though Emma had long outgrown girlish fantasies of romantic ideals, Richard's straightforward declaration reassured her that she hadn't pledged herself to the wrong man.

Second Bedroom, Second Floor

After teleporting Clarice to her new accommodations, Richard gestured around the space. "If you're not satisfied with this room, we can always change it," he offered. "If you want different decor or furniture, just tell me directly, and I'll have everything rearranged according to your preferences."

"No, it's perfect as it is," Clarice replied without hesitation. Her quick response wasn't motivated by politeness—she was genuinely pleased with her new quarters.

The days when she had hidden from Sabretooth seemed distant now. Even the safe house that Victor Creed had eventually arranged for her had been exceedingly basic.

As for her accommodations at Xavier's School, while the institution's main building rivaled Silver Manor in overall scale, it had been converted into an educational facility housing numerous students simultaneously. This meant mutant students typically shared rooms with several others. The fortunate ones might be assigned to double rooms, while the less lucky could find themselves in quarters designed for four or even six occupants.

It was no exaggeration to say that this private bedroom represented the finest living arrangement Clarice had ever experienced. But this was hardly surprising, considering the manor had been carefully selected by White House officials from among many confiscated properties as compensation for Richard.

"As long as you're satisfied, go ahead and unpack your belongings," Richard said.

"Mmm-hmm," Clarice nodded, already examining the space with growing appreciation.

Reception Room, First Floor – Ten Minutes Later

After giving Clarice time to settle in, Richard escorted her to the reception room, where he briefly explained the situation regarding the X-Gene Cure.

After listening to Richard's explanation, Clarice immediately understood why he had suddenly appeared at Xavier's School to retrieve her.

Though most students at the mutant academy would likely reject the cure, the emergence of an X-Gene Cure would inevitably trigger a cascade of societal reactions. More concerning was the question of what the government might do once armed with a "special weapon" designed specifically to counter mutants. No one could guarantee the safety of Xavier's School under such circumstances.

The U.S. government had previously tolerated the school's existence for two primary reasons: first, because Professor X and the X-Men weren't as radical as Magneto's Brotherhood; and second, because officials weren't confident they could successfully confront Xavier and his team. Otherwise, they would have long ago made an example of the school to intimidate other mutants about the consequences of organizing.

The Following Morning - 10:00 AM

Trask Industries held their press conference for the X-Gene Cure in front of their Washington D.C. headquarters. Though Washington wasn't far from New York, Richard opted to remain at Silver Manor and watch the live broadcast rather than attending in person.

He wasn't alone in this decision—neither Professor X nor Phoenix had chosen to make an appearance at the event either.

"In my professional opinion, what we call 'mutants' are ordinary humans who are suffering," Bolivar Trask's grandson declared from the podium. "Their affliction isn't caused by conventional disease, but by genetic mutation."

Lucivar Trask gestured emphatically as he continued. "Until now, we've had no effective way to address these mutations. But we've finally discovered a method to restore these individuals to normalcy."

The cameras panned across the assembled crowd as he spoke.

"My grandfather developed the Sentinel robots hoping to protect ordinary citizens. While the Sentinels have provided a degree of security, they cannot fundamentally resolve the underlying issue. I've discovered a more elegant solution than my grandfather's mechanical guardians."

Trask's voice swelled with pride. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm honored to introduce Trask Industries' latest achievement in mutant gene therapy—the X-Gene Cure!"

He held up a vial containing luminescent blue liquid.

"With a single injection, any mutation caused by the X-gene will normalize within seconds! This isn't a weapon—it's an antidote to genetic abnormality. Our mission is to help those mutants who wish to return to normal lives and escape the burdens imposed by their mutations."

As Lucivar Trask completed his introduction, a blonde reporter with striking blue eyes raised her hand. Despite her professional gray-white business attire, her curvaceous figure remained evident.

"Mr. Trask," she began, her voice carrying clearly through the assembled crowd, "you've described your formula as an 'antidote,' not a weapon. However, my sources indicate the military placed orders with several defense contractors for specialized injection guns several months ago. Were you aware of this, Mr. Trask?"

The moment she posed her question, cameras swiveled to focus on her.

Why is SHE here?

Richard frowned instantly upon recognizing the reporter. He was intimately familiar with the woman asking the question—quite literally. They had shared what he would describe as a "cordial and in-depth exchange."

What was her name again? Tina? Anna? Irina?

He struggled to recall her name, eventually conceding with frustration that he could only remember her captivating physique and skilled touch.

Just as Lucivar Trask prepared to address her inquiry, a weathered yet commanding voice resonated across the press conference.

"Ms. Reporter, I can provide the answer you seek."

The unexpected interruption immediately drew everyone's attention skyward. Television cameras tilted upward toward the source of the voice.

Magneto!

The Master of Magnetism hovered above the crowd like a crimson deity, his face partially obscured by his distinctive mind-shielding helmet. His cape billowed dramatically in the wind as he gazed down upon the assembly with imperious disdain.

Security personnel immediately drew their sidearms while agents from the Department of Mutant Affairs rushed to form a protective perimeter around Lucivar Trask.

With a casual flick of his fingers, Magneto telekinetically wrenched control of every weapon on site. Pistols and rifles tore free from their owners' grips, rotating in midair to aim at the gathered crowd.

Seconds later, hundreds of specialized firearms designed to fire cure darts streaked through the air from distant locations, surrounding Magneto in a lethal orbital array. He directed these weapons not at the civilians, but at the mutant government agents present.

Though Magneto stood alone, his decisive actions immediately seized control of the entire situation.

Richard wasn't surprised by Magneto's appearance—nor would Professor X or U.S. officials be shocked. This brazen display perfectly aligned with Magneto's operational style. The concept of "subtlety" had no place in Erik Lehnsherr's worldview. If something warranted doing, it warranted doing spectacularly, with the entire world bearing witness.

"Ms. Reporter, this is the answer you sought," Magneto declared, his voice resonating through the broadcast. "The X-Gene 'Cure' is not medicine for mutation—it is a weapon designed to exterminate mutant kind!"

His cold pronouncement reached everyone watching the broadcast, including Richard in his manor.

The mutant agents on scene would have attacked Magneto immediately if circumstances permitted, but they dared not risk action. They understood all too well the devastating potential of the cure-dispensing weapons Magneto now controlled.

After surveying the crowd below, Magneto continued, his voice dripping with authority:

"'Mutant and proud'—words my old friend Charles once shared with me. Today, I extend this message to every mutant watching: We need not feel inferior because of our mutations. We are evolution's vanguard!"

He raised his arms dramatically. "Homo sapiens superseded Neanderthals to become Earth's dominant species. Now, mutants will supersede humanity as the rightful inheritors of this planet's future!"

Magneto paused, his expression shifting subtly. "Finally, I have one more revelation to share..."

As Magneto's speech momentarily halted, Richard experienced a sudden sense of foreboding.

The next moment confirmed his worst suspicions.

"This is counsel that Richard Wesley himself shared during our private conversation," Magneto announced. "Or rather, it's a call to every mutant suffering oppression and discrimination:"

Magneto's voice grew more fervent. "Instead of waiting for so-called heroes to save you, rise up and resist! Only by fighting with every power at your disposal against the injustice you face can you secure the future you deserve!"

"Richard Wesley resisted—and prevailed! He stands as the only mutant ever targeted with an S-level Department of Mutant Affairs warrant that the White House itself was forced to publicly rescind!"

"You may not possess his extraordinary abilities, but you can still follow his example of resistance! Many of you already admire him as your idol. He has proven himself through action—don't you yearn to prove yourselves similarly?"

Magneto's rhetoric intensified. "Do you desire wealth, fame, power? Do you aspire to become the next Richard Wesley? Then rise up as he did!"

"This is the age of mutants—the age of Richard Wesley—and your age as well! Resist! Fight! Richard Wesley has drawn back the curtain on the mutant era. Join him in forging a new destiny for our kind!"

Richard could only stare at the screen in disbelief as Magneto coopted his name and reputation for his radical agenda.

Chapter 85: Acquiring the Heartless Angel, Template Fusion Degree 65%

Shock registered on every face at the press conference—from Lucivar Trask to the blonde reporter, from the agents to the civilians. Back at Silver Manor, Emma Frost and Clarice displayed identical expressions of astonishment as they watched the broadcast.

Even Richard himself couldn't conceal his surprise. While he had anticipated Magneto's appearance at the press conference, he never expected the Master of Magnetism would arrive alone—or that he would invoke Richard's name to call for mutant rebellion.

Magneto's grandiose rhetoric reminded Richard of the anime One Piece. If he didn't know that particular series didn't exist in this universe, he might have suspected the white-haired Magneto was secretly a devoted fan.

The future masters of the earth! The age of mutants! You really dare to say that!

Richard silently criticized Magneto's audacity. Though he understood Magneto wasn't trying to frame him—merely leveraging his influence to inspire other mutants to resist—the Brotherhood leader had still appropriated his name without permission.

More concerning was the impression Magneto's speech created. Anyone listening would naturally assume Magneto supported Richard as the new leader of the mutant community, positioning him to usher in this so-called "mutant era." From that perspective, Magneto had essentially used his lifetime of credibility to elevate Richard's standing.

The problem was that Richard had no desire for such momentum. He had never aspired to become the mutants' new leader—not now, not ever.

If Magneto weren't Wanda's father, Richard would have taught him a severe lesson for this presumption, short of killing him. But that familial connection granted the old mutant a temporary reprieve.

Never mind! Since you're Wanda's father, I'll overlook this transgression... for now.

Noticing Richard's surprised expression, Clarice asked with uncertainty: "Didn't you actually tell him about fighting back?"

"I did say those words," Richard admitted helplessly, "but my advice to him at the time was to spend more time with his family instead of wasting his efforts saving mutants who don't know how to stand up for themselves."

"Do you want to issue some kind of clarification?" Clarice pressed.

"There's nothing to clarify," Richard shook his head, speaking deliberately. "Any attempt to distance myself from his statements would only suggest I fear the authorities, which would create more complications than it solves."

After delivering his inflammatory speech, Magneto engaged in a brief skirmish with the mutant agents protecting Lucivar Trask. Realizing he couldn't eliminate all the agents quickly, Magneto shifted tactics. He forced the surviving agents to scramble for cover by manipulating the cure-dispensing guns, while simultaneously redirecting the conventional firearms toward Lucivar Trask himself.

Ratatatatatatata!

The floating pistols and rifles unleashed a devastating barrage, instantly transforming the defenseless Trask into a bloody sieve.

Having eliminated his primary target, Magneto disregarded the remaining agents and turned his attention to the Trask Industries headquarters building.

Magnetic Field Manipulation!

Under Magneto's overwhelming power, the reinforced concrete structure began to vibrate violently. Reporters and security personnel fled the scene in panic, racing toward the surrounding streets to escape the impending destruction.

Within seconds, the towering Trask Industries headquarters—hundreds of feet tall—imploded as if professionally demolished.

BOOM!

The building's collapse sent seismic tremors through the ground, while thick clouds of pulverized concrete billowed outward like a sandstorm.

Hovering above the devastation, Magneto surveyed his handiwork with satisfaction before vanishing into the distant sky, well ahead of reinforcements from the Department of Mutant Affairs and their Sentinel robots.

He had arrived alone at the X-gene cure's unveiling, assassinated the heavily-guarded Lucivar Trask before countless witnesses, and departed without a scratch.

This was the power of a veteran top-tier mutant.

The live broadcast cut off when the headquarters building began to shake. Even the most dedicated reporters and camera operators prioritized survival over coverage when faced with such destruction.

After the broadcast ended, Richard's phone rang. Seeing Tony's name on the display, he answered.

"Is what Magneto said true?" Tony demanded without preamble. "Did you really suggest that other mutants should rebel?"

"You called just to ask me that?" Richard asked, frowning.

"What else would I call about?" Tony shot back.

Richard sighed heavily before responding. "Yes, it was my suggestion."

Though this wasn't actually what he'd advised Magneto, Richard saw no value in elaborate explanations and simply "confessed."

"I didn't expect you to care about the mutant community," Tony remarked. "It seems I underestimated you. Nothing else—I'll hang up now."

The line went dead.

Moments later, Richard's phone rang again. This time, Professor X was calling with the same inquiry: was Magneto's claim accurate?

Again, Richard "admitted" it without clarification.

After ending the call with Xavier, Richard turned to Clarice and Emma. "I'm heading to the training ground."

"Alright," they responded in unison.

Under their watchful gaze, Richard teleported away instantly.

Training Ground Behind the Main Building

To facilitate his daily skill practice, Richard had commissioned a specialized training facility behind the manor's main building after moving in. Though resembling an indoor sports hall, the space remained deliberately empty, without conventional training equipment—which in no way hindered Richard's regimen.

After teleporting into the training area, Richard immediately summoned the Masamune from his system space.

While the Masamune's appearance remained unchanged from before, its power had increased dramatically. Even without magical enhancement, the blade could now easily slice through reinforced concrete buildings. After fusing with the Yama Sword, the "Separation" ability from that weapon had manifested on the Masamune like an enchantment.

Richard executed a few practice swings before channeling the mana within his body, molding it into a specific form around himself. In an instant, his casual home attire transformed into a black button-down windbreaker with distinctive silver shoulder armor.

The transformation extended beyond just his clothes—his footwear and belts also shifted to match Sephiroth's iconic style. Ever since mastering this magical wardrobe change, Richard had incorporated it into his training regimen, perfectly replicating Sephiroth's appearance each time.

Though this transformation granted no additional combat benefits, Richard enjoyed the aesthetic. Looking impressive was its own reward; everything else was secondary.

With his Sephiroth appearance complete, Richard wasted no further time and immediately began his daily practice.

"Gravesong!"

The Masamune in his left hand cleaved through the air like lightning, executing four smooth, consecutive cuts that left shimmering traces in their wake.

Time Passes

Half a month elapsed in what felt like the blink of an eye.

Significant developments had occurred beyond Silver Manor's walls. The U.S. government and Trask Industries had established "healing rooms" in every major city, offering free X-gene neutralizing injections and reducing the mutant population without bloodshed. Meanwhile, Magneto's Brotherhood launched attacks against these facilities, while mutants influenced by his inflammatory rhetoric initiated various forms of resistance.

Despite the escalating situation outside, Richard rarely left the manor. He no longer participated in the upper-class social scene or appeared in public, instead channeling most of his energy into training.

After two weeks of intensive practice, he had successfully upgraded all his skills to level 4. More significantly, Sephiroth's template fusion degree had increased from 60% to 65%.

As the template integration continued, he awakened a powerful new ability:

Heartless Angel!

In the original game, Heartless Angel forcibly reduced an enemy's health or courage to just 1 point. Though this wasn't a game environment, the skill Richard awakened produced remarkably similar effects.

[Heartless Angel Lv1: After striking an enemy, ignore physical fitness and defense, immediately inflicting a near-death critical injury effect! NOTE: If the difference in strength or life-force is too great, there exists a probability that the skill effect will be nullified!]

As always, the system's explanation remained characteristically terse.

After awakening the Heartless Angel ability, Richard ventured outside to test its effects on various criminals—both human and mutant. His field trials confirmed that Heartless Angel was indeed remarkably equitable in its application.

Regardless of whether the target was an ordinary human or a powerful mutant, regardless of their physical condition or defensive capabilities, Heartless Angel treated them all identically—severely injuring without killing outright.

Though these test subjects ultimately perished, their deaths resulted from subsequent finishing blows or the natural progression of their critical injuries, not from the immediate effects of Heartless Angel itself.

After completing these trials, Richard concluded that Heartless Angel functioned almost like a "karmic law" skill. Though he couldn't determine its precise metaphysical mechanism, he wasn't particularly concerned with theoretical understanding. Knowing its practical effects was sufficient.

Training Ground - Evening

After completing his nightly training session, Richard returned the Masamune to his system space and reverted his clothing to normal.

Teleportation!

Without hesitation, he transported himself directly back to the bedroom in the manor's main building.

Emma Frost, reclining on the bed in a provocative white nightgown, immediately set aside the book she'd been reading when he appeared. She rose gracefully and approached him.

"Should I shower first," she asked, draping her arms around his neck and pressing her curvaceous form against him, "or shall we engage in something mutually... satisfying?"

Richard responded by lifting her by the waist and striding toward the bathroom. "There's no reason we can't do both simultaneously."

Soon, the sound of running water mingled with more passionate acoustics from within the bathroom.

Nearly an hour later, Richard carried a flushed and exhausted Emma back to the bedroom. Not long after, the indomitable White Queen initiated another challenge.

A true duelist never refuses their opponent's invitation—especially when issued by a previously defeated adversary. Without hesitation, Richard and Emma began their second encounter of the night, each refusing to yield as they engaged in an intense exchange of offensive and defensive maneuvers.

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters - X-Men Underground Base - Laboratory

While Richard and Emma were affirming their reputations as duelists through their mutually gratifying contest, another couple demonstrated their synergy in a different context.

Jean Grey and Scott Summers worked in determined silence, analyzing the X-Gene Cure through painstaking reverse engineering.

Though half a month had passed since Trask's press conference, Professor Xavier still hadn't identified the source of the cure. This wasn't due to any diminishment of his telepathic abilities, but rather because the security measures implemented by the government and Trask Industries had reached unprecedented levels.

Even Trask's own researchers remained ignorant of the cure's origin. They received only the undiluted concentrate, with no information about its production or source. Their sole responsibility was diluting the solution to precise specifications and adding secondary ingredients to create the final product.

Though Professor X had anticipated strict security protocols, he hadn't expected such comprehensive compartmentalization. His most significant discovery after two weeks of investigation was that Trask Industries hadn't developed the cure independently—S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Department of Mutant Affairs had contributed numerous specialists to the project.

Among them was Dr. Bruce Banner, holder of seven doctoral degrees. Like Trask's researchers, Banner and his team remained unaware of the raw solution's origin. They hadn't even been fully briefed on the nature of their work, believing they were simply solving technical problems rather than developing a mutant cure.

Beyond the extraordinary security measures, another factor complicated Xavier's search: anti-telepathy technology had matured significantly. In addition to the conventional mind-shielding helmets, Xavier had discovered numerous facilities completely impervious to psychic intrusion.

After decades of fearing the invisible "threat" of telepathy, American researchers had finally developed telepathic countermeasures that could be implemented on a limited scale. This development represented an ominous trend for Xavier, whose powers were exclusively telepathic in nature.

Though these protective measures couldn't be widely deployed throughout society, strategic placement in key facilities proved sufficient. After all, not every location required absolute secrecy.