Chapter 3323 - Ch: 182-185

Chapter 182 Intertemporal Dialogue

Looking at Loya and Deadpool who had already left, the crowd fell silent for another moment.

Looking at Loya and Deadpool who had already left, the crowd fell silent for another moment.

It was already absurd enough that one Deadpool could directly travel back to a past timeline.

Now, they didn't expect Loya to be able to do it as well, and even more absurdly than Deadpool, leaving without a single trace behind as he just departed like that.

Could it be that their previous guess was still wrong?

In fact, the Mutants had never discovered Loya, this big shot Mutant, simply because he was in a completely different timeline to begin with?

What kind of absurd superpower was this again!

No wonder Loya, apart from having a somewhat strange hat and mask, also dressed in a style from over a decade ago.

It seemed that must be because he had always been staying in the past.

But why didn't he bring everyone back through time together? Would the success rate be higher that way?

And why did Deadpool say Logan's consciousness had to go back? Why was this an unchangeable matter?

Everyone's hearts were filled with doubts.

Despite their doubts, everyone still silently prayed for these three heroes who headed to the past in an attempt to save the future.

Among all the Mutants here, only Charles knew a little bit about Loya's background.

He knew this person was reinforcement brought by Deadpool from another Universe; whether he was a Mutant from another Universe was unclear, but his strength was undoubtedly powerful.

Furthermore, in Deadpool's heart, he highly recognized this entity's abilities, believing him to be someone with a high probability of truly changing everything.

Yes, that's right, all of this was learned by Charles through reading Deadpool's mind.

At this critical juncture concerning the life and death of Mutants and all of humanity, he had no choice but to violate his own principles and choose to read minds.

As for why he didn't read Loya's mind, it was because from the very beginning, no information could be read at all, leaving only a blank slate.

Therefore, he could only make indirect judgments through Deadpool.

Without doing this, Charles truly found it hard to believe whether Loya was genuinely here to help.

Fortunately, it was indeed genuine.

In a sense, the person Charles trusted the most was actually Deadpool.

Their goals were different, but the results they brought were the same.

Charles looked at that beautiful blue planet in the distance, deep exhaustion resting in the depths of his eyes.

"Hoping this time will truly succeed. Deadpool, this child has had it too tough. Failing every time, starting over every time, and facing completely different challenges every time, yet no one can understand him."

"The only one who might be able to understand him, which is me, still needs to read his mind to understand what happened and recall those memories."

"How could any normal person like having the pain deep in their heart and countless failures known by others? Especially being known countless times—"

"Sigh—" Charles let out a deep sigh. All he could do was pray.

"Charles, why did you stop me? You know I won't go soft, nor will I show mercy because of past feelings."

At that moment, Erik's deep voice came from behind, interrupting Charles's train of thought.

The look he directed at Charles was full of puzzlement: "Loya is indeed stronger than me, but the key to this plan is not strength, it is conviction. Killing Raven is the safest method; don't hesitate because of past feelings."

Just now, Erik had originally wanted to fight for the opportunity to go to the past.

But because he didn't have his helmet that blocked Telepathy, Charles stopped him right inside his mind.

To be precise, it wasn't stopping, but pleading—pleading with him not to have such thoughts.

This was the first time Erik had ever seen Charles look like this, and he didn't understand what the exact reason was or what hidden story lay within it.

Charles turned his wheelchair to look at Erik, an apologetic expression on his face: "Sorry, Erik, I—"

"Alright, say no more, I understand." Erik waved his hand, refusing to listen to Charles's explanation any further.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Charles, attempting to see through this old adversary he had fought with his entire life.

Unfortunately, in those eyes, besides exhaustion and firm resolve, there was nothing else.

Erik silently turned around, came before the crowd of Mutants, and said in a deep voice: "Those who are tired, go rest; those who are hungry, eat something."

"The things Loya left behind are more than enough for you all to eat freely."

"Right." He looked at the absent-minded Blink, "Blink, take Water and food to take care of Shadowcat. For the next period of time, she will need to maintain Logan's consciousness transmission."

Blink nodded and immediately went to the place where the food was stored.

In the most prominent spot at the food storage area, she discovered a mobile phone that looked somewhat outdated—a very crude touch-screen phone.

Blink picked it up in puzzlement, looked at it, and slid open the screen.

There was nothing on it, only a single contact, which was precisely Loya's name.

Her eyeballs rolled around, and she carefully put it away before taking the food to find Shadowcat.

Just like that, everyone rested who wanted to rest, ate who wanted to eat, and chatted who wanted to chat.

No one expected that after hiding and fleeing in exile for so long, one day they would actually attain a rare peace on the moon.

Truly, the affairs of the world are unpredictable.

Meanwhile, on Earth, which everyone was unable to observe.

No one could notice that the endless Sentinel on Earth simultaneously stopped functioning at a certain instant, their crimson eyes extinguishing at the same time.

Space seemed to ripple again, returning to stillness the next moment.

As if nothing had ever happened.

1973, New York, an alley beside an apartment building.

The figures of Loya and Deadpool suddenly appeared here.

They did not attract anyone's attention.

Loya's ears twitched slightly, observing the surrounding environment with the ability of the Voice of All Things.

The surrounding imagery presented itself in his mind.

Apart from the architecture with a strong sense of the era, the most conspicuous ones were the three hurriedly-expressioned, thug-like men at the apartment entrance.

Their attire had a very distinct era characteristic, and one of them even wore a classic floral shirt paired with bell-bottoms.

This was clearly the style of the 1970s.

Loya showed a satisfied smile on his face, muttering to himself in his heart: "It really works!"

He had indeed relied on the effect of the eye of aurora to travel to the past timeline.

He didn't know whether this was an effect originally possessed by the eye of aurora or an effect enhanced by the Accessory Box.

Whatever was thought in the heart was reached; even different timelines could be reached!

Testing successful!

Just as Loya was secretly rejoicing in his heart, Deadpool at the side suddenly spoke up in an exaggerated tone: "No way, buddy! You can also travel through different timelines? Truly amazing, don't you have a bit too many abilities?"

He was going crazy with envy towards Loya.

Having multiple powerful abilities was one thing, but to actually be able to travel through timelines as well—did it have to be this awesome?

Where on earth did this web novel protagonist come from!

Whenever Deadpool thought about how his only abilities were super healing, immortality, and a less-than-stable teleportation ability, he wanted to cry.

The most crucial part was that his face had also been ruined and could not be restored, whereas Loya still had a completely fine, handsome face.

Thinking of this, Deadpool became even more envious to the point of itching teeth.

This was simply too unfair!

Partiality! Absolute partiality!

Loya shrugged and explained calmly: "It was just my first time trying to use it. I wasn't sure if it would succeed at first either, but now it seems completely fine."

"It's your first time using it?" Hearing this, Deadpoolwidened his eyes and patted his chest repeatedly, celebrating in relief: "Good thing you used it at this time, otherwise it would have been troublesome."

Loya narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

Deadpool rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment, and then explained: "Simply put, if the story itself doesn't have plots of traveling through different timelines, we can't travel. Because of our special nature, it's very easy to cause certain changes."

"That's not right." He shook his head again, "It's not that we can't travel either; in short, it's very easy to be targeted by bad guys, and it will be very dangerous and troublesome afterward. I can't say too much specifics, we'll be targeted anyway, I think you should be able to understand."

Although Deadpool spoke very obscurely, Loya still understood the meaning within it.

It was nothing more than certain entities managing these matters.

Coupled with what Deadpool mentioned earlier—that Logan had to return to the past—this was an unchangeable matter.

Loya basically understood when they could travel, and he said: "You mean we can only safely travel by taking the opportunity when people who were originally supposed to time travel, like Logan, do so?"

"Similar to some kind of legal smuggling?"

"Right, right, right, that's exactly what I mean." Deadpoolnodded repeatedly, "We can travel normally too, but traveling at times like this is the safest and won't be noticed by any bad guys. This is all from my experience."

Loya completely understood now.

In reality, they could travel anytime; it was just that the security differed.

To put it simply, traveling along with plot characters was like legal entry, where you wouldn't be checked.

Whereas traveling casually on your own was smuggling; if you got caught, you'd naturally be dealt with, and if you didn't get caught, that was another story—it mainly depended on personal ability and whether you could evade them.

Thinking of this, Loya breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, this was why he chose to test the travel ability of the eye of aurora in this Universe and during this time period.

Because there was already a plot here where Logan traveled back to the past.

Coupled with the fact that Deadpool could physically travel directly, Loya finally felt at ease trying it out.

One had to say that being cautious still had its benefits.

If he had tried it earlier, who knew what chaos it might have triggered.

Even now that the timeline travel ability of the eye of aurora was confirmed, he wouldn't mess around casually in the future and would still only use it when necessary.

To ensure safety, or rather to ensure that he could travel back to the present timeline before using it—having an anchor point would be even better.

Anyway, everything was considered for the sake of safety; being steady could never be wrong.

As expected, having Deadpool scout the way was great; establishing a good relationship was very necessary.

But with this guy being so experienced, exactly how many times had he time-traveled?

Loya shook his head secretly, stopped thinking about it, and said: "Then let's go find Logan now and finish the plan early. He is right in the neighboring apartment."

He not only knew that Logan was in the neighboring apartment, but also knew that this guy was currently lying completely naked in a beauty's bedding.

"What? Logan that guy is right next door? We teleported this close?" Hearing this, Deadpool instantly became excited, "Then let's hurry over! If we're late, there won't be a chance anymore!"

He impatiently ran towards the alley entrance, a camera having appeared in his hands at some point.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At that moment, several gunshots came from the apartment, and Deadpool instantly stopped in his tracks, the smile on his face freezing in an instant.

He helplessly put away the camera, his tone filled with regret: "Damn it! A step too late! I missed the chance to capture Logan's rare full-nude shots!"

He knew that by the time the gunshots sounded, Logan had already put on his pants, leaving no chance to take pictures.

Loya:

What use was there in photographing this thing? Weren't you afraid of being clawed a few times by Logan?

He couldn't understand Deadpool's thoughts and reminded him: "I think you should change into another set of clothes; you look way too conspicuous like this."

Deadpool tilted his head, thought about it, and nodded: "Alright then, I'll change into a set."

Having said that, he stripped off his uniform on the spot, revealing the vest underneath.

He then produced a set of clothes from somewhere that fit the current era very well and put them on, except that mask still wasn't taken off.

Deadpool muttered to himself: "This face of mine is even more conspicuous than the mask, so I might as well keep wearing it."

Seeing this, Loya raised an eyebrow—he had finally waited for a good opportunity to farm favorability.

Therefore, he said cheerfully: "Is it possible that your face can still be restored?"

Deadpool helplessly tidied his clothes and sighed: "Stop messing around, buddy, this is impossible. My face isn't just physical damage, but rather—a curse, perhaps."

"He's not going to recover. It's not like you don't know."

Loya smiled and shook his head. "I wouldn't be so sure. Why don't you let me try? I think there's a good chance."

He did know a few rumors; it was said that Deadpool's face wasn't simply disfigured, but had become a sort of character setting.

However, he never believed in such superstitions and trusted items produced by the system even more, so he just happened to test whose mechanics were tougher.

Deadpool sighed, thinking that this guy understood everything yet still wanted to try; how boring.

Still, he took off his mask, closed his eyes, put on an expression of heroic martyrdom, and spread his arms. "Come on, bastard, don't hold back on me!"

Seeing this, Loya instantly felt a chill run down his spine, wishing he could kick that face directly.

However, in order to farm favorability, he endured the disgust and took out the facial shaping water from the System Space, and instructions instantly popped up in his mind.

He just needed to drop a single drop onto the target's face, and this bottle of shaping water was estimated to be five hundred milliliters, which was enough for many uses.

Loya placed a drop of the shaping water onto Deadpool's face.

The next moment.

A system panel that only he could see appeared before his eyes, featuring two sections.

One was a section for purely manual custom facial features, and the other was a direct application based on memories.

Loya found it troublesome, so he chose the direct application. Suppressing the urge to give DeadpoolLogan's face, he selected Deadpool's original appearance from his memory.

The next moment, Deadpool's face blurred for a moment, changing in an instant back to its initial handsome appearance.

At this time, Deadpool still had his eyes closed, looking completely oblivious.

Loya handed over a small mirror and called out. "All done, come take a look at how the effect is."

"So fast?" Deadpool opened his eyes, extremely surprised.

He only felt an extra drop of some liquid on his face and was about to complain about why Loya used so little, not expecting it to be finished in just a few seconds.

He gave Loya a thumbs-up and praised. "As expected of you, you really are a one-second man!"

Loya: "..."

If you were a woman, you'd understand whether I'm a one-second man or not.

Deadpool cheerfully took the mirror. In his heart, he had never held any hope; he just wanted to brush Loya off.

After all, that matter afterwards still depended on Loya's help.

But when he saw that familiar handsome face in the mirror, his entire body froze instantly.

He stared in disbelief at himself in the mirror, looking left and right, up and down, and repeatedly tugging at his cheeks with his hands.

It was real, not an illusion!

After realizing he truly had changed back to his original appearance, he instantly let out a strange cry. "My face! It's back! My face is back!"

After shouting a few times, Deadpool turned around and fiercely hugged Loya's shoulders, tears welling up in his eyes as he trembled with excitement. "My benefactor, Loya! You really are my benefactor! You're amazing, you actually managed to restore my original appearance. I never expected you to be a miraculous beauty doctor!"

He could no longer use words to describe his current mood, never expecting Loya to achieve his long-held wish so simply.

There were simply too many things this guy knew; how did he even understand beauty treatments?

Only— — — sigh— —

[Deadpool favorability +20, current favorability: 78]

Listening to the favorability notification chime in his ear, Loya smiled slightly, but even more doubts arose in his heart.

His Minds Eye had always been active.

Just now, when helping Deadpool restore his appearance, aside from emotions like happiness and excitement, Deadpool actually harbored a sense of guilt toward him.

What kind of situation was this?

Loya couldn't figure it out, but inwardly he grew secretly guarded.

He had originally wanted to let this immortal guy, Deadpool, try out the item called the Potential Activation Gun, but it seemed now wasn't the time.

This guy lied during the interrogation, had some sort of shady dealings with Charles, and now inexplicably generated a sense of guilt.

Loya's eyes flickered. Could this bastard be planning to trick him into doing something?

Thinking of the far-from-ordinary system quests, Loya felt the possibility was very high.

It seemed he needed to find an opportunity to trick this guy into revealing something.

Loya's expression remained calm as he unassumingly pulled his arm away and casually said, "Alright, these are all minor matters. Let's go find Logan first; he should be coming out soon. Finish it earlier so we can wrap things up sooner, lest anything unexpected happens."

With that, he walked outside.

Seeing this, Deadpool quickly followed, running while admiring himself in the mirror, looking utterly vain.

The two came to the apartment entrance and happened to see a high-spirited Logan walking out from inside, looking much more vibrant than in the future.

When he saw Deadpool still looking in the mirror, his eyes widened instantly, as if he had seen a ghost.

Logan frowned and looked him up and down. "Wade? Why is your face healed? I still think you looked better before, full of personality. Now— — — tsk, what a sissy."

"Screw you, Logan!" Deadpool extended his middle finger, smiled coquettishly, and deliberately leaned his face closer. "You, a lapdog with claws, are just green with envy and jealousy."

"Fuck you!" Hearing this, Logan flew into a rage and immediately prepared to make a move.

Loya sighed helplessly and reached out to hold down the two guys. "Enough, stop messing around. Let's follow the original plan and go find Charles."

Mystique's disguise ability was too strong; wanting to find her still required relying on Charles's Telepathy detection.

He didn't want to waste time; he always felt that the longer it dragged on, the easier it was for problems to arise.

Holding down the still-arguing pair, Loya instantly vanished on the spot.

The next moment, the three of them appeared in front of an academy named Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

This was the place where Charles stayed in this timeline.

Logan and Deadpool glared fiercely at each other and stopped arguing; business came first.

Logan stepped forward and knocked on the door.

A gentle-looking man wearing glasses came to open the door.

This man was called Hank McCoy, also known as the beast.

One of the few high-IQ talents among Mutants.

"Who are you?" Hank pushed up his glasses and asked with some confusion.

"We're here for a speedrun, let us go see Charles." Without another word, Loya brought Logan and Deadpool directly inside the door.

Seeing this, Hank frowned slightly, subconsciously assuming they were here to cause trouble, and instantly transformed into his blue beast form, letting out a low roar as he prepared to pounce.

Then— — — — then there was no then.

With a movement of Loya's telekinesis, he easily pinned Hank in mid-air.

Hank could only struggle tooth and nail in the air, roaring repeatedly, acting just like a little blue kitten whose scruff was pinched, able only to hiss powerlessly.

"Hehehe." Deadpool let out a mischievous chuckle and said to Hank, "You've got so much energy right now."

Logan also chimed in. "That's right, much better than that deadpan look of yours in the future."

"Roar!" The words of the two only earned an even more furious roar from Hank.

The commotion here was quite loud, naturally catching the attention of the young Charles upstairs. Wearing pajamas and yawning, he walked down from upstairs.

When he saw Hank pinned in mid-air along with Loya and the others, his expression changed and he instantly woke up. "Who are you people?"

Loya couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense. With a movement of his telekinesis, he pulled Charles right in front of him and stated bluntly, "We are from the future. To change the fate of Mutants and humans, we need your help."

Next, Loya, Deadpool, and Logan vividly told the young Charles about the things that happened in the future and the older Charles's plan.

"Pfft!"

Who would have thought that after hearing it, the young Charles couldn't help laughing out loud. "Are you kidding me? You guys are from the future? Hahaha, do you think I'm an idiot? That's simply impossible!"

He looked the three of them up and down, his eyes full of banter. "A showy guy wearing a pink hat and a weird mask, a long-haired sissy, and a bastard who rejected me earlier—are you guys trying to make me laugh?"

After mocking them, the young Charles stared at Loya with a puzzled expression on his face.

He tilted his head, his gaze turning hazy. "Who are you? Why do you look a bit familiar to me, like I've seen you somewhere before? And— — — — the kind of close relationship? But why can't I remember?"

Loya raised an eyebrow. Could this be the effect of favorability? Within the same universe, even across different timelines, could this favorability carry over?

However, now wasn't the time to think about this; he should first make the young Charles believe him.

He had long been prepared for this.

Loya took out the hacker phone from the System Spaceand dialed a video call left behind on the moon in the future.

This was something he had prepared in advance.

Before long, an image appeared on the phone screen, featuring a completely dumbfounded Blink.

Loya was inwardly overjoyed. As expected of a system product, a phone that could make calls across different timelines was truly outrageous.

Blink looked at Loya and the young Charles on the screen with a dumbfounded expression. "Loya? Aren't you guys in the past? How can you still make a call? Th-th-th— — — how is this possible? There's no signal over on my side either!"

Clearly, this situation had exceeded Blink's understanding, making it impossible for her to comprehend the principle behind it.

Loya smiled slightly. "No time to explain, call older Charles over first."

The screen shook for a moment, accompanied by shouts.

Soon, Blink called older Charles over, with Erik following right behind him.

These two guys who had seen plenty of big scenes were also dumbfounded. What kind of situation was this?

Video calling between the past and the future using a phone?

Was this right?

Could such an ability even exist?

Where was the signal? Where was the network? Was this reasonable? Did it comply with science?

The two looked at each other in blank dismay, completely clueless.

Loya didn't explain, instead briefly summarizing the situation before shoving the phone into the young Charles's hands.

Naturally, this guy in this era had never seen a smartphone, and seeing the images on it made him even more dumbfounded. For a moment, he was at a loss, exclaiming repeatedly, "What is this? Witchcraft? Are you a wizard?"

He almost threw the phone away.

Afterward, the older Charles on the other side stabilized the situation, opening with various secrets that the young Charles had always hidden in his heart, and revealing that he was him from the future.

At this, the young Charles completely panicked, his face flushing slightly.

These secrets were only known to himself, and some were even extremely private and unbearable to look back on; that old man on the opposite side really was him!

His eyes flickered, unable to believe that his handsome and dashing self in the future would actually become bald, let alone believe that Mutants and humans would be wiped out by robots in the future.

The older Charles was lecturing the young Charles, while Logan and Deadpool stood by, happily eavesdropping on the unknown secrets within.

Who would have thought Charles had this side to him.

As for Loya, he fell into silence upon hearing the system prompt. [Final stage quest has been triggered]

[Quest: Days of Future Past]

[Objective: Let Mutants and humans coexist peacefully, change the future]

[Reward: Experience points +5000, Special Item * 2]

"What?"

"Stopping Mystique from assassinating still doesn't change the future?"

"You're still scaling up the difficulty for me?"

Chapter 183: An Unexpected Anomaly

Looking at the quest on the system panel to make Mutants and humans coexist peacefully, Loya sighed inwardly.

He remembered that in the original plot, after stopping Mystique from assassinating Trask, peaceful coexistence between Mutants and humans had already been achieved.

Yet the system quest was to achieve this goal, which showed that the plot of this Universe was indeed different from the original.

Either it connected directly to the events of Wolverine 3, where the peace was merely superficial,

or perhaps some unknown entity behind the scenes was deliberately stirring up trouble—it could even be the mysterious being who had forced him to flee to the moon.

Otherwise, he couldn't imagine how the future Sentinels had become so absurdly overpowered, practically evolving into an entirely distinct race. Who would believe nobody was pulling strings behind that?

At this thought, another idea popped into Loya's mind.

Could the unusually high reward for stopping Mystique's assassination also have something to do with that troublemaker?

Did this guy have that much influence? Had he already started meddling in the past?

It wasn't impossible; in fact, the likelihood was quite high. Otherwise, the quest reward wouldn't be this generous.

He just didn't know how powerful this unknown figure was in this timeline.

Regardless, finding Mystique was the key.

This woman—marrying whom was equivalent to marrying the entire world—was not only key to the quest, but also the central figure in changing the future.

As for the subsequent quest to make Mutants and humans coexist peacefully...

Loya had a few leads on that, and it was actually quite straightforward.

First, bring young Erik over and have old Erik teach him a lesson, making him realize what the future would look like if he continued down his path.

Neither Mutants nor humans would win; coexistence was the only way forward.

And if the assassination was stopped and young Erik was persuaded, yet the quest still wasn't completed, it would mean the crux of the problem lay elsewhere.

As for what that crux was, further analysis would have to wait until they found Mystique.

After going around in circles, everything still traced back to Mystique; she was tied to far too many things.

Of course, to achieve peaceful coexistence between the two races, one couldn't focus solely on Mutants; measures also had to be taken on the human side.

In reality, the two races were originally one family, differentiated merely by whether the gene was dominant or recessive.

It was just that there were always people with ulterior motives, and a way had to be found to restrict those ill-intentioned individuals before

the goal of peaceful coexistence could be achieved.

As for how to restrict them, Loya already had some ideas, and he might even reap plenty of benefits from it.

It was just that the specific execution was still in the planning stages.

Loya dismissed the system panel and glanced at young Charles, who was currently receiving guidance and a pep talk from old Charles.

By now, young Charles fully believed that the old man opposite him was his future self.

Young Charles even felt somewhat emotional, realizing that in the future, he would become so wise and composed.

Except his hair was gone. Was this the price of becoming strong?

At the same time, he also learned about Loya's group from old Charles.

Setting aside Deadpool, who kept admiring himself in the mirror, and the bad-tempered Logan...

What young Charles was most interested in was Loya, with his strange attire.

It turned out this eccentric-looking guy was the one who had saved his future self, allowing his future self to carry out the current plan.

Loya's abilities also shocked him immensely: not only could he teleport to the moon, but he could also create a space where ordinary people could survive on the moon.

This ability was truly absurd—after all, only a few years had passed since the moon landing.

To think a Mutant could send people to the moon and keep them living normally there.

We Mutants really are incredible!

And now, to be able to talk between past and future selves through this device in his hands was simply unbelievable.

Yet what puzzled young Charles the most was the sense of familiarity he felt toward Loya.

Loya had clearly saved his future self, so why did his past self feel familiar with him?

What was going on here?

With his current knowledge, he simply couldn't fathom it, so he decided not to dwell on it.

Listening to his future self, young Charles gradually found his answer: he definitely had to change the future!

Seeing the Charleses from different timelines still in conversation, and Deadpool and Logan grinning as they listened to the gossip, Loya turned his gaze to Hanknearby, intending to chat about something else.

By this point, Hank had finished injecting the serum, reverting from his beast form back to human form, and was listening blankly to the conversation between the two Charleses.

Noticing Loya's gaze, he couldn't help but ask, "What is that square device that lets you talk to your future self? Has future technology advanced this far? But this defies scientific principles—how could people from two timelines communicate like this? Quantum entanglement?"

Loya smiled and casually explained, "That's a cell phone, just a communication tool from the future. The reason it can talk to the future is because it's my phone."

"This..." Hank was even more bewildered after hearing this explanation. What kind of nonsense was that second half?

Before he could ask further, Loya set Hank down and turned to ask a question instead: "Do you want to become a normal, ordinary person?"

Hank was taken aback, his brows furrowing slightly. "Of course I do. The beast form affects my life and my mind. In fact, I've been researching this field and have already made significant progress."

With that, he shook the vial of serum in his hand.

Loya smiled faintly. "I can help you become normal so you're no longer troubled by the beast form. Want to give it a try?"

He wanted to test the effects of Separation Magic, and Hank happened to be the perfect candidate, having always wanted to become normal.

If it were an evil Mutant, Loya wouldn't have bothered asking at all and would have just done it right away.

But for an ordinary Mutant, he naturally showed respect and asked for their consent—it was a matter of principle.

He wasn't some perverted mad scientist who experimented on every Mutant he caught.

Hank narrowed his eyes, instinctively wanting to refuse.

He was well aware of the risks involved.

Suppressing a Mutant gene carried immense risks in itself.

One slight misstep could very likely lead to genetic collapse or further mutation.

Yet glancing at young Charles conversing with the future nearby, he changed his mind.

If the future could produce a phone allowing people across two timelines to communicate, fixing a Mutant gene didn't seem all that difficult.

Still, Hank asked somewhat apprehensively, "I won't be harmed in any way, will I?"

He was still quite afraid of dying.

"No," Loya replied with a smile, shaking his head. "My method is completely safe."

Separation Magic's extraction didn't cause any harm to the target itself.

This had already been proven when extracting Purple Man's abilities earlier.

"Then I'm willing to give it a try." Hank hesitated no longer and immediately nodded in agreement.

He had been plagued by his beast form for far too long; even finding a girlfriend was difficult.

He was terrified that a momentary loss of control would cause his fangs and claws to harm her.

At the same time, he constantly worried that the feral nature would consume him, reducing him completely to a true beast.

Every transformation was an ordeal for him.

"Good," Loya nodded, excitement glinting in his eyes.

However, he didn't summon Gulu to replicate Hank's beast transformation ability.

Because frankly, the beast transformation ability was useless to both Loya and Gulu.

Loya's own physique could crush Hank in his beast form.

Furthermore, he possessed the anger gourd, which could also enhance physique and strength—far superior to the beast form, and without having to turn into a furry.

This ability was truly of no use to him.

The same went for Gulu: it could already enlarge itself to boost its strength and morph into various forms of matter, making it far superior to the beast form.

Moreover, this ability came with a sanity-affecting side effect, so copying it was completely unnecessary—why leave

a hidden danger for himself?

If he was going to copy an ability, it had to be one without side effects.

Loya reached out his right hand, pressed it against Hank's shoulder, and silently chanted an incantation.

The next moment, a green light slowly emerged from his palm, enveloping Hank completely in an instant.

His mastery over Separation Magic had grown so proficient that he could cast it even without a separation solution.

Immediately after, Loya thought for a moment, took an ordinary leather glove out of the System Space, and placed it in his left hand.

Then, he initiated the next step of Separation Magic.

A green vortex formed on the glove, and the green light enveloping Hank immediately began to writhe before turning into wisps of green luminescence converging toward the vortex.

At the same time, Hank experienced a very strange sensation, as if something innate was being stripped away, about to be lost forever.

Far from feeling a sense of loss, a smile spread across his face; he could feel that long-tormenting feral nature gradually being stripped away.

This was exactly what he wanted.

Once the green light had completely flowed into the vortex on the glove, the glove's form altered as well.

The originally black leather glove turned blue, and sharp claws extended from the fingertips, gleaming with a cold glint.

Strands of blue fur sprouted from the back of the glove, looking lifelike and brimming with wild ferocity.

A notification prompt also appeared on Loya's system panel.

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[beast Gloves: An object condensed from the ability separated from Hank McCoy. Wearing these gloves will transform the wearer into a beast form, partially enhancing strength, speed, endurance, agility, self-healing, sense of smell, etc. Side effect: The more times the transformation occurs and the longer it lasts, the bestial nature will erode sanity, gradually leaning towards a pure beast. Restores human form after removing the gloves]

"As expected, it is pretty much useless."

Loya secretly shook his head. In a certain world, Superman-type abilities were very popular, but in the Mutant Universe, Superman-type abilities were truly hard to describe in a few words.

Compared to Charles's Telepathy, Erik's metal manipulation, and so on, it was far inferior, but it was still much better than that confident guy covered in spikes.

However, with such a huge side effect, he had no idea who to give these gloves to.

Could it be that they should be given to those furry fans?

It seemed ———— that it was not entirely impossible.

"It ———— It's over?" Hank's face showed joy, never having felt so relaxed before. He could clearly feel that the bestial nature had completely disappeared, and he couldn't transform even if he wanted to.

Although there was a sense of loss in his heart, there was even more of an indescribable sense of relief.

Loya smiled and nodded, "It's over. How do you feel?"

"Good! Very good! Excellent!" Hank couldn't help but cheer.

He had once created a serum trying to suppress Mutantabilities and changes in appearance.

The result was a failure. Not only did it fail, but it also made the bestialization even more severe.

He didn't expect the problem to be solved so easily now. As expected of someone who traveled through time from the future, truly impressive.

Hank thanked him repeatedly, "Loya, thank you so much. Thank you for curing me."

[Hank McCoy favorability +40, current favorability: 55]

At this moment, Hank cast his gaze on the blue gloves in Loya's hands, full of confusion, "How did you do that? Is future biotechnology like this? It's too magical."

Thinking back to Loya's performance just now, he only found it baffling and completely beyond his cognition.

There were no potions, nor any instruments, just an inexplicable green light that cured him.

Moreover, Hank had a feeling that the Mutant abilities only disappeared completely after the green light entered those gloves, and the gloves also changed their form.

Could it be that his abilities were inside these gloves?

Has future technology developed to this extent?

Wouldn't the future Sentinel be even more terrifying?

For the first time, he felt that his imagination was so barren.

Loya shook his head and explained, "This is not some kind of technology. You can think of it as a kind of ability of mine, which can separate a Mutant's ability and store it in another item. By using the item, you can use the ability."

"What? There is such an ability?!" Hank exclaimed upon hearing this, his eyes widening in disbelief, almost unable to believe his own ears.

This had already surpassed his understanding of biological genes. How could an ability originating from genes be transferred to an inanimate object?

Is this really still science?

"What the f*ck! Loya, you can actually do this kind of thing?"

Just at this moment, an excited exclamation from Deadpoolsuddenly came from behind.

Loya turned his head to look; Charles, Deadpool, and Logan were all staring at him with incredulous expressions.

Even elderly Charles and elderly Erik in the "hacker phone" had their eyes wide open.

Obviously, they had been paying attention to this place all along.

They didn't expect that besides the abilities Loya had displayed before, he actually possessed this kind of ability as well.

His abilities were simply too numerous and too powerful.

This separation ability was simply the bane of Mutants. Relying on the strength Loya had displayed before, he could completely pocket the abilities of countless Mutants, thereby growing stronger and stronger.

Yet Loya didn't do that; instead, he was still helping them. Not only did he save the last Mutants of the future regardless of his safety, but he also came to the past timeline to help them.

Even when giving the ability to Hank, it was only used after obtaining the other party's consent.

What a powerful will this was! To be able to achieve this, completely unblinded by power!

If this kind of ability fell into the hands of an ambitious person, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Everyone couldn't help but hold a shred of respect for Loya.

[Charles favorability +5 ————]

[Deadpool favorability +2 ————]

[Logan favorability +3 ————]

[Hank McCoy favorability +5 ————]

Hearing the sudden prompt tone of favorability increase ringing in his ear, Loya was slightly stunned.

What is this situation?

Why did favorability suddenly increase?

He couldn't figure out why favorability had suddenly increased. Could it be that the Mutants here didn't want superpowers anymore?

Loya subconsciously asked, "What? Do you all want to try? I can help you, but there's no medicine for regret after separation, and items won't be able to be upgraded and developed like they are on the original body."

"No no no!"

Everyone shook their heads repeatedly.

In fact, apart from existences like Hank whose abilities affected their normal lives, most Mutants actually liked their own abilities very much.

Some thought this was a part of themselves, an inseparable existence; discarding it meant they were no longer themselves, just like becoming a disabled person among Mutants.

As for some others, they purely thought this was a symbol of being superior to others.

However, while it seemed everyone except Hank was refusing, reality was not quite like that.

Deadpool was refusing on the surface, but deep down he was secretly pondering: "If my ability is separated into an item, and then I deal with that bastard, that bastard definitely won't expect this and can be shot dead by me with a single gun. After all, that fellow can only duplicate abilities twice, and has never shown the ability to duplicate items. It feels very feasible. This way, Loya won't have to take risks. In case Loya's ability gets duplicated, it would be over."

Thinking this way in his heart, he carried a trace of anticipation.

And this trace of anticipation was naturally captured by Loya, who had his "Minds Eye" active to perceive emotions.

He was puzzled in his heart: What kind of sneaky idea is this guy Deadpool up to again?

Loya suppressed his confusion and turned to look at Charles, "Have you and elderly Charles finished chatting?"

Charles nodded, his eyes filled with determination, completely devoid of his previous decadence: "I already understand. I will do my best to prevent those things from happening in the future, and I will also do my best to let humans and Mutants coexist peacefully. We were family to begin with."

He already knew everything about the future; humans also had genes in their genes, only with the difference between dominant and recessive, and humans were also slaughtered by Sentinels.

Then they were never two races, nor were they enemies, but a family.

The two sides should help each other in order to go further, and infighting has no meaning at all.

"Alright." Loya nodded, "Now use your ability to search for Mystique. Time is tight."

If it weren't for the fact that Mystique's whereabouts were currently unknown and she was indeed too far away, he would have directly used the "Voice of All Things" to locate her.

"This ———— " Charles looked troubled, "I used Hank's medication earlier and am temporarily unable to use Telepathy."

"This is simple." Loya extended his right hand and used the "Divine Illumination".

This ability had the effect of dispelling negative statuses, and young Charles's medication effect was a negative status.

In an instant, holy light erupted, rising like a sun.

Everyone was instantly blinded by this dazzling holy light and couldn't help screaming out loud.

"Ah! My eyes! × 4"

When the holy light dissipated, everyone opened their eyes one after another, all stung to tears.

"Damn it! Loya, why did you suddenly throw a flashbang? That's too wicked!" Deadpool couldn't help complaining, rubbing his sore eyes hard.

"My abilities have recovered!" Before Deadpool's voice had even faded, young Charles exclaimed. Not only had his abilities recovered, but even the physical discomfort from his decadent days had disappeared.

The way he looked at Loya was as if he had seen some kind of treasure. To actually have this kind of ability, is there anything Loya cannot do?

"Since you've recovered, hurry up and take action." Loyaurged; he always liked speedrunning and fighting a quick battle to force a quick decision.

And only by finding Mystique could the next step of the plan be carried out.

Young Charles nodded and led everyone to the laboratory where the Cerebro was stored.

Soon everyone arrived at the laboratory.

Hank assisted young Charles in putting on the equipment, and then started it up.

Young Charles took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and began to search for Mystique's whereabouts globally.

Loya waited expectantly; as long as Mystique was found, many problems would be readily solved.

Why the quest rewards were so generous could also be answered.

However ————

What everyone present didn't expect was that shortly after young Charles started searching,

his expression suddenly became exceptionally painful, his facial features almost twisted together, his eyes snapped open, his gaze filled with horror, and blood and tears flowed from his eye sockets.

He shouted loudly, "This is impossible!"

The next moment, his body trembled violently, and then he collapsed heavily onto the equipment, fainting on the spot.

Chapter 184: It Really Is Her

"Charles! Charles! What happened to you?!"

Seeing Charles suddenly faint, everyone was shocked, and the room instantly descended into chaos.

Hank darted forward, catching Charles in his arms, his expression panicked as he called out repeatedly.

Logan rushed over as well, brow furrowed as he checked Charles's condition. Charles was the pillar of the Mutants; nothing could be allowed to happen to him.

Loya and Deadpool looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

This plot... wasn't right!

How could something like this happen while Charles was searching for Mystique?

Could another telepath be attacking him?

Loya tried to glean some clue from Deadpool's face, but whether from Deadpool's expression or the emotions transmitted through the "Minds Eye"...

...all of it indicated one thing: Deadpool was completely bewildered too, with no idea what was going on.

It seemed another unexpected turn of events had occurred.

Loya was already accustomed to this; in his home Universe, unexpected events like this had happened who knew how many...

...times before.

Not to mention that this Universe had undergone far more absurd changes.

Fortunately, he had severed the connection between the "hacker phone" and the future before coming; otherwise, if elderly Charles saw this, it would probably scare him half to death.

Loya shook his head inwardly, walked over to young Charles, and comforted them, "Don't panic. Charles should be fine. Let me take a look at what happened."

Although Charles had passed out, his life signs were quite normal in his perception, with no danger to his life.

Loya placed a hand on Charles's head and conducted a detailed examination through psychic power.

There wasn't any major issue; his mind had simply suffered a massive shock.

An ordinary person would certainly be dead as a doornail by now, but Charles was different.

This guy's freakishly strong psychic power meant recovery was only a matter of time.

Fainting so easily was likely because he hadn't used his powers in a long time, combined with genuinely suffering a mental attack that he couldn't withstand all at once.

To detect and attack Charles in this state, whoever struck certainly wasn't simple.

"He's fine," Loya explained to the three of them. "He just suffered a mental attack. He won't die, and he'll recover soon."

"A mental attack?" Hank and the other two were instantly shocked.

One had to realize that under the amplification of Cerebro, Charles was the most powerful telepath on Earth.

What kind of terrifying entity could attack him in this state and knock him unconscious?

Could such a Mutant still exist on Earth right now?

The three were thoroughly baffled, and even Deadpool, who knew the plot, couldn't figure out what was happening.

Although Charles would recover before long, time was pressing, so Loya decided to wake him up earlier to ask what had happened.

He placed his hand in front of Charles's face, light flickering in his palm.

Seeing this, Deadpool and the other two turned pale and instantly turned their backs.

That move again—they didn't want to get blinded to tears once more; the sensation was indescribably agonizing.

In the next instant, a dazzling holy light erupted, illuminating the entire room in brilliance until nothing remained but a radiant sheen of sacred luminescence.

It had to be said that "Divine Illumination" truly lived up to its reputation as an integrated special auxiliary ability.

Whether it was a minor cold, broken limbs, mental trauma, or even metaphysical afflictions like spiritual corruption, all could be treated with "Divine Illumination."

While its pure healing and restoration efficacy fell short of the "Horse Talisman's" sheer power and efficiency, it excelled in its comprehensive versatility.

Beneath the holy radiance, Charles's pale complexion gradually regained color, and his eyelids fluttered until he opened his eyes completely.

And then—

"Ah! My eyes!"

The moment Charles opened his eyes, he was blasted in the face by that familiar holy light once again, letting out a vigorous, full-throated scream as his hands instinctively covered his eyes.

Hearing this scream, Hank and the others let out a collective sigh of relief instead.

If he could shout with such vigor, he was definitely fine.

Once the holy light fully dissipated, Charles rubbed his stinging, teary eyes, a look of horror still etched on his face.

It was evident that what he had experienced earlier had left lingering fear in his heart.

Seeing Charles awaken, everyone gathered around at once. Loya hurried to ask, "What happened? I sensed you were hit by a mental attack."

Charles nodded with an intensely bitter smile, his gaze drifting and unfocused, looking entirely dazed.

He wiped away the bloody tears from his face, took a deep breath, and slowly spoke, "Raven did it."

Hearing that name, Loya's expression shifted drastically.

Raven was Mystique, the very person he had come to find.

But where would Mystique get psychic attacks from?

Neither from the plot Loya knew nor from what elderly Charles had told him did Mystique possess such an ability.

Before Loya could ask again...

...Charles dropped another piece of baffling news.

"Yet it wasn't Raven who did it."

Pausing, he continued, "I could sense that inside Raven, besides herself, there are two other consciousnesses. The one that attacked me was one of them. Furthermore, Ravenhas already been taken over by this consciousness."

"This—"

This caught them completely off guard. How could Mystique harbor other consciousnesses within her, and even launch psychic attacks?

Deadpool scratched his head and said in disbelief, "Charles, are you sure you didn't see wrong? Could it be schizophrenia, where you mistook yourself for Mystique's alter ego, attacked yourself, and turns out you've secretly always wanted to be a woman?"

"Screw you, Deadpool."

Listening to Deadpool's nonsensical babble, Charles rolled his eyes and snapped, "I haven't used my telepathic abilities in a long time, but I haven't deteriorated to that extent. I am certain that what I saw was real."

"Let's set that aside for now. Did you find Mystique's location?" Loya stroked his chin and asked at this point.

Regardless of what strange changes had occurred with Mystique, locating her remained the top priority.

Charles gave an embarrassed smile upon hearing this, coughed twice, and explained, "I'm sorry, I couldn't lock onto her location. At first, I searched globally, but found no trace of her.

Then she suddenly attacked me. In the clash of consciousnesses, I was able to sense the presence of other consciousnesses inside her. But as for her exact location, because that power was far too overwhelming, I couldn't sense it at all. I couldn't endure it and blacked out."

After speaking, he sighed and said helplessly, "I don't know what happened to Raven. She clearly never showed abilities like this before. What on earth happened?"

Charles lowered his head dejectedly. Raven had been his childhood friend, practically a sister to him.

With something like this happening to Raven, he was worried sick and had no idea how to handle it.

Hearing this answer, Loya frowned slightly, though he wasn't too disappointed.

After all, since the other party could already directly strike Charles in this enhanced state, shielding against Charles's senses would be trivial.

Even during this era, Erik could block Telepathy simply by wearing a special helmet, let alone this extraordinary Mystique.

Loya now understood why the reward for stopping Mystique from assassinating Trask was so high.

Shielding herself without any external devices from Charles while he was in Cerebro, and directly knocking him out with a mental attack—it would be weird if the reward wasn't huge.

An ability like this won't be easy to deal with.

After a brief contemplation, Loya asked Charles another question: "When you sensed those two consciousnesses at the time, did you notice anything? For example, the personalities or emotional traits exhibited by those two consciousnesses?"

A hunch had formed in his mind, but it still needed further confirmation.

"Traits?"

Charles looked up, thought for a moment, and said, "There actually were, and they were very pronounced and intense. Those two consciousnesses felt very strange to me.

The consciousness controlling Raven was extraordinarily powerful, brimming with destructive urges and aggression. Meanwhile, the other consciousness attached to this destructive one was quite different."

He paused and said quizzically, "That consciousness was exceptionally weak, appearing rather gentle and kind. Logically speaking, it shouldn't exist at all; the powerful consciousness should have been completely capable of wiping out the weak one. Unless..."

A spark flashed in Loya's eyes, and he spoke almost in unison with Charles: "Unless that weak consciousness is the primary host!"

"Yes, that's what I believe as well," Charles nodded in agreement. "Just like two different personalities; no matter how dominant an alter personality becomes, it can never completely supplant the primary personality. At most, it can only render the primary personality incapacitated."

Loya's eyes gleamed with a daring hypothesis.

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He felt that the two consciousnesses within Mystique had some kind of connection with the changes happening to the future Sentinel, or rather, they were the root cause.

First was what Deadpool said at the beginning: when he left the Mutant Universe, a Sentinel helped him out, which matched this kind consciousness.

After coming to the Mutant Universe, the Sentinel were all focused on destruction, but when they were completely destroyed themselves, it felt like a form of release.

This once again matched the kind nature of the kind consciousness.

Among so many Sentinels, only one instance of helping Deadpool appeared, which also matched the point that the main personality was suppressed and found it difficult to act.

When Loya finally led everyone to flee to the Moon, an extremely powerful force appeared again.

This corresponded with being able to block Charles and attack Charles, and it also corresponded with the changes in the future Sentinel.

Loya increasingly felt that this guess was very reasonable, as every aspect matched up.

This could explain why the future Sentinel showed strong emotional reactions and sometimes made strange actions.

As for who the existence was that could make the future Sentinels almost evolve into an alternative life form, he vaguely had some guesses in his heart.

It's just that this existence shouldn't have appeared at this time, and even less should it have appeared on Mystique.

The only explanation is—

The other party also comes from the future!

At this moment, Charles hardened his heart and directly said: "How about this, Loya, you can heal my mental injuries. I will use myself as bait to attract Raven to attack me again, and then I will try to see if I can find her specific location. At worst, we can try a few more times."

"No." Loya flatly rejected the proposal and asked in return: "How do you know that consciousness will strike with full force? If the other party can kill you in one hit, how am I supposed to heal you?"

Charles was a part of the peace plan between Mutants and humans; nothing could happen to him.

Charles's expression shifted uncertainly, and finally, he lowered his head dejectedly.

This words were not unreasonable; that powerful mental power made even him feel terrified. If he were truly instantly killed, then no one could save him.

"Alright." Loya patted Charles on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't be sad, I have another plan."

"What plan?" Everyone looked at him in unison.

Loya smiled slightly: "The other party will definitely appear during the Paris Peace Conference. We just need to make full preparations."

Since the other party chose to control Mystique, coupled with the system's mission, it was obvious that their goal was the opposite; the other party would definitely come to finish off Trask.

Not everyone was Loya and Deadpool, crossing timelines without expending much effort.

He didn't believe that the other party could cross such a long span of time without paying a price.

This also explained why Mystique was controlled.

Mystique was the key to Days of Future Past. By simply controlling her to kill Trask at the scene of the Paris Peace Conference and then dropping dead right there, they could achieve their goal with minimal losses.

This was also the original trajectory of the past.

After this, Sentinels would appear as they should, and that consciousness could naturally continue to manipulate the Sentinels to play its evolutionary game.

Hearing this, everyone nodded. For now, they could only wait for the other party to appear.

Loya took out the furnace gourd from the System Spaceand handed it to Charles: "Focus completely and inject your mental power into the gourd. This concerns whether our plan can succeed."

Elderly Charles had previously injected mental power into the gourd, completing about one-fifth of the materials for forging the Cloth.

There was still a little more than a day until the Paris Peace Conference, which was enough to generate the remaining materials for the Cloth. By then, lighting up the constellation and synthesizing the Cloth would make everything fall into place naturally.

With the blessing of the Cloth and the constellation, Loya's strength could advance further to cope with the upcoming challenges.

"Alright." Charles nodded. Elderly Charles had already told him about this gourd, so he naturally knew its importance.

After taking the gourd, he began crazily injecting mental power into it.

As for Loya, after arranging things here, he temporarily bid farewell to them to carry out the next step of the plan.

Pentagon underground prison.

This was a special prison built entirely of non-metallic materials. Who was imprisoned inside went without saying.

Young Erik stood in the huge prison, looking up at the glass above.

He was expressionless, his eyes flickering with suppressed anger and concern for the plight of his compatriots.

Without his leadership, what would happen to those Mutant compatriots who dared to resist?

Would Raven be persuaded by Charles and become a coward like him?

His mind was filled with thoughts, and for a moment, he was overwhelmed with a myriad of emotions.

Just as Erik was pondering life, suddenly, a robust and powerful large hand was placed on his shoulder.

Erik stiffened all over, his expression changed drastically, and his body involuntarily trembled a few times due to tension. He shouted tremblingly: "Who are you?"

"I am here to help you."

Before the words fell, the scene before his eyes changed drastically, turning from a cold prison into a warm-toned living room, leaving him momentarily dazed.

And right in front of him, the person he least wanted to see was looking at him with a smile.

Erik roared out the name almost reflexively: "Charles!"

Charles shrugged and smiled: "Long time no see, Erik. There isn't much time left; I must let you know some things."

Before Erik could recover from his extreme shock, Charles handed the hacker phone that communicated with the future right in front of him.

Looking at the old man with an excellent demeanor inside this bizarre device, Erik's pupils shrank, feeling vaguely that this old man was very familiar.

Before he could sort out all this unimaginable absurdity, the old man on the screen spoke, his voice aged and steady, and his very first sentence left him completely baffled.

"I am you from the future."

Erik instinctively thought it was some kind of conspiracy and wanted to destroy the device, but when that old man accurately stated his secrets and past events hidden in his heart that he had never mentioned to anyone, he froze.

When countless unbelievable things were spoken by elderly Erik, Erik's pupils shrank sharply, and unconsciously falling into silence, he had already believed the other party's words.

One had to say that the current Erik was still too young and was simply no match for the future elderly Erik; he was easily persuaded.

Seeing that the two Eriks were already communicating, Loya, standing behind Erik, cast a glance at Charles, and his figure disappeared once again.

He had other arrangements to make.

This time, he came to Paris, to the room of Bolivar Trask—the true creator of the Sentinels in every sense.

At this moment, Trask was answering a phone call, which contained the news of Erik's bizarre disappearance.

Before he could ask for details, a faint, strange fragrance poured into his nasal cavity, and Trask's eyes instantly scattered, becoming hazy and obedient.

Loya put away the Absolute Control Perfume, muted the sound of the phone, and said slowly: "Maintain your current state and do whatever you should do. I will contact you later."

Trask nodded, his tone respectful: "As you command, Master."

Next, he continued communicating over the phone.

Loya gave a cold glance at this short man.

If it weren't for the mission requirement, he would poke this guy to death with a single finger right now.

This Trask seemingly manufactured Sentinel for the greater good of protecting humanity, but in reality, he secretly dealt heavy blows to Mutants, conducted inhumane research, and even wanted to sell Sentinel for exorbitant profits.

He was an obstacle to peace between the two races.

After completing the mission, Loya would let him die in a very decent manner.

His figure disappeared again, appearing in a covert location at the site of the Paris Peace Conference.

He needed to make thorough preparations.

To carve the largest Magic Circle he had ever made so far, in order to cope with the battle that might break out afterwards.

Time quietly slipped away, and soon the day of the Paris Peace Conference arrived.

Charles and his party arrived at the venue according to plan.

As for Loya, he had prepared everything, quietly hiding in the dark, waiting for the arrival of Mystique.

He fully activated the Voice of All Things, shielding out all noise and leaving only the perception of Mystique.

With this ability of his, he was able to hear what made Mystique unique.

Not long after, as the conference speaker's speech grew more and more passionate, a familiar wave of power came over.

Loya's eyes narrowed, and his heart shook violently: "It really is her!"

Chapter 185: Preparing to Act!

Outside the venue of the Paris Peace Summit, voices bubbled with excitement as countless people waved anti-war flags, their eyes fixed on that grand building.

A conference that would decide the future fate of countless people was being held right here, tugging at the heartstrings of many.

Amidst the clamor of the crowd, a unique figure slowly appeared.

She possessed a body no different from a human female, tall and well-proportioned, yet distinct from humans—her skin was blue with fine scales, and a head of red hair hung loosely about her.

This strange figure was Mystique.

It was Mystique, without having shapeshifted into anyone else.

She actually appeared in her true form, openly standing right at the crowded Paris Peace Summit!

Strangely, even though she showed up so conspicuously, she did not attract anyone's attention.

She walked slowly down the avenue previously traversed by international dignitaries, her expression aloof, carrying a high-and-mighty posture as if separated from the surrounding crowd by an entire world.

Whether it was the flag-waving citizens, the agents hidden in the shadows, the security guards on patrol, or even Charles hiding among the crowd, no one noticed Mystique's arrival.

Loya had hidden himself underground using earth-element magic. His brows furrowed slightly, eyes flickering.

Through the combination of the "Voice of All Things" and "Minds Eye", he was able to bypass the psychic barrier on Mystique and observe her silently.

Feeling that familiar power fluctuation he had once sensed from afar in the future, as well as the life and emotion so intense it was nearly indescribable...

Loya completely confirmed his previous speculation.

The change in Mystique indeed came from the future!

As for what this power actually was, there was naturally no need to state it aloud.

Phoenix Force!

One of the three ancient powers of Marvel, a cosmic-level force representing life and emotion.

In the Mutant Universe, the host of this power was Jean Grey.

Then all of this made sense.

Why the future Sentinels almost evolved into a lifeform and possessed emotions was precisely due to the life and emotion bestowed by the Phoenix Force.

The Phoenix Force was originally capable of doing this.

Furthermore, it could be inferred from this that those future Sentinels were linked together by the Phoenix Force.

That was why there was a shared emotional outburst upon their destruction; one could even say that every Sentinelwas a part of Jean Grey.

The Sentinel helping Deadpool escape at the critical moment was perhaps assistance provided when Jean's good persona briefly gained the ability to act. This was also why Loya felt all Sentinels shared a single soul.

And now, the two extra consciousnesses inside Mystique's body were also clear.

One was Jean's own good persona, and the other, as expected, was Jean's dark persona—the personality known as Dark Phoenix.

In the Dark Phoenix storyline, it was precisely because of this dark persona's twisted desire for destruction that Jean, to avoid slaughtering the innocent, had Logan kill her. Loyareally hadn't expected that the entity making the future Sentinels so outrageous, as well as the biggest obstacle to his System mission, was actually Jean Grey.

However, this brought up a brand-new doubt.

Jean Grey should have been killed by Logan long ago—this was verified directly from Deadpool.

But why could it still cause such an impact?

Even if the Phoenix Force could resurrect its host, it shouldn't be such an absurd turn of events.

Dark Phoenix's strength was enough to suppress all Mutants so they couldn't even raise their heads. Why bother using Sentinels to slaughter the entire Earth? Or even cause the Sentinels to undergo a special evolution?

What was the point?

Did she want to play Creator herself?

Moreover, with Jean's good persona consciously suppressing her own power, there was no reason for her to be resurrected in the first place.

Let alone becoming the source that caused the Sentinel to undergo special evolution, and helping them slaughter all Mutants and humans.

There was one more crucial question.

Why did Dark Phoenix know about traveling back in time to stop Charles's plan in the original plot and prevent them from changing the future?

Remembering that terrifying power when saving Charles and the others, Loya seemed to have a guess.

Could it be that Charles, who frequently reads other people's minds, had his mind read in reverse by Dark Phoenix this time?

After all, Charles had refused to reveal the truth, only warning that revealing it would affect the progress of the plan.

Loya shook his head and stopped overthinking. Perhaps after subduing Dark Phoenix, everything would come to light.

Whether it was Deadpool's hidden purpose or the truth behind Jean's resurrection and becoming the source of the changes.

Fortunately, Dark Phoenix in this timeline wasn't as powerful as the one sensed in the future.

After all, this Dark Phoenix was only a portion of consciousness and power sent over from the future, not her peak state.

Loya breathed a sigh of relief. If that was the case, things would be much easier to handle; he should be able to complete both System missions at once.

The Paris Peace Summit held the world's attention, making it an excellent opportunity.

Still, he had to be cautious and not careless.

As long as nothing went wrong on Charles's end, he could lock Dark Phoenix down completely with a combo of moves.

Loya checked his equipment once more.

"Mage Robe" inside, "Knight Armor" outside, the "blackened mask" on his face painted white, and the pink hat on his head covered by the armor helmet.

Combined with his burly physique, he not only had the item stat boosts, but his appearance was also maxed out.

If he ignited Holy Light and spread his "eternal wings", the impact it would have in this era went without saying.

This was part of his plan.

Loya took another look at the several items prepared in the System Space, then checked the special Magic Circledrawn at the Paris Peace Summit venue yesterday, as well as the Cloth materials prepared in his "Cosmo".

Everything was in order.

Only then did he begin communicating with Charles and the others.

Since the current Dark Phoenix was also a super telepath, her perception of spiritual and mental levels was extremely sharp.

Loya didn't plan to contact them using telepathy; instead, he transmitted his words using the power of wind.

This was hidden and safe enough to avoid Dark Phoenix's detection.

Under Loya's operation, his voice rang out in the ears of Charles and the others simultaneously: "Charles, Mystiqueis here. Get ready. Enter the conference building only when I tell you to. Don't respond to me—just nod, I can see you."

Charles and the others immediately nodded in response, marveling in their hearts at how well Loya was hidden, as they hadn't noticed where he was at all.

Loya kept his lock on Dark Phoenix. Once Dark Phoenixwalked into the conference building as if nobody else existed, he contacted Charles and the others: "You can go in now. Remember, act only when I tell you to. Do not act on your own, or all previous efforts will be wasted."

Charles and the others nodded repeatedly.

Even Deadpool, who was usually frivolous, became a bit more serious in expression now, though deep doubt still remained in his eyes.

He still hadn't figured out what exactly happened to Mystique. Could it have been done by that damned bastard?

But shouldn't that appear only after completing this plotline?

Under Charles's telepathic power, they quickly ignored the guards and entered the conference building.

Participating in this operation, besides Loya, were Charles, Erik, Logan, and Deadpool.

As for Hank, because he had no powers, he did not participate, instead staying at the Academy to research whether there were any genetic changes after losing his powers.

Still, he provided help, working with Charles to create a miniature Cerebro within a single day, which could slightly amplify Charles's power.

After Charles and the others entered the conference building, Dark Phoenix also controlled Mystique to arrive outside the conference hall.

Looking at the two guards outside the doors, her expression remained blank. With just a glance, the two guards knelt on the ground, respectfully handing over their firearms.

Dark Phoenix took a handgun, and Mystique's body, which had been veiled by psychic power and invisible to others, gradually materialized.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the doors opened automatically with a soft sound.

Such a soft noise sounded extraordinarily abrupt in the room that had fallen silent due to discussions of various issues and interests.

It immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

When they saw clearly that the one opening the doors was a strange humanoid creature with blue scaly skin, everyone froze for a moment.

Seeing that the creature was holding a handgun, the room erupted into an uproar, faces changing drastically as shouts of shock rang out.

"What the fuck! What kind of monster is this!"

"An alien?"

"Assassin! It's an assassin!"

"Nixon, how dare you do such a thing!"

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"Guards! Guards! Protect the President!"

The scene instantly descended into chaos, and everyone was gripped with panic.

At this critical moment, a person whom no one present could have expected stepped forward and shouted loudly, "Wait until I finish speaking!"

It was Trask!

This man, shorter than everyone else present, actually stepped forward at this time!

His appearance instantly attracted everyone's attention.

A sense of inexplicable admiration suddenly arose in everyone's hearts.

However—his subsequent actions and words left everyone dumbfounded, and they all expressed that they had misjudged this man.

The moment Trask saw Mystique appear, his gaze drifted for a split second, then became exceptionally firm, filled with utter resolve.

He jumped down from his chair, a height that made him stumble and almost fall.

His short body appeared exceptionally comical at this moment, yet it carried an indescribable aura, resembling a warrior who knew he would surely die yet pushed forward unflinchingly.

Trask rushed quickly toward Mystique, and everyone thought he was going to do something incredible.

However—

Trask executed an extremely neat slide-kneel, dropping straight to the ground not far from Mystique. While kowtowing rapidly, he begged for mercy in tears, "Please, let me go! I'll never dare use Mutants to conduct those cruel experiments again! I'll never dare provoke the relationship between Mutants and humans again!"

"I shouldn't have manufactured those superweapons against Mutants to satisfy my own vanity and desires. Yes, I just hate all humans and Mutants who are taller than me. I am a sinner, I am guilty, I am a damned scum!"

At this moment, he completely lacked the look of heroic self-sacrifice from earlier, showing only a repulsive expression of begging for mercy.

Trask's attitude was extremely sincere; his gaze drifted for another split second, and he increased the volume of his speech once more.

Pointing at the people behind him, he roared, "Kill them, just don't kill me! I'll listen to everything you say, I beg you! I want to live, I can build weapons for you and let Mutants rule all of humanity!"

The originally noisy and chaotic conference hall instantly quieted down at this moment, to the point where even breathing could be clearly heard.

Dignitaries from various countries widened their eyes, staring in disbelief at Trask kneeling on the ground.

They were completely dumbfounded.

A moment ago, they thought Trask was a hero who stepped forward, but who would have expected him to be as stinking as a pile of bear excrement, unbearably foul, equally disgusting to everyone.

Even the most cowardly person wouldn't confess all the bad things they had done in the past so easily, right?

This wasn't just being bad; this was unspeakable stupidity!

Regardless of whether he could survive or not, Trask was done for!

Announcing his betrayal of humanity so grandly—whether it was true or not, he was dead for sure!

Those who knew Trask were even more completely baffled now.

How could someone usually so shrewd suddenly become so foolish?

Faced with a life-and-death crisis, their minds became somewhat chaotic, and they began to fill in the blanks themselves.

In this era, a dwarf of extremely short stature like Traskwas regarded as congenitally deformed, naturally facing various forms of discrimination and ostracism. It didn't seem so strange for him to have mental flaws.

Even Dark Phoenix, who was controlling Mystique, wore a puzzled and incomprehensible expression upon seeing Trask's appearance.

For a moment, she didn't know whether she should pull the trigger.

She had never seen such a cowardly fellow who, just by having a gun pointed at him, would surrender and beg for mercy so easily, confessing all the bad deeds he had done.

Dark Phoenix suddenly suspected whether the memories she had read had been tampered with by Charles.

Was such good-for-nothing trash really the creator of the Sentinel?

Even if this fellow was beaten to death, would the human side really adopt this loser's robot proposal?

She had gone through so much trouble to come to the past, and had to carefully maintain spacetime stability without any issues, just to kill such a useless fellow? Could this really keep the future unchanged?

After a brief silence, Dark Phoenix, driven by various negative emotions, experienced a flash of inspiration.

She suddenly figured something out: the important thing was not to kill Trask in the identity of Mystique, but to let humans know the threat Mutants posed to them.

In this way, no matter how much of a loser Trask was, for the sake of their own safety, humans would still consider his proposal, and the future would still remain unchanged.

She seemed to have been misled by Charles's memories, focusing entirely on Mystique assassinating Trask.

Having figured this out, Dark Phoenix immediately changed her mind; she was going on a massive killing spree, leaving only a few survivors.

She wanted to let all of humanity know how great the threat of Mutants was, making humans and Mutants fight to the bitter end!

She immediately pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Accompanied by fire, a bullet spewed from the muzzle, shooting straight toward Trask.

However, the mind-blowing scene everyone imagined did not appear.

Instead, a scene that left the humans present dumbfounded occurred.

That bullet stopped out of thin air when it was less than a few centimeters away from Trask!

This scene was just like acting in a movie.

At this moment, Charles and Erik appeared behind Dark Phoenix.

Clearly, the one who stopped the bullet was Erik, known as Magneto!

Without turning her head, Dark Phoenix pulled the trigger continuously once more. This time, the target was not Trask, but the others inside the conference hall.

Unsurprisingly, the bullets were still frozen in mid-air by Erik.

Loya, down below, had been paying attention to the situation inside the conference hall. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

He had controlled Trask to say those words precisely to make Dark Phoenix change her mindset—instead of only thinking about Trask, she should target as many people as possible like this now.

That way, it would be easier for him to execute his next plan, killing two birds with one stone.

Meanwhile, inside the conference hall, dignitaries from various countries watched all this with dumbfounded expressions.

Clearly, the one who froze these bullets was also a Mutant, just as Trask had mentioned.

Their minds were sharp; they instantly understood that there were different factions among Mutants. The people saving them were clearly the good guys among the Mutants.

Before everyone could recover from their narrow escape, Dark Phoenix took her next action.

She was seen controlling Mystique's body to slowly rise into the air, as an invisible yet powerful force erupted accordingly.

Boom, with a loud crash!

Everyone only felt a burst of blinding sunlight shining down.

Instinctively shielding their eyes slightly with their hands and looking up, they instantly held their breath.

Several floors above the conference hall actually flew up just like that!

The incredible power made everyone forget even how to breathe.

Under everyone's gaze, the dilapidated building crashed straight toward the plaza outside.

And there were tens of thousands of citizens waiting for the council to end!

As long as this building crashed down, the consequences would be unimaginable!

However, Erik, who could control metal, remained motionless. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, but he only watched this scene silently; without Loya's command, he would not make a move.

Charles, on the other hand, had a panicked look in his eyes, continuously chanting inwardly, "Loya, is your plan going to work or not? People are going to die! Hurry up!"

Although he was anxious inside, he didn't dare make a move either, fearing that the plan would fail at the last hurdle.

The citizens in the plaza only felt the sky darken, and looked up.

A building was crashing down straight like that.

What the hell was this situation?

Most of the citizens still had smiles on their faces, completely failing to react in time.

By the time they reacted, it was already too late!

The building was almost right above their heads, and they could even feel the gale blowing toward their faces.

At this critical juncture,

When everyone thought there would be heavy casualties,

A figure abruptly appeared in front of everyone.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the building burst into raging flames, leaving not even a wisp of dust behind.

Everyone's vision was drawn by that figure. Their mouths parted slightly, and their eyes widened, unable to believe what they were seeing.

That figure wore exquisite and gorgeous armor, with two pairs of huge white wings on his back, holding a giant sword burning with fierce flames, appearing incomparably sacred.

Above his head floated a gentle yet dazzling halo, and everyone illuminated by the light felt a tranquility originating from the depths of their souls.

Everyone stared blankly at all this, with only one thought in their hearts.

"Is this—Angel?"