Harry left X Academy in a hurry, always cautious of Professor X's overwhelming telepathic power.
With his mental strength reduced, flying was no longer as effortless as before.
Using the armor suit to remotely control the flying skateboard, Harry took the items Storm had given him, stepped onto the board, and sped away from the Academy.
At the same time, he recorded Professor X's information:
Name: Charles Xavier
Age: 60 years old
Physical condition: unhealthy (disability)
Ability: Telepathy (90)
Item: Remote-Controlled Wheelchair (5)
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The distance from X Academy to Osborn Headquarters wasn't far. Flying at supersonic speed, Harry arrived in less than ten minutes.
Amid the crowd's shouting and the people looking up from below, Harry entered the underground laboratory through the hidden passage.
A gentle landing was a rare experience.
"Dr. Carl, are you there?" Harry called while removing his armor suit.
He called for a while, but no answer came.
Dr. Carl was, after all, a researcher of Osborn Industries. It wasn't unusual for him not to be here sometimes. But since Harry had delivered a generous amount of raw Adamantium the previous day, and given Dr. Carl's obsession with research, he should've been completely absorbed in studying it.
After changing clothes, Harry searched the other rooms but still found no trace of Dr. Carl. So he dragged a chair over, sat down, and picked up the X-Men uniform lying on the table.
"Ding-dong."
"Unowned item detected — X-Men Uniform (10). Does the host wish to convert it into points?"
"Yes," Harry replied inwardly.
As he expected, the X-Men uniform counted as an item for conversion. And there was no reason to let it go to waste.
"The host's remaining points are one hundred thirty-five."
The clothes disappeared from his hand as the system sounded again.
"Ding."
Just then, the sound of the elevator drew Harry's attention.
Dr. Carl stepped out of the elevator—the very person Harry had been searching for. His signature white lab coat was smudged with grime, his gray beard messier than usual. He carried a box in his arms, though Harry didn't know what was inside. But judging from his appearance, it was clearly something related.
And Harry's guess was right.
"Harry, you're back." Dr. Carl came over with the box, placed it on the long metal table, opened it excitedly, and continued, "Yesterday, when the flying skateboard returned with the furnace attached, I was shocked. Later, I realized it was the metal we talked about before. It took me a long time to get it off the bottom of the skateboard, but I hadn't opened the protective casing yet. I tried everything—sweating and struggling—and just when I was about to give up, I found the protective casing automatically retracted. But by then it was late, and we didn't have the facilities to build this thing here, so I returned to the company factory. I finally finished it just now."
After his long explanation, Dr. Carl unwrapped the layers inside the box and revealed a deformed helmet made of hard silver metal.
"Here, take a look." Dr. Carl handed the helmet to Harry with a proud smile, like a man presenting a treasure.
"Is this supposed to be a replica of that helmet?" Harry frowned, taking it with obvious distaste. The hollow center indicated it was indeed a helmet. But its jagged, twisted shape did not inspire confidence. Thankfully, the system chimed.
"Ding-dong."
"Unowned item detected — Isolated Mind-Control Helmet (25). Convert to points?"
"No," Harry answered silently.
The system likely also felt the replica's ugliness, giving it only a twenty-five-point evaluation.
But realistically, it was simply an imitation, so the rating dropped.
"It's a little ugly," Harry commented, giving Dr. Carl a sideways glance. "Let's change it."
As soon as he spoke, the helmet in his hand began to change shape. The silver surface rippled like flowing mercury, and soon it had transformed into the familiar style of Magneto's original helmet.
"How about this?" Harry asked, holding the helmet up. His magnetic field control had clearly improved drastically on a microscopic level. Previously, reshaping something as dense as Adamantium required all his concentration. Now it was effortless.
"It does look better… but it has no practical effect," Dr. Carl said after thinking for a moment, his voice serious. Clearly, he prioritized function over appearance.
"Alright." Harry sighed in resignation and placed the helmet on his head.
It was a bit heavy, but manageable. However, once he put it on, his sensitivity to the outside world dropped noticeably. His mental power couldn't extend outward at all. Whenever he tried, it hit the helmet's inner layer and bounced back. With the helmet on, his psychic abilities were completely sealed, confined only to the space within it.
"Oh, this is really uncomfortable." Harry removed the helmet and shook his head.
When he obtained Magneto's original helmet before, he hadn't felt anything like this. Harry suspected his mental power back then had been too crude and simple. Now that he had improved significantly, he could finally feel this suppression.
"Doctor, is there any Adamantium left?" Harry asked, thinking of the metal's incredible toughness.
"Oh, yes. This helmet barely used any material. There's plenty left—enough to rebuild a full armor suit if we wanted," Dr. Carl replied immediately.
"No need for an armor suit. It doesn't help me much anymore," Harry said, waving his hand. Now that he had Wolverine's healing factor, the armor's previous function—preventing accidents from severe injury—was no longer necessary. With his physical strength, he didn't need it, and sometimes the armor even restricted his flexibility.
"Then what do you want to do with it?" Dr. Carl asked.
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