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"Hey, Victor, brother, want a beer?" On a wide road, several fully armed soldiers sat atop a pickup truck, their eyes fierce as they stared at Victor the Sabretooth sitting in the middle. One of them even handed him a can of beer.
"Thanks, Allen," Victor said with a smile, nodding to the soldier beside him. He opened the beer can with his fangs and drained it in one gulp.
"Cool! Mutation, evolution, glory!!" The soldiers immediately cheered with excitement. Seeing their eager eyes, Victor felt a twinge of melancholy.
"This is what it means to live. This is the glory that a mutant deserves," Victor exclaimed, clenching his fists in excitement. He then looked at Lancelot, who was seated in the passenger seat, his eyes filled with unparalleled respect and fervor.
Victor knew that the dreamlike life he now led was a gift from King Lancelot.
For the first time, he felt inner peace. His mind was no longer consumed by killing, savagery, and beastly instincts.
He could think like a normal person, appreciate the beauty of the world, and experience his own emotions.
For the first time, Victor felt respected and cherished by humans, realizing he was neither a monster nor an outcast.
In recent days at the Mutant Evolution House, Victor had often reflected on his past, feeling immense regret for his senseless acts of slaughter. Upon awakening, he reviewed his memories and realized that the violent being known as Sabretooth was not truly him.
After two centuries of ignorance, today I finally understand: I am truly myself.
"James, my mutant brother, if you saw me now, you would be surprised," Victor said, gazing into the distance with a rare, gentle smile, as if he had lived through the changes of a lifetime.
"Mutation and glory."
"Long live my lord, Lancelot!"
Victor raised his arms and shouted, and the soldiers around him enthusiastically joined in.
"Sir, the X-Men base is approaching," reported a CIA agent driving the pickup, speaking to Lancelot in the passenger seat.
"I see," Lancelot replied, nodding as he continued to browse through the files in his hands.
One file contained detailed information about various mutants. Among the familiar names were Professor Charles Xavier, Magneto Erik Lehnsherr, and Mystique Raven.
Other notable figures included Sebastian Shaw of the Hellfire Club, the White Queen Emma Frost, Azazel the Red Devil, and Torrent Janos Quest.
"After Charles Xavier's self-sacrifice, politicians began establishing their own mutant research programs, even scouring the globe for mutants," Lancelot said, closing the file. The content was shocking—documenting every mutant research project.
Though many of these projects hadn't yet launched due to the scarcity of mutants, over time, finding mutants with their powers would be easy.
The only thing waiting for mutants then would be to become test subjects in experimental labs, enduring maddening torment and study.
"Professor Xavier has spent so long helping humans resist Sebastian Shaw, yet he fails to see that his mutant companions are about to be imprisoned. It's utterly absurd," Lancelot sneered.
He held Xavier in contempt for his attitude toward humans. Xavier may have been a competent teacher of mutants, but he was no capable leader.
He compromised blindly with humans. Deep down, he still thought of himself as human. And because of this, he repeatedly retreated under human pressure, allowing humans to freely capture mutants. Even the students of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters were not spared.
"Sir, we've arrived at the X-Men base," the agent announced as the pickup stopped at a modest base.
Originally a secret flight facility and supersonic experimental aircraft research lab, it had now taken on a new identity: the X-Men base.
Due to distrust of mutants, the CIA's top officials had not prepared a base for someone like Charles. They simply isolated the abandoned flight facility and let Xavier establish the X-Men base there.
Lancelot stepped down from the truck, straightened his attire, and noted that the base had only two or three administrators, a few large felines and kittens, and a tactical team of 20. He shook his head.
The base's defenses were laughably weak. Not even considering Sebastian Shaw, even the top human mercenaries could enter and exit with ease.
"Victor," Lancelot called. Victor jumped down from the truck and stood behind him.
"My king, your orders," Victor said eagerly, adjusting his black suit, his face filled with excitement. He could sense the familiar aura.
"Let's go meet our mutant comrades," Lancelot said, walking into the base. Immediately, several X-Men operatives moved to surround him.
Roar!
Victor stepped forward to shield Lancelot, glaring at the operatives and letting out a tiger-like roar.
"Relax, Victor," Lancelot said, patting him on the shoulder with a smile.
"As you command, my king," Victor replied. At Lancelot's words, he relaxed, standing respectfully behind him.
"Continue with your previous assignments, soldiers," Lancelot said coldly, glancing at the surrounding troops.
The soldiers paused, then lowered their weapons and returned to their positions to resume guard duty.
But Lancelot didn't even glance at them. He leisurely strolled through the base with Victor the Sabretooth by his side.