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"Go. Find them. Find my fellow mutants."
At the Evolution Home, Lancelot sat upon a raised platform, resting his chin on his right hand as he looked down at the elite agents below and issued his command.
"We obey, my king."
Led by Paul Yulton, the elite agents placed their right hands over their chests, bowed deeply, and shouted in unison, "My King."
Moments later, they departed the base in waves, each carrying classified files.
"My King, Lancelot."
On the platform, a delicate-featured blonde girl approached him, her eyes filled with affection. She threw herself into his arms and smiled softly.
"Raven, my sweet," Lancelot said warmly. Her face perfectly matched his aesthetic taste, and he couldn't help but kiss her.
Lancelot had returned to the Evolution Home three days ago. During these three days, he had been continuously testing Sabretooth Victor's data.
Through these tests, Lancelot accurately determined Victor's current mutant level.
Level Five Mutant.
Moreover, thanks to Victor's regenerative abilities and animal-like perception, even among Level Five mutants, Sabretooth Victor stood at the top.
He was powerful enough to fight even Magneto—or Sebastian Shaw.
Sebastian Shaw had most likely already begun absorbing nuclear energy, storing vast amounts of it within his body. Sabretooth Victor alone would not be enough to defeat him.
After confirming Victor's Level Five status, Lancelot dispatched him to search for his mutant brother—Logan, the Wolverine.
"My lord, do you prefer this… or this?"
While Lancelot was meditating, Raven had already climbed onto him. Blue scales spread across her body as her blonde hair and blue eyes transformed into a black-haired, black-eyed beauty.
"Raven, you need to be clearer," Lancelot said with a smile. "As long as it's beautiful, I like it."
Raven gazed at him with infatuation. She had fallen deeply in love with Lancelot.
When she was at her loneliest and most humiliated, it was Lancelot who saved her—who gave her dignity, respect, and humanity she had never known.
Love.
Over the past three days, Raven had used every trick she knew to please Lancelot—and he accepted them all without hesitation.
To possess Mystique Raven was to possess every beauty in the world. What pleased Lancelot most was her body's flexibility and her ability to freely change form, which made it impossible for him to tire of her.
Only now did Lancelot finally understand why kings so often failed to return to court.
While Lancelot and Mystique Raven were happily "playing cards," every CIA agent across the globe was in motion under his command.
The vast intelligence network allowed them to rapidly locate mutants listed in the archives.
California, West Coast — Oakland
Bar
A Black man dressed like a Western cowboy sat at the bar, quietly drinking rum while watching the laughing men and women around him, envy filling his eyes.
"John, John—did you wander into the women's bathhouse again today?"
The cowboy froze as a burly white man approached, sneering with open contempt.
John merely glanced at him coldly, then lowered his cowboy hat to shade his eyes.
"Wow, look at this pervert who keeps showing up in women's baths," the white man—Jonathan—shouted exaggeratedly, drawing the attention of the entire bar. Emboldened, he began loudly insulting John.
"Hey, freak. My girlfriend gave you a great nickname—Ghost John. How about it?"
People around them stared at John with strange looks. Some even nodded in agreement, enjoying the mockery.
"Jonathan, you're asking to die."
John finally raised his head, icy killing intent flashing in his eyes.
Bang!
Jonathan threw a heavy punch, smashing it into John's head and leaving him dizzy.
"Damn it."
John cursed—and vanished from his seat.
Bang!
Like a ghost, John appeared behind Jonathan and beat him mercilessly. His figure flickered again and again, striking from all directions.
Bang!
Another punch slammed into Jonathan's head. He collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Before losing consciousness, Jonathan screamed in fear and hatred:
"Monster… freak… damn Ghost John!"
"I prefer 'Phantom,'" John said calmly, glancing down at the fallen man.
"From now on, call me Phantom John."
When John looked up again, the terrified crowd stared at him as if he were a monster. In the next instant, he vanished from the bar.
"Phantom John. Mutant. Born in Oakland. Ability: Teleportation.
Seven years ago, shortly after awakening, his powers were unstable, causing him to uncontrollably teleport into women's bathhouses and restrooms. Because of this, he became feared by the city."
As Phantom John stepped outside, a man in a black suit approached and spoke calmly.
"Who are you?" John asked warily.
"I'm CIA Agent Jerry. It's an honor to meet you, Mr. John."
Jerry smiled respectfully, his eyes filled with sincere admiration.
This was the first time John had ever seen such a look—not disgust, not ridicule, not fear—but genuine respect.
"What do you want?" John asked, his expression softening.
"A respected pioneer of humanity. A great explorer of evolution.
A genius among mankind."
Jerry bowed slightly, shocking John.
"Mr. John, King Lancelot welcomes you."
"T-this…" John stared blankly at him.
"King… Lancelot?"
Still dazed, Phantom John followed Agent Jerry into the car.
Similar scenes were unfolding across the world.
In London, mutant Bradley accepted the invitation after meeting a respectful female agent.
At a European mercenary base, CIA agents stormed in and subdued everyone, taking away the overlooked sharpshooter—Korean mercenary David North, Agent Zero.
Deep in a tropical rainforest, a man with a toad's head was hunting insects with his long tongue when CIA agents retrieved him.
In a Las Vegas casino, a well-dressed man gripped his staff in caution—but relaxed when he saw the agents' respectful demeanor.
As time passed, more and more mutants were discovered.