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Lancelot single-handedly annihilated the entire Strategic Science Corps Academy.
Before claiming the academy, he secretly implanted a hidden Geass on Nick Fury, forcing him into obedience. Even Fury had no idea he could escape Lancelot's influence—he had already become a puppet of Lancelot's Geass.
Trembling, Nick Fury dragged a terrified Phil Coulson along as they fled, eventually returning to the Tri-Wing Headquarters of the Strategic Science Corps. There, they reported the complete destruction of the academy to Director Peggy Carter.
Upon hearing that Lancelot might possess a spoken-command ability, even the iron-willed agent Peggy Carter—always devoted to science—fell silent.
Peggy Carter, usually a cautious and hesitant leader, immediately abandoned all research and investigations into mutants upon learning that Lancelot had massacred the academy she had built using a power similar to her own authority.
She even issued strict orders forbidding all agents of the Strategic Science Corps from entering "Silent Stage" operations or secretly investigating mutant incidents. Later, she went so far as to cover up the massacre, claiming to the public that the Strategic Science Institute had suffered a chemical leak.
These actions could not simply be called indecisive. The Strategic Science Corps had once again fallen into silence.
"Mutants… Lancelot!"
In her office at the Tri-Wing building, Peggy Carter scowled, tapping her fingers nervously on the desk as she picked up a secure phone.
"I need you… your leave is over," she said firmly. The encrypted line, however, remained silent.
"The future has already changed."
After hanging up, Peggy Carter fell into deep thought, sighing and letting out a bitter, quiet laugh.
With the Strategic Science Corps plunged into silence once more, Lancelot returned to his own CIA headquarters.
Upon his return, he immediately attended the lavish funeral of his fallen soldiers at the Evolution House. Lancelot personally decreed that the families of every fallen soldier would receive priority for advancement. Evolution House would support them, ensuring their lifelong security and prosperity.
After the funeral, Lancelot resumed his leisurely life. With the Strategic Science Corps silenced, he could once again focus on the mutants' first true battle.
Since the previous three-way skirmish and the Evolution House's rise to fame in the first battle, both the Hellfire Club's Black Emperor Xiao and the X-Men's leaders—Professor X and Magneto—felt an acute sense of crisis.
Thus, after the battle, the two titans of the mutant world returned to a tense silence. Professor X and Magneto intensified the training of the X-Men, pushing them to master their mutant powers as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, Xiao Black Emperor launched repeated assaults, relying on his own strength to provoke wars.
The world teetered on the brink of global conflict between the two superpowers. Even the U.S. President had delivered repeated pre-war mobilization speeches in the past days, while Moscow deployed millions of troops, ready to face the approaching steel tide.
"A calm before the storm," Lancelot mused. Ten days passed in the blink of an eye as he stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, surveying the world below.
These ten days were the calmest he had experienced.
"Anna, prepare a quiet room for me," he said, turning to his personal secretary.
"Yes, sir," Anna replied. By now, she had long since proven herself competent in her role.
On the eve of the mutants' first battle, Lancelot received the second batch of students. Three months later, he was ready to conduct the first "lucky draw" for the patients of the bicuspid surgery.
"System, begin the draw," Lancelot said, seated in a specially reinforced titanium chamber, fully prepared for combat.
Ding.
"Congratulations, host. You have the chance to acquire a second-pupil skill. Usage is optional."
"Use it," Lancelot responded without hesitation, immediately initiating the ocular procedure.
Ding.
"The secondary ocular procedure draw has begun… The lottery is in progress…"
"The draw is complete. Congratulations. You have obtained the eye technique… highly remarkable."
Lancelot felt a mild tingling in his eyes. In his ruby-red pupils, a new interface appeared—a calendar-like structure, entirely distinct from his Geass power.
"Awake? I was dead tired, so I brought you a pillow," he said, excitement flickering across his face.
Though rare, this ocular technique was nothing short of divine in the Marvel world—a truly awe-inspiring ability.
The anime Translation of the Mysterious City had once been wildly popular, telling the story of teenagers with unique abilities, featuring stunning visuals. While the show's story was entertaining, the true importance lay in awakening latent powers.
The "Pupil Art" ability enabled the replacement of a fragile body with an ideal one. Yes—an ideal form.
Lancelot opened the door to this potential, finally obtaining enough resources to shed the limitations of his human body.
Yet, he felt a twinge of regret: though his current body was impressive, he could not replace it entirely with his ideal form. Such transformation needed to be gradual.
In other words, Lancelot could not instantly replace his fragile human frame with the might of an Eternal Titan like Thanos. This remarkable ability was, at its core, a secondary ocular skill.
Upon his first body transformation, Lancelot faced an "ideal threshold." Exceed it, and the power would fail to activate.
"So, if you wish to alter your ideal form, you must follow the basic rules," Lancelot said, nodding firmly. Even with limits, this skill remained a god-tier ocular ability.
"Then let's begin the replacement."
He looked down at his weak human body, a gleam of anticipation in his eyes.
"Open your eyes."
His pupils glowed red. The power activated instantly.
Lancelot felt his consciousness separate from his body. Looking down, he could see his body covered in circuit-like lines visible only to him. The lines extended outward, connecting to the void itself.
With a benevolent heart, he began to plan his ideal body.
"First… infuse the energy absorption from Black Emperor Xiao into your system."