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"Raven, let's go. We're heading to Xavier's mansion."
1970, Manhattan Avenue, New York. Lancelot walked out of the Stark Industries Expo with Mystique Raven by his side.
"Yes, my king." Standing beside him, Raven's blue skin shimmered back to its natural hue.
"Teleport." Lancelot wrapped his arm around Raven, and in an instant, both of them dissolved into a swirl of red mist, vanishing from sight.
Xavier's Mansion, New York.
Professor Xavier lay in a drunken stupor, while Beast Hank tended to his daily needs. Over the past seven years, the mansion had fallen into disrepair.
Though Xavier was not physically paralyzed, ever since the forced use of the Cerebral Enhancement Machine erased his higher-level memories seven years ago, guilt had consumed him, and he drowned it in alcohol.
Instead of strengthening, his psychic abilities had atrophied over the years.
Thunk.
In an instant, Lancelot and Mystique appeared in the mansion, and Hank, ever vigilant, rushed to their side.
"My king." Hank transformed into his gorilla-like Beast form, bowing respectfully to Lancelot.
"How is Xavier?" Lancelot's gaze flicked toward the inebriated professor.
"Sir… his condition is… unfavorable. He's become addicted to alcohol," Hank admitted, a trace of resentment in his voice.
Seeing Xavier reduced to this state left Hank feeling helpless. Once sharp and commanding, the professor had, in just seven years, become a mere shadow of himself. To the other mutants, the cause of this decline seemed tragically absurd.
"Raven, wake Xavier," Lancelot ordered, stepping past Hank and approaching the professor. Observing Xavier's weary, disheveled appearance, Lancelot shook his head in mild frustration.
Over the years, Lancelot had been absorbed in the affairs of the Mutant Evolution House, neglecting the oversight of his mutants. Xavier's guilt had festered unchecked, producing the man before him now.
Splash!
Raven casually poured a cup of water over Xavier's face. Slowly, the hungover professor blinked awake.
"My king." Upon seeing Lancelot, Xavier's expression shifted to one of solemn respect.
"Can I still use the Cerebral Enhancement Device?" Lancelot frowned as he looked at Xavier.
"Sir… I am truly sorry. I… I…" Xavier's shame was palpable. Over the past years, his psychic powers had waned, weakened further by alcohol.
Lately, he had been haunted by visions of the future: a world in ruin, a wheelchair-bound Xavier with "despair etched across his face." Even upon awakening, the hopelessness lingered, filling him with guilt and fear.
"Pathetic." Lancelot snorted, dismissing Xavier without another glance.
"Hank, notify me immediately if Logan appears," he commanded, then turned and left the mansion with Mystique Raven.
"Sir… do you really think Logan will seek out Xavier?" Mystique asked, her tone tinged with curiosity.
Since 1962, after the first battle involving mutants, Logan had departed the mansion with Xavier and vanished alone. Over the past eight years, not even Lancelot could trace his whereabouts. It seemed likely that Logan had secluded himself on a remote island, living like a beast.
"I will find him. Logan is the key to reversing the future," Lancelot said confidently, a faint smile on his lips.
For years, Lancelot had observed the future. The remaining mutants were now prepared to embark on consciousness time travel. He knew what this meant: the story of reversing the future was about to begin.
Yet Lancelot remained puzzled. He had been searching for Bolivar Trask for a long time, but it was as if the man had never existed. This left uncertainty over whether the plan to reverse the future would succeed.
"Sir… Howard Stark has left New York." As Lancelot contemplated the reversal of the future, Mystique handed him a special communicator. White Queen Emma's voice came through.
"Finally leaving New York?" Lancelot smiled.
In 1970, two old acquaintances would soon arrive at the Strategic Science Corps' New Jersey base: Captain America Steve Rogers from the future, and Howard Stark's son, Tony Stark.
For this reason, Lancelot had long kept his operatives monitoring Howard Stark. Now that Howard had left the city, the arrival of these future heroes was imminent.
"Emma, we'll meet at the New Jersey base," Lancelot ordered over the communicator, then teleported with Mystique Raven to the facility.
Strategic Science Corps, New Jersey.
Director Peggy Carter was intently reviewing documents concerning the Mutant Evolution House. Following Lancelot's devastating assault on the facility, she had classified all information on Lancelot and the mutants as top secret.
"Peggy… Peggy Carter. My research is complete."
Just then, a disheveled scientist in a lab coat burst into her office.
"Dr. Pym, calm down," Carter said, frowning, though her warning had little effect.
Dr. Pym hurried forward, placing a vial of a special substance on her desk.
"The Pym Particles… I've finally synthesized them. With this, my Ant-Man project can proceed," he said excitedly. Just days before, he had succeeded in creating Pym Particles.
These quantum particles were remarkable: when integrated into a specially designed combat suit, they allowed the wearer to shrink. With further research, they could open the gateway to the Quantum Realm and change the world.
"Seal the Pym Particles immediately," Carter ordered, halting his excitement.
"Seal… what?" Dr. Pym could hardly believe his ears. This was cutting-edge, era-defying technology—and Carter wanted it locked away?
"You heard me," she said calmly. "The Pym Particles are too dangerous to leave unsecured."