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On a lake outside New York City, a golden sphere of energy shot into the sky.
The golden light flickered once—then vanished into the heavens.
New York – Xavier's Mansion
The Xavier Mansion lay in ruins, silent and desolate.
Inside the mansion, Professor X sat in his wheelchair, his face twisted in pain.
"Hank… Hank!"
Professor X cried out anxiously, his voice strained as he called for Beast.
In this altered timeline, Professor X had been infected with a rare virus in 1970, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. Worse still, he had lost the recovery serum of the Mutant Evolution House. For the past three years, he had been confined to a wheelchair.
"Professor, are you unwell again?"
Beast stepped forward. His eyes were hollow, his expression numb.
In this timeline, Lancelot had disappeared.
Without their king, the Mutant Evolution Family collapsed, falling into chaos.
Beast—once a core member of the Mutant Evolution House—had been deeply affected. Grief had hollowed him out.
"Cough… medicine… painkillers…"
Professor X groaned. His mental state was unstable. The unknown virus was attacking his nervous system, preventing him from focusing—let alone using his psychic abilities.
Beast silently injected the painkiller.
Afterward, he sat down on the steps, staring blankly into the distance.
"Hank… how are mutants doing now?"
After the injection took effect, Professor X calmed down and asked softly.
"It's tragic," Beast replied hesitantly.
"Trask Industries has begun hunting mutants again."
"I understand," Professor X said quietly.
"You want me to stand up… find King Lancelot… and rebuild the Mutant Evolution House."
"The moment our king disappeared, you should have stood up," Beast said emotionally.
"Your Cerebro can control the minds of the entire human race!"
Over the past three years, Beast had begged Professor X more than once—to find Lancelot, or even to erase humanity's hatred toward mutants.
Every time, Professor X refused.
"I'm sorry, Hank," Professor X said with guilt.
"You shouldn't apologize to me," Beast replied coldly.
"You should apologize to all the mutants who died because of this."
Within three years, even powerful mutants like Black Emperor Xiao and White Queen Emma had perished.
Strong mutants vanished one after another.
New mutants, lacking growth hormones and X-gene stabilizers, often lost control of their powers.
Once again, mutants were labeled monsters—captured like commodities, dissected like lab rats.
"I'm truly sorry…"
Professor X closed his eyes again, pain and guilt overwhelming him.
"Excuse me… is Professor X here?"
The familiar voice made both men look up.
A broad-shouldered, bearded man walked in, a cigar clenched between his teeth.
"Logan… Wolverine?"
Beast frowned. His body transformed into a massive blue-furred beast as he lunged forward.
"Hey—easy!"
Logan, freshly sent back from the future, reacted instantly, extending his bone claws to defend himself.
Boom!
Beast roared and slammed Logan into the ground, his claws piercing Logan's shoulder.
"Ragh!"
Logan roared in pain, then hurled Beast away with brute force.
"If you're not here to find my king," Beast snarled,
"then why are you here?"
Logan stared at him, utterly confused.
"What are you talking about?"
He glanced at Beast and greeted him casually.
"Wow… Hank. Long time no see. Thought you'd been dead for years."
Beast froze and looked at Professor X.
"Logan has lost many memories," Professor X said weakly.
"He doesn't remember the Mutant Evolution House."
"The Mutant Evolution House?"
Logan frowned. "What's that?"
He then introduced himself and explained the future Sentinel crisis—the war, the extinction of mutants.
"Sentinels? Trask?"
Professor X and Beast exchanged stunned looks.
"If my king truly existed," Beast scoffed,
"there would never have been a Sentinel crisis."
He turned and walked away.
"Your king?" Logan asked, confused.
"Who is he? Sorry, Professor—but there's no such person in the future."
"My king is Lancelot," Professor X said solemnly.
"The King of Mutants. He disappeared three years ago."
"You said the Sentinels were created using Mystique's DNA,"
Professor X continued.
"If we find Raven… can we stop this future?"
Professor X once again peered into Logan's memories.
It was a future without hope.
"Yes," Logan replied.
"As long as we find Mystique, we can change everything."
"How absurd," a cold, mocking voice echoed.
"The Sentinel crisis is clearly humanity's fault—yet you want mutants to kill their own kind?"
"Professor X… is this the justice you uphold?"
A cloud of red mist formed before them.
Lancelot stepped out.
"My king…"
Professor X stared in shock, emotions colliding on his face.
Logan, lacking any time-travel immunity, instinctively raised his guard.
"Kneel,"
Lancelot said coldly, activating Geass.
Thud.
Logan's vision spun—then he collapsed to his knees.
"What… what is happening?"
Fear overtook him as his consciousness blurred and was pulled back into the future.
"Hank," Lancelot said calmly,
"prepare a quiet room. I'm going to draw a lottery."
"Yes… Your Majesty."
Beast stared at Lancelot in disbelief—then bowed deeply, trembling with excitement.