“What kind of idea is it?”
Hank’s eyes lit up at Alex’s words, staring at him with anticipation.
“Yeah, Alex, what is it?” Raven also looked straight at him, her gaze full of curiosity.
But Alex just shook his head, refusing to elaborate.
There wasn’t even a shadow of a plan yet—what was the point of talking about it and getting everyone’s hopes up?
Founding a nation… to most people, that sounded like a complete fantasy.
...
> "The speech has shocked the entire world."
> "In just a few days, the President of the United States has made two completely contradictory statements."
> "These conflicting declarations have cast even more doubt over the Cuban Missile Crisis. Everyone wants to know—what really happened back then?"
—
Inside a luxurious villa, Alex, Hank, and the three girls—Raven, Emma, and Copycat—were all gathered in the living ro...
November 22nd.
Another press conference was held, offering new updates and clarifications on the Cuban Missile Crisis.
Unlike their previous statements—which were skewed and deliberately misleading due to political considerations—this time, the authorities admitted to having manipulated public opinion. They had stoked emotions and misled the people, resulting in a widespread, distorted perception of mutants.
One that could only be described as deeply prejudice...
"Want me to be honest?"
Queen White's voice rang out, her eyes burning as she looked at the others. "Frankly, I wish they'd refused to cooperate. That way, I could've had the pleasure of doing it all over again."
"You and Alex are a match made in hell," Copy Cat muttered, clicking his tongue.
This woman really was crazy—certifiably unhinged. It probably took someone as unorthodox as Alex to keep her in check.
"Let's go. We'll see how it all plays out soon...
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, now that the ones who needed to go are gone, shall we move on to the main event?"
Alex's voice rang out again as he casually clapped his hands, like he had just wrapped up a trivial chore.
The survivors—all high-ranking officials—felt their minds going blank.
What?!
He just slaughtered over twenty top-level government figures, and that wasn't even the main event?
That was just… a warm-up?
Are you kidding m...
Whoosh!
Bang!
The congressman was hurled into the air as if struck by a boulder, slamming into the wall several meters away before crashing to the floor.
Alex hadn't gone for the kill, but that one slap had nearly shattered the man's bones. He lay curled up on the ground, looking half-dead, utterly incapable of standing.
His eyes stared wide in terror at Alex. In that moment, he dared not utter another word.
“So this is what you came for today? Revenge?”...
"Well."
Under the sharp gazes of the American high command, Alex looked perfectly calm, not a hint of panic on his face. He simply spread his hands. "I guess I don’t need to introduce myself, do I?"
“For those about to die, no introduction is necessary,” Emma Frost added nonchalantly by his side.
“Emma…” Alex gave her a helpless smile. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, but…”
He paused. A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
“…Y...
Outside the Pentagon.
“So this is the Pentagon, huh?”
The White Queen looked up at the imposing structure—a symbol of the highest authority in the United States and one of its most iconic buildings—and couldn't help but shrug.
“Shaw once dreamed that after wiping out humanity, he’d make this place the headquarters of our club.”
Turning to look at her companions, the White Queen recalled Shaw’s lofty ambitions and sighed with mixed feelings.<...
Hank’s technical prowess was nothing short of extraordinary.
Right after he made his promise to Alex, he drew up a detailed procurement list and handed it to Selena. She immediately mobilized a team, and by nightfall, every item on Hank’s list had been delivered to his lab.
Then—he vanished.
For the next two days, no one saw Hank. He locked himself in his private lab, the lights inside burning through the night.
Now and then, strange mechanical noises...
Inside a lavish villa…
Alex, Raven, Hank, Emma Frost, and Copycat sat gathered in the living room, their expressions solemn and serious.
They were discussing something very serious.
"Emma, I know you have telepathic powers like Charles. But to what extent? Can you, for example, freeze someone in place the way he does?"
Alex took a sip of tea, his gaze steady as he asked.
"Freeze someone? You mean like turning them into a statue?" Emma tilted her he...
"You're back, Alex, Raven?"
Inside a luxurious villa.
Hank came out excitedly when he heard the commotion, but the smile on his face froze the moment he saw who was with them.
His eyes instantly locked onto the figure beside Alex—Copycat? Wasn't she one of their enemies back in Manhattan?
And the woman standing next to her… wasn't that the White Queen, the infamous Emma Frost from their intelligence files?
Hank was momentarily stunned.
"Hey th...
When it came to approach and ideology, Erik and Charles were two extremes—one overly aggressive, the other too gentle.
Yet, there was no denying it: both men were indispensable to the mutant cause.
Without Erik constantly stirring things up, the world wouldn't hold any real fear—or even basic respect—for mutants.
And without that fear, every power out there would pounce on them like vultures, tearing them apart without mercy.
No one shows kindness to a group ...
After the man with the braid said his piece, Winged man could no longer argue.
He had a point.
Erik's power was magnetic manipulation — the ability to control metal. That kind of power was practically a nightmare for regular humans!
Just think about it: which of their weapons isn't made of metal?
Exactly.
That alone made Erik nearly unstoppable.
Was there any place in the world he couldn't go?
Even the Cuban fleet, armed to the teeth, had been di...
The elevator descended at a steady pace.
“Just who are you, really?”
Emma Frost eyed Alex warily, a mix of disbelief and fear in her gaze—like she was staring at something monstrously dangerous.
And she had every reason to feel that way.
From her perspective, the abilities Alex had just displayed were nothing short of insane.
An overwhelming psychic power far beyond her own…
Lethal heat beams from his eyes…
That terrifying speed…
It didn't take long.
Another closed loop began.
Bang!
Alex’s punch slammed into the reinforced security door, blasting a hole through it. Through the gap, a wary face peeked out—it was Copycat.
“You?”
When Copycat saw who it was, surprise flashed across her face.
The person who had come to rescue her… was the very one who defeated her and locked her in this place?
“That’s right. It’s me.”
“I know we may have been on o...
Zzzzt!
Without another word, twin beams of searing heat shot from Alex's eyes, slicing straight into the thick steel wall in front of him.
The laser vision cut through twenty centimeters of solid steel like it was nothing, carving out an uneven square-shaped loop.
Bang!
A single punch followed, and the entire slab of metal flew inward with a boom, revealing a gaping hole.
On the other side of the wall, a blonde woman with delicate features lounged co...
“There’s a psychic locked up in here?”
Raven paused in surprise, but quickly put the pieces together. She turned to Alex with a puzzled look.
“Wait… you’re talking about the White Queen, aren’t you?”
Back on the cruise ship during the mission to capture Shaw, Charles had a brief telepathic clash with the White Queen—and he didn’t gain even the slightest upper hand.
Her powers completely countered his.
Later, Charles and Erik went to t...
"Alex, I knew it. You’d never just stand by and watch our people suffer!"
Raven’s voice brimmed with relief and excitement as she looked at Alex.
"But what’s the plan, Alex?"
Hank pushed up his glasses, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
"The U.S. has painted us mutants as ruthless killers, completely twisted what happened in Cuba, and stirred up massive prejudice against us."
"So first," Alex said after a brief pause, his gaze calm as it met Raven an...
November 17th.
At a press conference held at the White House, the spokesperson addressed the public, elaborating on the series of "horrifying" and "infuriating" events that had recently taken place in Cuba.
> "Like many of you, I was stunned and couldn't believe it at first. But the facts are undeniable. We are not the sole masters of this planet."
> "Among us may exist a group of individuals with extraordinary powers—mutants. Extremely dangerous, ...
“Supreme One, please wait a moment.”
At the gates of the luxurious villa.
Selena, dressed in black and holding a parasol, suddenly stepped forward to block Alex from entering.
“What is it, Selena?”
Alex cast a curious glance at her.
“Allow my people to conduct a routine inspection first,” Selena said solemnly.
Although following Alex hadn’t been Selena’s original intention, now that she had chosen to, she carried out her duties...
"Supreme One, all clans within the castle have been assembled. They're waiting in the main hall."
"Shall we proceed now?"
After a brief conversation with Amelia, Kraven returned and nodded at her.
Amelia understood at once and respectfully turned to Alex.
"Then… let's go meet everyone."
Alex gave a slight nod, no unnecessary words. He followed Amelia toward the hall.
"Is it true? Has a Supreme really arrived?"
"I thought the Supreme a...
"Of course, Supreme One. No problem at all."
Amelia responded without a hint of hesitation, even helpfully adding, "Besides William Stryker, is there anyone else you'd like us to look for?"
"Remy LeBeau—code name, Gambit."
"Logan—code name, Wolverine."
"Fred Dukes—code name, Blob."
Alex paused for a moment, then calmly listed three names.
Among the trio, Gambit knew the precise location of the secret base, Blob knew where to find Gambit,...
In Underworld, Amelia was barely more than a background character—a glorified extra.
She died almost instantly upon appearing, ripped apart by a pack of werewolves led by Lucian. They drained her blood dry, giving her a death so swift and unceremonious, it seemed like she had no narrative weight whatsoever.
She came off as pathetically weak.
But the truth was far from that.
Amelia held an extraordinarily high status within her vampire lineage—second only to Mar...
Thump. Thump. Thump.
A rapid shuffle of footsteps echoed through the courtyard.
A group of people dressed in black suits, wearing sunglasses and holding umbrellas, marched swiftly toward Alex.
Leading the group was a man with shoulder-length, flowing hair parted sharply down the middle—he looked just like Snape from Harry Potter.
Seriously, not everyone could pull off that hairstyle without looking ridiculous.
But this guy? It suited him. Too well....
34th Street, New York.
A majestic castle stood proudly on the side of the wide avenue. Though it wasn’t as massive as the Xavier Estate, it was still awe-inspiring enough to leave any ordinary person breathless.
Unlike Xavier's modern design, this castle exuded an ancient and solemn aura, a kind of timeless weight that seemed to have settled over the centuries.
“This… is the place you mentioned, Alex?”
Hank craned his neck up, eyes bulging as he took in...
Hank was right.
The annihilation of both the U.S. and Soviet fleets off the coast of Cuba sent shockwaves across the globe, triggering a political earthquake that rivaled an 8.0 on the Richter scale.
Every nation that received the news was utterly dumbfounded. For a long moment, they refused to believe the intelligence was real.
Only after repeated verification—again and again—did the horrifying truth finally sink in.
And how could it not?
This w...
“Alex, are you alright?”
A concerned voice called out beside him. Raven was staring at Alex with deep worry in her eyes.
Hank, too, was staring at him, unblinking.
“I feel great,” Alex replied with a beaming smile. “Actually, after taking a moment to check… it seems like I’ve awakened a new ability.”
Another one?
Raven and Hank were speechless.
Seriously, Alex—how many hacks do you have?
And it hadn’t even been that ...
“Charles, you promised you wouldn’t read my mind.”
“I made you a lot of promises... but I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep them all.”
“Take care, Charles.”
After bidding farewell to Charles, Raven turned and began walking away from the X-Men, heading toward the distant beach.
Erik couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile.
He hadn't misjudged her.
Raven was different from Charles.
“Sorry, Erik. But I didn’t ch...
"No, Alex, they are our enemies—they have to be!"
"Didn't today teach you anything? Two opposing sides, at each other's throats, suddenly teamed up the moment they saw what we could do. Isn't that enough to prove it? Once the world truly sees our power, what do you think they'll do?"
"Erik, they were just scared! People make stupid decisions in the heat of the moment—it doesn't mean they'll be like that forever!"
Charles, Erik, and Alex each voiced their views...
"Erik, stop—now!"
Seeing that the situation was spiraling out of control, Charles couldn’t stand by any longer. He shouted and lunged toward Erik, aiming to tackle him to the ground and stop him.
Whoosh!
But just as he moved, Charles’s vision blurred. Someone had suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path.
His expression darkened. “Alex, please… don’t stop me.”
There was no doubt—the one who stepped in front of Charles was A...