Chapter 601 Armando Eddie Munoz
Howard waved to signal the front desk not to notify, and walked straight towards the door in front of him. After politely knocking three times on the door, he didn't wait for a response from inside and pushed the door open and walked in.
After the door opened, a wide hall came into Howard's view. In the center of the hall, there was a long table and several stools. Hyperion, Doctor Banner, and Power Princess were sitting together.
"I'm glad you could come, Stark," Hyperion greeted Howard to come and sit down. "And I am also very satisfied with those Sentinel Robots you created. With them, all superhumans will not be able to hide. By the way, can Sentinel Robots be mass-produced?"
However, Howard did not answer the question. Instead, he complained to Hyperion, "Now there is public resentment outside. Do you know what you are doing, Hyperion?"
"Trespassing, forcibly arresting people, you are committing a crime!"
"I am reducing crime!" Hyperion said decisively. "Only by registering all superhumans can we control them. Only by controlling them can we prevent evil from happening."
"Moreover, we are not arresting every superhuman. Those superhumans who have registered and have no criminal records are staying home safely. I warned all superhumans long ago, but unfortunately, many people did not listen. What awaits them can only be thunderous means."
"Then why did you let those mutants join in?" Howard pointed his index finger at Hyperion. "You should know what will happen when controversial mutants join in at such a sensitive time, right?"
"Because I lack manpower," Hyperion looked as if it was a matter of course. "Since no one is helping me, I have to find helpers myself. Obviously, they are doing a good job."
"Yes, because you have already arrested thousands of people, thousands of people in just one day!"
Howard only felt blood rushing up, feeling dizziness.
"Do you know what the government said? They want you to release those people immediately!"
Hyperion waved his hand and said indifferently, "Those people only know how to talk. If they were willing to help, the problem could be solved more gently. No need to pay attention to their barking."
"Instead of worrying about this, you should add more production lines or improve the ability of Sentinel Robots, instead of arguing with me here. You should still remember the content of our conversation, right?"
Hearing this, Howard's expression changed several times. In the end, he could only sigh helplessly and say, "Okay, okay, since this is what you want, then I will give it to you, but let's get the ugly words out of the way first..."
"Don't regret it then!"
Howard turned and left, looking quite exasperated. It formed a sharp contrast with the indifferent Hyperion behind him. Anyone would think Hyperion was the victor in this conversation.
"I never regret," Hyperion said calmly. As Howard slammed the door and left, the hall fell into silence for a while, until Hyperion spoke again.
"How is the search program going, Bruce?"
"Perfect," Doctor Banner nodded. "But when facing dense crowds, the search program may still have problems. It is best not to scan a hundred people at the same time, otherwise the search program will crash."
"Good," Hyperion nodded in satisfaction. "It is already perfect to achieve this level in a day. There is no need to push yourself too hard."
Hyperion's gentle attitude now is in sharp contrast to his previous attitude towards Howard. This is not gentleness towards his own people, but rather he knows what method to use to treat what kind of person.
Superhuman Registration will not bring any benefit to Howard. He is like a horse, Hyperion must whip him to move. But Bruce is different, because the search program can help him find the missing Betty, so even if Hyperion stops him, he will develop it at all costs.
Sure enough, Doctor Banner shook his head after listening to Hyperion's words and said, "I have rested for a long time. If there is nothing else, I will go back to work."
No one stopped him. Doctor Banner walked out of the hall on his own. Without thinking, one would know that he was heading to the laboratory.
"He must love your sister very much," Power Princess said with a smile.
"Betty loves him very much too," Hyperion said noncommittally.
"By the way, Mark," Power Princess seemed to have thought of something. "What do you think of that superhuman who escaped the pursuit of Sentinel Robots?"
"Dangerous," Hyperion said firmly. "I watched the video recording recorded by Robot. He disappeared in the blink of an eye. It is obviously a space-type superpower. I remember his name should be..."
"Armando Eddie Munoz," Power Princess picked up the information on the desk. "The information shows that he came from a wealthy family, but because he awakened into a superhuman in his childhood, he was abandoned by his parents."
"What is strange is that the superpower Armando demonstrated is completely different from the superpower described by his parents."
"What do you mean?" Hyperion asked.
Power Princess continued, "According to the description of Armando's parents, Armando was swimming in the pool at that time. Because of cramps and drowning, his father was about to save him, but found that Armando stopped convulsing and stood up in the water."
"He stood on the water, this is the description of his parents."
"Multiple abilities?" Hyperion frowned. "Or another use of space ability?"
"This can only be known when we catch him," Power Princess put down the information. "There is another problem, how are you going to solve those thousands of superhumans? We don't have space to accommodate so many people."
"Throw them all into Old New York," Hyperion did not hesitate at all. He seemed to have thought of a countermeasure long ago.
"The people who are still alive there have become superhumans, which is suitable for detaining these people. Just let mutants and Sentinel Robots patrol the periphery to prevent them from running out."
"Is this really going to be okay?" Power Princess asked worriedly. "Won't they unite to resistance us then?"
"Believe me, they won't," Hyperion shrugged. "Compared to uniting, humans prefer infighting. As long as there is a spark, even without guards, they will restrain each other. And don't underestimate our ally, they will solve this matter."
...
"Is it really necessary to do this?" Yang Le looked at the ruins in front of him and asked Magneto for his opinion.
"Do it, Habby," Magneto waved his hand and said. "Think about our compatriot, this is all for ourselves."
Yang Le had no method, so he could only raise his hands. The next second, countless plants rose from the underground.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 602: Transformation of Identity
On the outskirts of the New York Ruins, robust plants sprung up from the ground, far surpassing those ancient trees in the tropical rainforest, making one think of the fantasy plants that only exist in human fantasy.
These plants, tightly connected to form a wall, were Yang Le's masterpiece, but he was only the executor. The mastermind was naturally Magneto, who stood behind him giving command.
Last night, after Magneto returned, he emergency summoned all the mutants who could fight, even including the students led by Piotr.
Everyone was unclear about what Magneto wanted to do, but anyone could see that he had a major business to announce; otherwise, there would have been no need to summon even the students.
As expected, Magneto announced the matter of joining forces with Hyperion. This matter shocked all the mutants, including Yang Le, who was mixed in among them.
Magneto required everyone to participate in the plan to capture superhumans, for which he gave a grand-sounding reason.
"This is all for those compatriots who are scattered outside," Magneto sighed deeply. "Hyperion threatens me; if I don't help him, then he will deal with those mutants alone, and as for how to deal with them, of course, it's up to him."
"Do you still remember those research institutes we destroyed? Those were all his father's work, and I'm very afraid that he will also inherit his father's mantle."
As soon as these words came out, the mutants who were originally still hesitant immediately exploded, of course, they exploded at Hyperion.
"We can't tolerate it anymore, Principal!" Gambit clenched his fist. "Those guys will only go further and further."
Others also meant the same thing. Regardless of whether they were younger students or more mature adults, on this matter, they rarely unified the battle line.
Even the usually quick-witted Li Qianhuan was shouting and cheering there, showing how much damage those outsiders had caused to the mutants. The only person on the scene who could remain calm was probably Yang Le, this outsider.
No, there might be another one, Magneto, who brought up the topic and fanned the flames.
Yang Le frowned. The words just now didn't sound like something Magneto would say. Igniting everyone's emotion, and frankly talking about the hatred between mutants and humans in front of the children, this was definitely not something a leader should do.
The Magneto just now and the Magneto of the past were simply vastly different.
Magneto raised his palm and pressed down, and the room once again returned to silence.
"Now is not the time, children," Magneto said with a kind expression. "We still have compatriots in their hands. For their safety, we cannot act rashly. When we have brought all our compatriots back, it will be time for us to settle accounts with them."
"I believe that day will not be too late."
Next, Magneto said a few more inspiring words, pushing everyone's emotion to the highest point, and then he simply arranged the mission and dismissed everyone.
When leaving, Yang Le paid attention to observe everyone's expression. Because of his Plant Person appearance, no one knew where his eyes were exactly, so it was no exaggeration to say he was openly peeking.
Although everyone's expressions were different, it was not difficult to see that their emotions were very high. Obviously, they were all aroused by Magneto's emotion.
However, in Yang Le's view, this emotion was wrong. In secret, the seed of hatred had already grown vigorously in the hearts of the mutants. If this continued, humans and mutants would sooner or later become irreconcilable enemies.
That was definitely not what Yang Le wanted to see. Whether it was a fight between two tigers or a fight between a snipe and a clam, this kind of irreconcilable situation would not end well for either side.
Could Yang Le intervene? The answer was yes, but he couldn't directly interfere.
Eternity had already told him that for existences of their level, wanting to change something was just a matter of a thought, but that was definitely not correct.
Yang Le certainly understood this reason. Everyone has their own life, and they are not anyone's toy. Eternity reminded him that he should observe this universe with the mentality of an observer.
That day, Yang Le finally understood the reason why Ben Tennyson sealed Alien X.
Indeed, Yang Le could use Alien X to solve everything that was happening, but that would be no different from turning on cheat mode in a game. Even if he turned the world upside down, everything would be meaningless.
Eternity reminded him that he should use the identity of a guide to help these people, rather than taking everything into his arms like a super hero, because seeing him as a super hero would be too overpowered.
Therefore, Yang Le, as a guide, was now looking for the key to break the situation, looking for the person who could break the situation, and coincidentally, he actually found one.
Like him, in the crowd of indignant people, there was a calm figure. She was observing her partner with a gaze that ordinary person would hardly notice. Obviously, she had not fallen into Magneto's trap.
That person was Magik—Illyana, who had just returned from Limbo. Perhaps because of her growing environment, the deceit and trickery in Hell had not been able to make her fall, and Magneto's majesty accumulated in the past could not affect her either.
She should have seen Magneto's abnormality and was about to find someone to talk to, but found that everyone had fallen into a state of fanaticism, so she was unable to make an opening.
'It's you!' Yang Le nodded silently in his heart.
Because it was late at night, everyone did not publicize it too much, but just gathered at the doorway for a while and then left.
Illyana returned to her room and sighed. She suddenly felt that Mutant Island might not be a good place to go. The meeting just now was like some kind of cult party, which could be said to be Magneto's one-man rule.
Illyana wanted to take her brother Piotr away, but her brother, who was steady and generous in her memory, had also become one of those fanatics. Facing her somewhat unfamiliar brother, she really didn't know how to make an opening.
"Tsk!" Illyana sat on the bed unhappily. She had already seen that Magneto's status in her brother's heart was now almost like that of a father. If she raised a question at this time, she might only receive a lecture.
It might also attract Magneto's suspicion, which would be very unfavorable to them as siblings.
Illyana couldn't help but rub her hair. Even in the deceitful and treacherous Hell, she rarely used her brain. She usually just directly hacked her way through with the Soulsword.
In Hell, the time she used her brain the most was when she was studying.
Illyana, feeling irritable in mood, couldn't help but look at the flower cluster outside the window, hoping that these beauty plants would give her some idea. However, she saw a surprising scene.
A bunch of fresh flowers in the flower cluster outside the window, like a snake, climbed onto her windowsill and slowly crawled into her room.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 477: Guide
The scene before Illyana only made her feel surprised, not at all enough to make her feel afraid. Speaking of horror and the bizarre, what could compare to the Demons in Hell?
Moreover, most Fear comes from the unknown, and Illyana happened to know a Human who could accomplish this scene that defied common sense.
Fresh Flowers slowly climbed onto Illyana's Desk. The long Flower stalk behind the Flower coiled and spiraled, slowly forming a sentence.
'Wear me on your Ear.'
Although the Words were twisted and crooked, Illyana still discerned them. After hesitating for a moment, she reached out her Hand to pick up the Flower.
Although the Flower was connected to a long Stem behind it, because of its constantly lengthening nature, Illyana put it on her Ear without any obstruction.
Without Illyana needing to worry, the Flower automatically clipped onto her Ear relying on the Stem. Then, a Sound came from the Flower.
"It's me, Illyana. Harpy, remember?"
"Of course, my memory isn't that bad yet."
The owner of the Sound coming from the Flower was indeed Yang Le. Of course, Illyana remembered this great contributor who filled the Belly of the Mutants on the entire Island. When she was with her Brother, Piotr's most admired Person was Magneto, and after that, it was Yang Le.
Piotr once commented that Yang Le was as gentle as the Plant that nurtured all Life in this World. For Mutants, he was as indispensable as Magneto.
After eating Delicious Food Crops, Illyana agreed with her Brother's Idea. You shouldn't expect to find anything Delicious in Hell. The Things that Demons and Monsters love to eat are obviously not something everyone can accept.
Illyana had no doubt that if Belakus hadn't needed her alive and given her Human food, she might have starved to Death long ago.
"So, may I ask what Business you have looking for me so late?" Illyana leaned against the Bedside. "And using this secretive method to contact me."
"I'll make it short, Illyana. Principal has changed."
Illyana raised her Brow and said, "It seems I'm not the only one who thinks so. Although I haven't directly seen what Magneto was like in the Past, my Brother has told me a lot about Past Events. From those fragments, I can also get a glimpse."
"If Brother didn't lie, then the current Magneto is indeed vastly different from the Past."
"That's right." Yang Le, leaning against the Great Tree, nodded. "I can feel that since bringing you back, Principal seems to have become a different Person."
"Hey, hey, hey." Illyana interrupted Yang Le's Words with dissatisfaction. "You don't think I'm the one causing trouble, do you? Really? Just because I came back from Hell?"
"You misunderstood, Illyana." Yang Le comforted the young Queen of Hell. "I didn't mean to suspect you, I just mentioned a symbolic Event so you could recall the specific Time."
"It better be." Illyana muttered softly.
"Let's get to the Main Topic. What exactly is the Reason you contacted me so late?"
"For the Danger that may come," Yang Le said in a low voice. "And also for the Future of the Mutants."
Yang Le's Words were astonishing. Even Illyana, who had seen many storms, couldn't help but be surprised. After all, the span of this conversation was too large. One second they were talking about a certain Person, and the next second they jumped to the Life and Death of an entire Race.
"What do you mean?" Illyana frowned tightly. "Explain yourself more clearly."
"I suspect Magneto already has a Problem."
Although the wording was cautious, Yang Le's tone was very firm, just like those Detectives in suspense dramas who had read the script in advance.
"Although I don't know what Problem he has for the Time being, it's definitely not a good Thing. You should have seen it, right? Principal is stirring up everyone's Emotion."
"Tricks." Illyana stretched, revealing her perfect Body curves. "But very useful. Others may not fall for his Tricks, but it does work on Mutants."
"Because I lived in Hell since I was young, my Empathy for Mutants isn't that deep. I'm curious why you didn't take the bait."
"Enough Experience, Illyana." Yang Le's tone was calm, sounding like a Wise Person of old Age. "As long as you've experienced enough, many Tricks will be exposed in your Presence."
Yang Le's tone and Words stunned Illyana. She even thought Yang Le was an Old Monster who ran out from somewhere. Combined with the evaluations of Yang Le she had heard from others, and the performance she had seen, this guess was infinitely close to possible in her Eyes.
After all, the appearance of a Plant Person doesn't reveal a specific Age. The more Illyana thought about it, the more she felt this possibility. It was very possible that this Harpy was the oldest Guy on the Island.
What she didn't expect was that this Old Wise Person's Experience was all made up, and more than half of it came from Comics.
"I not only saw Magneto's Problem, but I also saw that you didn't fall into his Trap. This is also the Reason I came to you."
"Looking for me? Why?" Illyana was very puzzled.
"I want to ask you to save the Mutants with me," Yang Le sighed. "If Magneto is allowed to continue, not only the Mutants, but very likely the entire Earth will be buried with them."
"Sounds like something very great and very dangerous," Illyana frowned. "Why should I agree to you?"
Illyana's attitude was within Yang Le's expectations. Most Humans would probably react the same way as her when someone told them they had to save the World.
Illyana saw the Danger. She had already thought of a way to avoid it in her Brain. The only Person she cared about now was her Brother Piotr. If there was real Danger, she could take her Brother and run back to Hell.
Hiding in Hell Border, not to mention Earth's Destruction, even the Solar System's Explosion would have nothing to do with the two siblings.
After all, this Duty didn't belong to her in the first place. Illyana didn't need to take it upon herself, and Yang Le couldn't force it on her either.
"I just want to find an Ally. If you don't agree, I won't force you either." Yang Le sighed again, sounding like an Old Timer past seventy years old.
"It's okay if you don't agree. Just consider tonight's call as my reminder to you. If you really encounter Danger, I Hope you can save a few more Mutants, and take them as far as you can run."
...
Time returned to the present. Illyana looked at the thick Plants rising from the ground, and increasingly felt that her Judgment was correct.
With the support of Strength, Words also became weighty. Illyana's Brain once again recalled the Words Yang Le said to her.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 604: Situation Shift
Even if Swampfire's abilities were strong, it would be impossible to summon a Plant Barrier that could surround the entire New York City at once. This required the help of other Mutants.
For example, the most basic Nutrients. Swampfire could indeed force growth, but for seedlings to grow, they needed fertile Land. This required Magneto's help.
Magneto moved large areas of Land to suitable positions, and then other Mutants planted the Seeds personally prepared by Yang Le. Finally, Yang Le activated them area by area.
In this way, a Maria Wall was created. Now, all that was left was to wait for the day it would be breached.
In fact, New York City was not completely surrounded. According to Hyperion's observation with his X-ray vision, coupled with the detection of Stark Industries' rescue Robots, all the living people in New York City were gathered near Manhattan.
The reason was obvious. Those living on the outskirts of New York had already evacuated when the incident broke out. The only ones left were those in the city center or at the epicenter of the Giant event.
And these people were roughly located near Manhattan. So, in reality, Yang Le only surrounded an area of about two to three districts. Although still impressive, it was at least not exaggerated.
This not only saved Yang Le a lot of strength but also made it easier for other Mutants to manage.
"This is done." Yang Le withdrew his Arm and turned to look at Magneto, who was supervising him. "Is there anything else that needs to be changed?"
"No, Swampfire, you are as reliable as ever."
Looking at the Towering Giant Tree that was at least twenty meters high in front of him, even Magneto could not find any problems.
Because Yang Le could control the growth of Trees, the surface of these Tree Walls did not have any protrusions or indentations for climbing. Climbing them by hand was basically impossible.
"To escape this Tree Wall, apart from drilling underground or Flight, the only options left are breaking through the Wall or using Tools to climb," Gambit exclaimed in admiration.
"Let's not talk about Flight for now. The remaining three are not simple," Yang Le walked to the Tree Wall and stroked his creation.
"First is drilling underground. These Tree Walls are Plants, so naturally, they have Roots. The intricate Tree Root system that goes deep underground is no shorter than the Tree Wall on the Ground Surface. The difficulty of passing through them is no less than climbing the Tree Wall."
"Then there's breaking through the Wall and climbing with Attack Tools." Yang Le knocked on the Tree Wall, and the Response was a clang like hitting Metal.
"The hardness of these Tree Walls is stronger than Concrete, and their Density can even be compared to Steel. Coupled with this thickness, there are very few people who can break through them. So, breaking through the Wall and climbing with Tools are also impossible."
"Too perfect!" Magneto couldn't help but Compliment. "I can hardly think of better Compliment words, Swampfire."
"It's good enough if it's acceptable." Yang Le sighed, trying to play his Character well. "I don't know when this unintentional dispute will end."
"Everything we are doing now is for this," Magneto patted Yang Le's Shoulder. "So that the next generation of Mutants can live in a better Environment. We endure these hardships now, so they won't have to in the future."
"Hopefully," Yang Le used his hidden Eyes to size up Magik standing in the Corner. "I just hope this is not the beginning of another dispute."
Hearing Yang Le's Words, Magneto didn't change much, but a strange Light flashed in his Eyes. Magik, standing in the Corner, looked slightly unnatural, while the other Mutants didn't have much reaction.
Magneto released Yang Le's Shoulder and turned to assign tasks to the Mutants. Obviously, he didn't want to dwell on this Topic too much.
Although the Area of three districts was not small, the number of Mutants was also not small. As long as it was reasonably allocated, it could still be managed.
This was all thanks to the productivity of Stark Industries. Under Howard's Command, more than half of Stark Industries' productivity was invested in the production of Sentinel Robots.
No one knew why Howard wanted to invest so much Stamina, but the Effect was indeed amazing. Now, there were already five hundred Sentinel Robots that could be put into use.
Moreover, every time about a hundred units were produced, the Sentinel Robots would undergo an upgrade. Their Armament and System would be upgraded. The latest generation of Sentinel Robots had already reached the level in the Comics.
One hundred Steel Giants with a Height of more than five meters, the scene could no longer be described as spectacular. With these Things, capturing a Nation would be as easy as pie.
Perhaps because of this Reason, the voices of opposition against Hyperion on the Network were getting smaller and smaller. Even those Big Shots sitting in the Office dared not Command him anymore.
Everyone was silent and pretending to be dead. In the face of such a huge Force, even those Superheroes who had once appeared on the streets had hidden themselves. When they came back to their senses, there was only one Sound in Society.
Ordinary Person began to call for handing over Superhuman, only in this way would those Steel Giants not walk into their Yards. They condemned those Superhuman on the Network, accusing them that if they had obediently listened, none of this would have happened.
Some Ordinary Person even spontaneously formed the Anti-Superhuman Alliance. They were responsible for finding Superhuman and then informing the Sentinel Robots, which undoubtedly greatly accelerated the speed of the Sentinel Robots' capture.
For a Time, even the Superheroes who were originally loved by the Public had become Public Enemy. No Superhuman dared to expose themselves.
But this was useless. Those hiding at Home became the most suspected targets. Many people from the Anti-Superhuman Alliance would pretend to be salesmen or other Professions to knock on these people's Gates.
In a short Time, a large number of Superhuman were arrested. This was also why Hyperion regarded Old New York as a Prison.
The funny thing was that the Situation had undergone such a big change in not a month, not half a month, but in just less than two days.
Magik looked at the Sun gradually setting. When Nightfall came, the second day of this madness would end. Obviously, the Speed of Time had not changed, but she felt that these two days seemed to have been fast-forwarded.
A large number of Business crammed into her Brain, making it hard for her to breathe. Originally, she wanted to pretend to be indifferent, until she saw many Child of single-digit age.
Those noisy Crying drilled into her Ears. Illyana's Eyes blurred for a moment. She seemed to see the Visuals she saw when she had just returned to Earth from Hell.
Megan, hiding in the Corner, hugging her Head and sobbing softly.
And even longer ago, herself who had just been pulled into Hell.
(End of chapter)
Chapter 605: Determined Heart
Magik stood on top of the high Tree Wall. A faint evening breeze stirred her waist-length hair, and her golden hair shone even in the Moonlight.
The wide Soul Blade was stuck in the Tree Wall beside her. Clearly, the Tree Wall, with its hardness comparable to Metal, could not withstand the sharp Soul Blade, but its Master was currently not in the mood to pay attention to it.
Logically, Magneto arranged the Mutants in groups of two or three to facilitate mutual support, but Illyana's situation was somewhat special.
This was not only because of her Strength, but also because of her Ability, Teleportation. With this Ability, she became the most agile of the Mutants. If she wanted to escape, few could catch her.
Precisely because of this characteristic, at her request, Magneto allowed her to guard a small area alone with the help of Drones from Stark Industries.
Illyana's stated Reason was that she was more flexible alone, but in reality, she just wanted to be alone and quiet. Yang Le's Words to her last night, coupled with what she had seen and heard during the day, had made her Brain very confused.
She was afraid that others would see something was wrong, so she proactively applied for solo Action. Fortunately, everyone was not very familiar with her, and there were indeed many things to do, so not many people noticed that something was off with her.
However, "not many people" doesn't mean "absolutely no one." Apart from Yang Le, who had been observing Magik from the beginning, there were still a few people who noticed that something was wrong with Magik, such as the person currently flying towards her.
Looking at Sprite Megan fluttering her Wings in the Air, Illyana gradually came back to her senses.
"What's wrong, Megan?" Illyana picked up the Soul Blade beside her. "Has something happened on your side? Where are my Brother and Teacher Jean?"
"They are fine, Illyana. Nothing has happened." Megan landed slowly. "Teacher Forge's Tree Wall is very reliable. No one can break through it in such a short Time."
"Then why did you come to find me?"
"Naturally, because I saw you have something on your Heart, Illyana." Megan glanced at the Ground underfoot, then sat down on the Ground. "Can we talk?"
"You saw it?" Illyana looked at the Girl sitting in her Presence in disbelief.
"Of course." Megan swayed her Body. "Not just me, Teacher Jean and your Brother also saw it. As for others, maybe not?"
"Even you saw it, then it seems everyone might know."
Illyana smiled wryly, stuck the Soul Blade behind her, and then, imitating Megan, sat down on the Ground, leaning against the blade of her Greatsword.
"I always feel like I'm very unreliable in your Heart." Megan frowned slightly. "Teacher Jean is because of her Ability, Telepathy, which makes her more sensitive to changes in the Emotions of people around her. Piotr is your Brother, so naturally he cares about you, but me..."
Megan buried her head between her Knees and said in a muffled voice, "I am your Subject. Isn't it normal for a Subject to notice the Queen's Emotions?"
Illyana chuckled. She didn't expect Megan to remember the Words she had casually said. At that time, she just wanted to Comfort Megan, afraid that she would collapse, so she made herself a powerful object she could rely on. "Subject" and "Queen" were just words that slipped out in a moment of urgency.
After all, she had only just returned from Hell Border not long ago, and there were still many habits she hadn't been able to change.
But seeing Megan's serious Expression, Illyana was too embarrassed to correct her. She just treated it as playing a Game with a Child. When Megan grew up, the relationship brought about by this joke would naturally disappear.
"Thank you for running over to care about me, Megan. I'm much better now." Illyana ruffled the little Girl's Hair. "Now you can go back and report, my Subject. The Queen has cheered up again."
Megan shook her head and said, "I came here not just on my own Idea. Teacher Jean and your Brother both agreed that I should come. They thought you might need someone to confide in, so they asked me to come."
"But I'm fine now." Illyana still wanted to persuade Megan to go back, but gave up after seeing the stubborn Gaze in her eyes. Perhaps she really did need someone to confide in.
Illyana licked her Lips and was about to speak when she felt something touching her Soul Blade. She subconsciously wanted to turn around and draw her Sword, but felt a slight change in the Ground under her Butt.
The Tree Wall, which was originally hard, had become a little softer. Although it was only a little, it was enough for her to feel the difference. Associating it with Yang Le's Ability, Illyana immediately understood what Yang Le was reminding her of.
The other party had been paying attention to her? Reminding her? Reminding her of what? Why at this particular Time? Why not show up directly?
Was it because of Megan? Probably not. Then there must be someone he was wary of.
In just a second, Illyana went from asking questions to getting Answers. She knew she should shut up or change the Topic.
"Maybe it's because of the crying of those Children," Illyana said, half-truthfully.
"When I look at those Children, I'm reminded of myself when I was little. When I was captured and taken to Hell, I was just as helpless."
What's the difference between here, now, and Hell?
Megan also showed an Expression of empathy and muttered, "Me too. Just thinking about those Children not even being able to eat Food, many people feel it's cruel, but Principal also arranged for Mr. Harriby to send some Supplies in."
"For the Future, we can only endure. They too. That's what Principal said."
There is nothing that should be obtained by sacrificing Children, never!
The Confusion in Illyana's eyes disappeared. Perhaps she should do something. The things before her had dulled her Sword, and leaving Hell had made her bloodthirst disappear.
The evening breeze continued to blow, sweeping away the leaves from the top of the Tree Wall, stirring Illyana's hair, and also taking away her Confusion.
The fresh green leaves drifted further and further away, until they disappeared beyond the Limit of human vision, and finally slowly landed.
"Da."
Magneto looked at the leaves Underfoot, his Gaze flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.
…
"Is this the House in front of us, Jimmy?"
"Wasn't this House empty before? You didn't lead us the wrong way, did you, Jimmy?"
Facing his Partners who didn't Trust him, the young man named Jimmy blushed, but still tried to lower his voice and said.
"I dare to guarantee with my Reputation that people moved into this House before last week. I even saw people going in and out before, but no one has come out from inside since the Registration."
What Jimmy didn't say was that the Reason he remembered so clearly was because he had seen that the residents in this House were two very beautiful Girls.
Seeing Jimmy's confident Expression, which didn't seem like lying, the others temporarily believed him, and then discussed who would knock on the Door.
After all, reporting Superhumans has a reward, but only if you're right. If you're wrong, then the next time the Sentry Robot will not use your Message, so even if there's Money, no one dares to mess around.
(End of Chapter)
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