"Yes, sir. If you have business here, you can find my parents yourself. I have no intention of escorting you."
Professor X and Beast exchanged a surprised glance, not expecting such a dismissive answer from the child.
Beast, standing behind Professor X's wheelchair, leaned in and asked, "Professor, is he the mutant you sensed?"
Professor X placed his fingers to his temples and began to gently sense Amon's brainwaves.
"He's not the mutant I sensed yesterday. His brainwaves are different, but they are very strange, like—"
Professor X's voice suddenly froze. As he attempted a deeper connection with Amon's mind, something terrifying and bizarre happened.
Charles felt his consciousness ripped from his body, not connected to a single person, but plunged into the roiling chaos of the entire universe. A maelstrom of complex, irregular, and impossible concepts swirled around him. Distorted, bizarre, and maddening voices echoed in the depths of his mind, whispering secrets of a knowledge so vast and absolute it contained everything, yet his mortal mind could grasp none of it, retaining nothing but the searing memory of the abyss.
Suddenly, the torturous feeling vanished, and his psychic connection to Amon's brainwaves was violently severed.
"Ha...ha..., ha!"
Charles suddenly convulsed in his chair while breathing heavily, his body straightening with a violent jerk. If not for his paralyzed legs, the force would have shot him directly to his feet. The world was still buzzing with a deafening psychic static. Charles wiped his nose with his hand and looked down to see crimson blood on his fingertips.
Beast had clearly noticed Professor X's alarming reaction and asked with deep concern, "Professor, what's wrong with you?"
Charles took out a handkerchief, wiped his nosebleed clean, and replied shakily, "Nothing."
Beast frowned, his expression troubled. "You don't look like nothing is wrong."
At this moment, Amon's calm voice drifted over, "Sir, casually probing other people's minds is not a good habit. You should be careful not to see things you shouldn't."
"I apologize," Charles said, showing no arrogance. He apologized directly to Amon. "I was presumptuous."
Through that brief, terrifying contact in the psychic domain, Charles could confirm that the boy in front of him was definitely no ordinary person. He had never experienced a feeling like that before. The only comparable experience was when he had sensed the mind of a young Jean Grey, the Phoenix.
At that time, Phoenix Jean's mind had not yet been sealed by him. It was a power that seemed capable of destroying and creating everything, a power controlled by a tyrannical and tempestuous mind. A slight mistake could have potentially destroyed the world. He had no choice but to seal a part of Phoenix Jean's mind, thereby suppressing that terrifying power. And Phoenix Jean was the only Omega-level mutant Charles had ever encountered.
Charles composed himself and asked Amon, "Child, what is your name?"
"Amon, Amon Rasputin. Just call me Amon."
Amon looked up at this version of Professor X, who was a bit different from his impression. This Professor X still had his hair and was not the bald figure he remembered. He also looked younger.
The things Professor X had just sensed were deliberately allowed by Amon. "Do not look directly at God" was the best description of what the Professor had just experienced.
As Amon had grown, continuously accommodating and digesting the Beyonder characteristics within him, he had long since become a true mythical creature. He was the kind of being whose true form would shatter the sanity of any mortal who dared to look upon it, causing them to go mad or die outright.
However, since arriving in this world and first using his abilities, Amon had learned to restrain the passive influence of his mythical creature nature. Otherwise, the Rasputin family would have long ago died or twisted into monsters, and the entirety of Siberia would have fallen, becoming a paradise for abominations.
Allowing Professor X to touch a sliver of his true essence was to teach him a lesson, to prevent him from casually probing the minds of him and his family. Professor X's telepathy was indeed powerful, and to some extent, it could rival an Angel skilled in the psychic domain, but his fundamental essence had not changed; he was no different from an ordinary person.
"Hehe, Amon, you should be able to feel that you are different from others. I can take you to a place full of your kind, where everyone, like you, possesses extraordinary abilities." Professor X chuckled, extending his invitation.
Amon glanced at Professor X but remained lying in the sun, showing no intention of getting up. "Go ask my parents. Don't disturb my peace."
At this moment, the door of a nearby house opened, and Mikhail, hearing the commotion, came out. Seeing the advanced fighter jet in the distance, Mikhail's expression immediately became serious. He took out his service pistol and tucked it securely into his waistband. He quickly walked toward Amon and the others, calling out as he approached, "Amon, come here!"
"Brother, don't worry. They are here to recruit students," Amon shouted back calmly.
As he got closer, Mikhail also clearly saw who the visitors were. He recognized both of them. Professor Charles Xavier and Beast, Hank McCoy. They represented the friendly faction among mutants, the ones who established the Mutant Academy to take in their kind, always maintaining a peaceful attitude towards humans and repeatedly helping humanity solve major problems.
"Mr. Xavier, Mr. McCoy, I am Lieutenant Colonel Mikhail Nikolaevich Rasputin of the Russian Federation Air Force. Is there something you two need?"
"Lieutenant Colonel Mikhail, is it alright to address you as such?" Professor X politely inquired.
"Of course," Mikhail nodded.
"Lieutenant Colonel Mikhail, since you know of us, you must know what we do. To be frank, we are here to recruit students."
"Recruit students? Are you saying there's a mutant in my family? How is that possible?"
"Lieutenant Colonel Mikhail, please don't get agitated. Mutants all have special abilities, and my mind can sense the difference in brainwaves between ordinary people and mutants. Yesterday, I sensed three mutants in your home."
As Professor X said this, he originally intended to read Mikhail's brainwaves to verify if he was a mutant, but remembering his recent harrowing experience, he lowered the hand that was instinctively reaching for his temple.
Mikhail's eyes darkened, and he said to the two men, "Please come inside first. We can discuss the matter of mutants in detail."
"You mean to say that I, Piotr, and Ilyana are all mutants? Isn't that too much of a coincidence, that all of us siblings are mutants?" Mikhail asked incredulously. He had never heard of an entire family being mutants.
Professor X nodded and said with certainty, "That's right. After sensing your brainwaves, you are indeed mutants. There is no mistake about it."
Ilyana, sitting on the sofa, gripped the key necklace around her neck, feeling a bit uneasy.
"Ilyana, it's alright." Piotr noticed his younger sister's discomfort and offered her a comforting word.
Nikolai, who had remained silent on the sofa, suddenly looked at Piotr, nodded, and said, "Piotr, show them your ability. Hiding it forever isn't a solution."
Upon hearing this, Piotr stood up. He concentrated for a moment, and his body began to swell. His skin surface started to take on a metallic sheen, and even his hair transformed, turning into gleaming, organic steel.
Mikhail was completely surprised. His brother really was a mutant.
'Am I a mutant too?'
At that moment, he thought of something, looked at Ilyana, and asked, "Ilyana, do you also have special abilities?"