Professor X and Phoenix both possess telepathic abilities and powerful mental energy.
In their eyes, the moment the Seed of Chaos split open, black aura emerged from Mike's body, covering his skin like black flames burning.
Though Jean knew this black aura was strange, she couldn't help but be drawn to it.
Her gaze and mind were tightly gripped and held.
Deeply ensnared.
Unable to extricate herself.
"Jean!"
A loud shout, echoing in her mind, jolted Jean awake.
Ororo asked with concern, "Jean, are you alright?"
Jean checked her body and mind, finding nothing unusual. She shook her head, "I'm fine."
Ororo couldn't help but be curious, "What exactly happened?"
"I..." After a moment of hesitation, Jean swallowed, answering in a near whisper, "I think I saw the birth of the Universe."
If Professor X hadn't pulled her mind back, her mental energy might have become a part of that Universe.
Jean couldn't describe the details in words.
It wasn't a matter of vocabulary.
It was more like something ineffable.
"Maybe, maybe becoming a part of it wouldn't be bad." Jean suddenly had this thought, then broke out in a cold sweat. "My mind was affected? No, it's more like I went into it myself..."
Jean looked at Professor X, who seemed to be deep in thought.
At this moment, the three who had been thrown away returned.
Wolverine's wounds had already healed.
Colossus was carrying the unconscious Magneto in a bridal carry.
It was quite comical.
Sabretooth, Toad, and even Mystique had strange expressions.
A bridal carry?
If this scene were filmed and posted on social media, whenever Magneto caused trouble in the future, the headlines would be: "Magneto, the Princess..." or "Magneto, My Sweetie..." It would be like a gangster with a pink Peppa Pig tattoo.
Not very damaging.
Extremely insulting.
Colossus himself was oblivious, and at Professor X's signal, he carefully laid Magneto down in front of the three Brotherhood members, treating him like a Barbie doll. This scene almost made Sabretooth poke out his own eyes.
How would he seriously obey Magneto's orders in the future?
Magneto had lost consciousness.
The military satellite aimed at Central Park returned to normal.
4K high-definition footage resumed.
"X-Men, Brotherhood of Mutants... Where's Mike? Don't tell me?! Oh my X!" Fury practically jumped up.
Mike was a potential recruitment candidate.
Coulson said, "Don't worry, look!"
The screen focused on Colossus, and Magneto being carried bridal style.
The scene was quiet for about one second.
Fury pulled out his phone and snapped a "historic" picture.
Heh heh ~
A grin spread across his "Black Egg"-like face.
The deviousness in his smile was simply indescribable.
Terrifying.
At this moment, the satellite re-located Mike's position. He was shirtless, and his hair was wet.
"Click!"
This time, Black Widow was the one taking the picture, to be stored in her photo gallery for when the screen gets dirty and needs licking.
Fury: "So, did Mike defeat Magneto alone, or did he and the X-Men defeat Magneto?"
Coulson: "I lean towards the former. If Mike and the X-Men had teamed up, Wolverine and Sabretooth should be fighting by now."
Fury: "True. But it's still a guess."
Coulson: "Why not just ask the person involved? I'm quite familiar with Mike."
He said, taking out his phone.
He remembered that communications near Central Park were being hijacked by the Continental Hotel.
"Fitz, fix it."
"Leave it to me."
Click!
Fitz typed a few lines of code, pressed enter, and looked proudly at Coulson.
Done!
As easy as eating and drinking.
The Continental Hotel's hackers only bullied telecom companies that focused on making money and were reluctant to invest in security. In front of a professional organization like S.H.I.E.L.D., they were a piece of cake.
Coulson dialed Mike's phone number and put it on speakerphone.
The monitoring screen was aimed directly at Mike.
Mike pulled out his phone, the caller ID showed "Hairline Defense Failure," a very subtle note, at least not "Bald Spot" or "Baldy."
"Coulson? Huh, I have a signal now?" Mike answered, "Get to the point if you have one, otherwise, get lost."
The Seed of Chaos was changing.
Mike was a bit irritable.
"Just wanted to ask, did you team up with the X-Men?"
"How is that possible!" Mike cursed, "A bunch of sanctimonious bastards. If it weren't for them, I could have been dancing on Magneto's grave by now."
"None of the bald guys around here are any good, none of them are like Teacher Saitama."
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
"That's right, the bald guys I'm talking about include your Black Egg hero. Sneaky, with a bald head always thinking about screwing people over."
"Black skin!"
"Dark heart!"
"Scheming!"
"You tell me, shouldn't he be dragged out and humanely destroyed? Why aren't you saying anything, do you not agree with me?"
Coulson stiffly picked up his phone, quietly pressed off speakerphone, covered the mouthpiece, "Director, should I agree?"
Fury was expressionless: "What do you think?"
Coulson: "In my heart, I absolutely do not agree, I swear on my Captain America action figure and shield model. But I think the quickest way to bond with someone is to agree with their views and praise their ideas."
Fury's expression was unruffled: "You are right."
Coulson seemed greatly encouraged, and speaking into the phone with righteous indignation: "Yes, that's right, Mike, you've spoken my mind exactly."
The conversation then turned into a complaining session.
Fury's black face was so dark it looked like ink would drip from it.
He hung up the phone.
"Director, it seems you are the reason Mike has a problem with S.H.I.E.L.D. Did you make things difficult when Mike's mother left S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Coulson asked cautiously.
He no longer called him Nick, but Director.
The "You" (formal) also appeared.
"How is that possible!" Fury roared, "Anna wanted to retire, so she retired, what's there to make difficult? However, she wanted to marry a former 'Double Flower Red Pole' of the Golden Tiger Gang. Out of care, it's normal to investigate and test him, isn't it?"
Coulson muttered to himself: "The culprit has been found."
Fury said seriously: "By the way, Mike just mentioned a name, Teacher Saitama?"
"Yes!"
Fury waved his hand imperiously: "Investigate! We might find the secret to Mike's strength!"
On the other side.
Mike pouted: "As if I didn't know you had it on speaker. I was just messing with the Black Egg."
He held grudges.
Behind his back, the Black Egg had probably investigated him countless times, and everything that could be investigated was probably already archived, including Mike's intimate encounters with how many women.
Annoying!
He took the opportunity to openly vent.
Next was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s cleanup time. Mike took out a spare change of clothes from his spatial storage, put them on, and left Central Park directly. Instead of returning to Hell's Kitchen, he stopped outside a building.
There were two lions at the entrance, named "Astor Lion" and "Lennox Lion" after their donors.
This was the World-famous New York Public Library.
Mike just wanted to find a place to rest.
And to study the changes and effects of the Seed of Chaos.
Sneaking in was effortless.
At this moment, the black aura emanating from the Seed of Chaos had formed a black mist, no longer resembling its original seed shape.
"Aside from U.S. dollars, the system has never tricked anyone, so... it should be a good thing, right?" Mike wasn't too worried.
Besides, if the system really wanted to harm Mike, why bother with detours?
It could just bury him and be done with it.