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"My lord, I'll take my leave now."
Inside Lancelot's office, the mysterious Raven—having ended her game of poker—gave him a sweet smile and left the room.
"What a seductive enchantress," Lancelot said with a grin. As a shapeshifter, Raven could replicate the body of any woman, and what pleased Lancelot most was her constant transformation—changing her appearance and figure endlessly. Those ever-shifting faces kept him thoroughly captivated.
Sigh. "My body can't take much more. A normal human body really can't satisfy me anymore," Lancelot said with a wry smile.
This weakness won't last much longer.
"Fortunately, there are only twenty days left until the god-tier ocular technique lottery. I hope this draw will finally change this frail body of mine," he said with anticipation.
Unknowingly, Lancelot had already spent nearly three months in the Marvel world. The God-Tier Disciple Lottery System conducted a draw every three months.
Ever since obtaining the Geass ability, Lancelot had been eagerly awaiting what kind of disciple or power he would draw in the second round.
According to the system's prompts, even the second draw would still exceed his expectations.
In this Marvel world—where true ocular techniques didn't exist—there were many secondary eye abilities that could still be classified as god-tier ocular arts.
Lancelot looked forward to it greatly.
"John."
Lancelot straightened his clothes and lightly tapped the desk.
Boom.
A ghost appeared before him. Phantom John removed his Western cowboy hat, bowed slightly, and waited for instructions.
"Take me to the CIA headquarters," Lancelot said, standing up and placing his right hand on John's shoulder.
"Yes, my king."
Phantom John nodded, and the two vanished from the office together.
United States, Virginia — CIA Headquarters
Bradley was lounging comfortably on a luxurious sofa, surrounded by various display screens.
Besides Bradley, several CIA staff members responsible for organizing intelligence stood nearby, all watching him respectfully.
"Mr. Bradley, please forward this information to Field Agent Johnson," a young, beautiful female agent said, gazing at Bradley with admiration as she respectfully handed him a document.
"Alright."
Bradley glanced at the file and pressed his right hand to his temple. Far away, in a CIA safe house in Las Vegas, a fax machine—previously unplugged—powered on by itself and began operating, sending out an encrypted document.
Once the transmission was complete, Agent Johnson, who had been waiting in the safe house, took the document and left immediately.
"Done."
Bradley lowered his hand and snapped his fingers casually.
At this moment, Bradley felt completely in his element. As a mutant, he possessed the ability to control any electronic device with his mind.
According to research by scientists from the Mutant Evolution Institute, this form of mental control wasn't a psychic ability like Professor X's.
When Bradley activated his power, his thoughts were converted into special electronic pulse commands. His brain effectively became a massive signal tower—a central intelligent control hub.
Because of this, Bradley could control any electronic device with his mind. These electronic pulses also carried stable energy fluctuations, allowing him to power devices that normally couldn't operate.
It was precisely because of this ability that Lancelot had sent Bradley here—to use the CIA's vast electronic infrastructure to constantly hone his mutant power.
Bang.
Just as Bradley was about to show off to the girl beside him, a ghostly figure appeared in the room.
Lancelot stepped out of the apparition, while Phantom John vanished again through teleportation.
"My king."
Seeing Lancelot, Bradley immediately stood up and bowed respectfully.
"Bradley, how do you feel?" Lancelot asked, glancing at him.
Lancelot had high expectations for Bradley. In his view, Bradley's mutant ability had enormous room for growth. He intended to train him into someone like Ultron—or at the very least, on the level of J.A.R.V.I.S., created by Tony Stark.
It was only 1962. The internet had yet to be popularized. Bradley still had plenty of time to grow.
"My lord, I feel incredible. Through the CIA's control systems, I feel like my thoughts can extend extremely far," Bradley said excitedly.
As long as it was an electronic device—household appliances, desk lamps, pagers, telephones, military equipment, encrypted satellite phones, the internet, computers, even medical devices—he could control them all.
Moreover, as long as those devices were connected to the same central control system, Bradley could command them simultaneously with a single thought.
"Very good, Bradley."
Lancelot nodded. In truth, it was the current era that limited Bradley's potential.
If this were the 21st century, with mobile internet nearly global and accessible to households, Bradley's mutation level would likely reach Level Four—or even Level Five.
"Still, Professor X's Cerebro might be able to further enhance Bradley's mental control," Lancelot thought, recalling the device.
After all, Cerebro itself was an electronic device. In theory, Bradley could control it with his mind.
"Bradley, bring up the surveillance footage from Xavier's Mansion," Lancelot ordered casually, sitting down on the sofa.
Upon receiving the command, Bradley once again pressed his hand to his temple, manipulating the projector to display the surveillance feed from Xavier's Mansion on a massive screen.
Perhaps even Professor X himself didn't know that CIA agents had planted hundreds of pinhole cameras throughout his home.
Back then, before Lancelot had taken control of the CIA headquarters, Humpherson had already ordered the agents to make the necessary arrangements at Xavier's Mansion.