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The following days were exceptionally peaceful.
Charles, using the Cerebro, continuously sought out Mutant youths who needed help, recruited them into the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, provided them with education and training, and dedicated himself to shaping them into well-rounded, morally upright Mutants.
Although the abilities of these Mutant youths were far from as powerful as Charles and Erik's, they each possessed unique characteristics and promising futures, making them eligible for the Brotherhood's list of prospective interns.
In addition, the academy also specially recruited an older youth, who was a full twelve years older than the other students, but whose knowledge level was the lowest, making him a key focus.
However, there were rumors circulating that this student was a connected individual who had gained admission through back channels.
In response, Charles made a solemn statement at a school meeting, emphasizing that the academy must never encourage sycophancy, and all students must be treated equally.
Punish when necessary, write homework when necessary, and a ten-thousand-word essay must never be a single word less than nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine.
He also specifically added that students must greet teachers and the principal, and their attire must be standardized; for example, no helmets in class, no helmets while playing chess, and no helmets when meeting the principal.
Erik: "."
You might as well just give them my ID.
And after a group of Mutant youths and the older youth Erik enrolled, Darian also received a system prompt.
[Mission 'Found X-Academy' settlement complete]
[Rewards obtained: 3000 experience points, Anchor Fragment * 3, equipment 'Glider Wheelchair', item 'Black Jade Healing Ointment']
[Equipment: Glider Wheelchair (High-tech mobile vehicle, capable of drifting and low-altitude flight, top speed up to 600 km/h, equipped with a primary AI system, will automatically deploy an energy shield when attacked, effectively resisting missile-level impacts)]
[Item: Black Jade Healing Ointment (The Vajra Sect's unique secret medicine, can easily heal even shattered bones, no longer have to worry about having your legs broken by the butler)]
Due to the addition of the powerful Mutant Erik, the overall quality of the students significantly improved, and the mission rewards were consequently more generous.
It was a pity that most of the other members of the Brotherhood were past their school age, and they were also unwilling to return to school, unlike Erik, who could be managed with just a helmet. As for Charles, he was already the principal, so it was even less possible for him to enroll as a student.
"The attributes of this Glider Wheelchair are not bad, it just isn't very useful to me."
Darian shook his head. All the functions of the Glider Wheelchair were not only possessed by his BT, but its performance was also superior, making it somewhat redundant.
He thought for a moment and decided to give this equipment to Charles.
Although Charles's telepathic abilities were extremely powerful, he had a fatal weakness: his body was too fragile; a single bullet could easily take him down.
Darian knew that he would eventually leave this dungeon, and at that time, the burden of the Brotherhood would fall entirely on Charles's shoulders. If Charles met with an accident, the Brotherhood would probably fall apart in an instant.
This was not a wild guess.
Leaving aside everything else, just Charles's friend Erik, once he learned that Charles was in trouble, would definitely completely turn dark immediately.
At that time, he would shout, 'It's all the World's fault, I want to create a World with Charles,' and then raise the banner of the Mutants to attack humanity.
So Charles's safety was very important, both for his abilities and for his influence on other members.
And this Glider Wheelchair's life-saving ability was top-notch, perfectly suited for a fragile support like Charles.
As for whether Charles was willing to use a wheelchair, that was not within Darian's consideration. At worst, he would just break Charles's legs himself and make him sit in the wheelchair obediently.
There was no other way; this was all for Charles's safety.
Darian didn't need to pay too much attention to the affairs of the Brotherhood and the academy; he just left everything to Charles to handle.
With Emma's assistance, he had gradually taken over the resources of the Hellfire Club, and, riding Red Devil's special ride-sharing car, he personally met with various dignitaries who had close ties to the Hellfire Club.
As Emma had said, these dignitaries, upon learning that the Hellfire Club had changed hands, did not show much fluctuation. Instead, they treated Darian, the new Black King, with great courtesy, showing goodwill and striving to leave a good impression, making it easier to curry favor in the future.
It is worth mentioning that Darian wore a magic mask every time he appeared, never showing his true face.
Seeing him in this guise, the dignitaries all concluded that this new Black King was a more evil and ruthless character than Sebastian, and their previously restless thoughts immediately subsided.
However, there were always a few stubborn individuals who insisted on courting death.
But the next day, without exception, these people all had a dozen bullet wounds in their backs and were ultimately ruled as suicides.
After dealing with these dignitaries, Darian fully handed over the daily management of the Hellfire Club to Emma, becoming a hands-off boss himself.
And so, now it was Emma's turn to work on her career during the day, and Darian's turn to work on his career at night.
Emma finally couldn't hold back and said exasperatedly, "You're the Black King of Hellfire, how come I'm doing all the work by myself?!"
Darian spread his hands: "If being a boss means working myself to death, then wouldn't I be a boss for nothing?"
Emma was speechless, gritting her teeth in anger, vowing to make Darian experience the taste of working himself to death tonight.
As a result, early the next morning, she struggled out of bed with sore muscles, dragging her exhausted body to handle the various affairs of the Hellfire Club, experiencing what it truly meant to work herself to death.
Of course, Darian did not completely abandon the Hellfire Club.
He handed over a batch of data to Emma for her to use in developing the club's industries.
These data were all technological and medical research achievements that Darian had acquired during his previous missions.
Although not as cutting-edge as the Iron Armor or Green Goblin Suit, they were absolutely considered groundbreaking products in this era, with a technological standard far exceeding most research achievements on the market.
Emma was both surprised and delighted by this.
She naturally understood the immense value contained in these materials.
With them, the Hellfire Club's industries would definitely be elevated by several levels.
Emma had now completely understood that since the path of violent World domination was unfeasible, secretly controlling the World through money and power was not out of the question.
Just as Darian had told her, as long as Mutants became capitalists and infiltrated the foundations of the state, then humans would still become their slaves.
Moreover, this method would not be met with resistance from various parties; on the contrary, humans would actively seek cooperation. At that time, if other humans wanted to kill them, these very humans would be the first to disagree.
Darian was not speaking idly; just like a certain race that was not defeated by a certain mustache, they gradually gained control of the U.S.'s discourse in this way.
"By the way, where did Sebastian get that helmet from?" Darian asked abruptly.
Emma replied, "It was provided by the Red Bear government. They needed Sebastian's assistance against America at the time, and hearing that there was a telepathic Mutant in the opposing camp, they specially crafted that helmet for him."
"Contact your connections with the Red Bear and see if you can get some of the raw materials or technical data for the helmet. If not, inquire about their whereabouts."
Darian felt that this material, capable of blocking telepathic abilities, possessed immense strategic value. If it could be mass-produced, dealing with telepaths in the future would be incredibly easy.
"Alright."
Darian suddenly remembered his promise to Hank and instructed, "There's one more thing: gather a batch of the most advanced scientific research equipment and assemble a professional research team, sending them all to Hank's laboratory to assist him in his work."
Emma knew what Hank was researching and hesitated, "The members of the research team are all humans. I'm worried they might leak our confidential information."
The so-called confidential information was actually their Mutant identities and the cutting-edge technology Hank was researching.
In her opinion, even if these researchers were currently employed by them, humans were ultimately difficult to fully trust, and once the information was leaked, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Darian waved his hand: "No matter, just have them sign a non-disclosure agreement before they start."
Emma still had some reservations: "But a non-disclosure agreement isn't necessarily completely secure. Humans are insidious and greedy, and even with an NDA, they might betray us."
Who are you scolding here?
Darian glanced at Emma. If he wasn't confident that his identity was sufficiently hidden, he would have suspected she was making an indirect accusation.
He slowly said, "This agreement clearly stipulates that they voluntarily participate in a highly confidential experiment. For strict confidentiality, we will use high-tech memory separation technology. Once they leave the laboratory, all their memories related to the research will be temporarily blocked, only to be restored when they return to the laboratory."
Emma paused slightly at the words, then a look of understanding flashed in her eyes.
She immediately realized that the so-called high-tech memory separation was just a facade; in reality, Charles would use his telepathic abilities to temporarily seal their relevant memories when they left work each day, and then restore them when they returned to their workstations the next day.
Emma couldn't help but exclaim, "You can even play it like this?"
"This is called superpowers changing life."
Darian smiled slightly, shaking his head and sighing, "Actually, my initial plan was to directly block all their work memories so I wouldn't even have to pay them, but unfortunately, Charles wasn't willing."
Emma: "."
I take back what I just said, you are more insidious, cunning, and insatiably greedy than humans!
Despite her internal grumbling, Emma quickly arranged for personnel to advance the plan and recruited a batch of qualified researchers.
When this group of people heard about it, they thought, 'There's such a good thing!'
It exempted them from the tedious memories of daily work and allowed them to receive generous compensation. What was the difference between this and freebies? So, they all readily signed the contracts.
And so, this scene unfolded: researchers happily went to work, and the moment they stepped into the laboratory, they instantly became like walking corpses, with more resentment than the Evil Sword Immortal absorbed back in the day.
Inspired by the concept of superpowers changing life, Darian simply arranged for Erik to also join Hank's laboratory. It would be a pity not to use his ability for metalworking.
With the assistance of the professional research team and Erik's abilities, Hank's research progressed rapidly.
Soon, the laboratory began mass-producing a new generation of Green Goblin armor and imitation Green Goblin gliders, truly achieving Green Goblin Suit freedom.
It was a good thing Norman Osborn wasn't in this World, otherwise, if he saw this scene, he would probably be furious on the spot, and even his evil Green Goblin persona would shrink into a corner, not daring to utter a sound.
However, Darian thought the name Green Goblin Suit didn't sound good, sounding like a bunch of goblins, so he waved his hand and renamed it the Oni Suit, in homage to the legendary hero Oni.
Now, almost everyone in the Brotherhood had an Oni Suit, and flight training became a daily fixed activity, except for Logan, of course.
That guy felt uncomfortable the moment he stepped onto the glider, and flying for too long would even cause him to vomit. Imagine him vomiting at high altitude while still flying—it was simply hair-raising!
In addition, Hank also made significant progress in his research on the Whiplash armor. He had initially grasped the overall structure and drive technology of the Whiplash armor.
However, the operating principle of the small Arc Reactor in the Whiplash armor's chest still remained difficult to fully decipher. Without the original design blueprints, it was almost impossible to replicate the complete structure and stable system of its energy core through reverse engineering alone.
Darian was not disappointed; Hank's ability to research to this point was already quite impressive.
After all, the miniature Arc Reactor was a core technological product of Tony Stark. Even in the era where the main server was located, it was a cross-era energy technology barrier, and naturally, it was not so easy to replicate.
But even if the Whiplash armor couldn't be built, mechanical soldiers could.
Hank stated that he could build some mechanical soldiers based on the Whiplash armor's technology. They wouldn't require human pilots and could follow simple commands, though their performance would be far less powerful than the Whiplash armor.
"No problem, just build it!"
Darian waved his hand dismissively. Anyway, he had plenty of money, so they could build whatever they wanted!
Half a month later!
Darian and Charles, under the shade of a large tree, looked at the thriving X-Academy before them.
Not far away, a dozen young Mutants were laughing and playing on the lawn, their joyous sounds filling the air with vibrant energy and hope, a sight that brought great comfort.
Charles sighed softly, "It's truly wonderful. If only it could always be like this."
Darian pouted: "I told you a long time ago, don't casually make predictions. Last time you didn't listen to my advice, and that's how you broke your leg."
At this moment, Charles was sitting in a silver-gray wheelchair, which was the Glider Wheelchair Darian had drawn earlier.
Some time ago, it happened to be Charles's birthday, so Darian took the opportunity to give him the Glider Wheelchair as a gift.
Charles was reluctant at the time, claiming his legs were perfectly nimble and he had no use for such a thing. He even specifically demonstrated the flexibility of his legs, only to accidentally break his leg.
What a coincidence, Darian's gift came in handy perfectly.
Darian: (..)
Charles: (ノ｀Д)ノ
But it had to be said, this wheelchair was indeed comfortable to ride.
Now Charles could speed around in the wheelchair faster than Darian's car, and he felt completely safe. Any damage could be blocked by the energy shield, and he had come to love this feeling.
"Old Charles, I'm leaving," Darian suddenly said.
Charles paused, surprised, "Where are you going?"
"To a rather distant place. I might not be back for a while."
Darian was a bit helpless.
During this time, he had tried almost every possible way to trigger a mission, but he had consistently found nothing.
There was no other way; this World lacked a mission dispenser like Nick Fury, making it impossible to find a stable way to obtain missions.
Day N without Nick Fury, he missed him!
But staying in this dungeon World indefinitely was not an option; he still had to return to the main server to continue the storyline.
As things stood, Darian could only settle the dungeon mission early.
Charles sensed the farewell in his words, remained silent for a moment, and finally only uttered one sentence.
"Come back soon."
"Okay!"