"Mysterious meteorite, the American Military's new alloy research experiment. So, this Universe discovered Adamantium this quickly?" Darian sat in his office chair, flipping through the file in his hands, his brows slightly raised.
With the growth and expansion of the Hellfire Club, coupled with the assistance of Emma's Telepathy, their intelligence network had long since infiltrated every corner, allowing them to easily obtain even confidential files at the level of the American Military.
This document was marked as top secret; its content concerned a special metal sample discovered by the Military in a certain crater. After preliminary testing, the hardness and density of this metal far exceeded any existing material.
Without a doubt, this was the Adamantium of this Universe.
Darian remembered that in another parallel Universe of the X-Men, it took quite some time before Adamantium was discovered.
But, as the saying goes, it's inexplicable—parallel space-time.
"Are you interested in this?"
Emma walked over at some point, wrapped in a bedsheet, her extremely high-modeling attributes faintly visible under the fabric.
Darian frowned: "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
At this moment, he was in Sage Mode, his fire reduced to zero, his rationality +99, and his gaze didn't wander at all; it was as clear as the eunuch protagonist in a novel.
"It's because you tore them; those were limited edition designer pieces, and I had only worn them once or twice."
Emma rolled her eyes.
It was too crazy yesterday; most of her gear had been torn to shreds, and not even her panties survived.
Darian kept a straight face: "That was an accident."
Emma was speechless: "That was way too accidental; the only thing left intact was my black tear-resistant set."
"That thing has too high a defense; I couldn't tear it."
Emma couldn't be bothered to expose this scumbag's fetish; after all, she had intentionally dressed this way for that very reason.
Recalling the battle yesterday, her legs couldn't help but clamp together, trembling uncontrollably.
Although Darian had taken the initiative at the start, Emma had later actively engaged in the battle, deploying all eighteen of her martial arts, determined to break Darian's Harden Skill.
Who knew that Darian's Harden Skill had reached perfection, even possessing the supernatural power to summon wind and rain.
That localized area, which had been suffering from drought for over a year, first welcomed a light rain, then the light rain turned into moderate rain, moderate rain turned into a torrential downpour, and it even caused a flood, raising monstrous waves.
Even though Emma's swimming skills were excellent, she couldn't withstand the terrifying impact of wave after wave, losing consciousness several times midway.
In a daze, she remembered being carried by these giant waves, floating from the bedroom to the living room, from the living room to the bathroom, from the bathroom to the balcony, and finally, after swimming several laps, she finally returned to the room.
"It's been over a year, how did this scumbag get even fiercer?"
Emma was both shocked and distressed.
Thinking back to when she first met Darian, it was originally just out of curiosity and a sense of novelty that she boarded this pirate ship... or rather, bed. But she hadn't expected that once she got on, she would never be able to get off.
However, Darian was considerate and never restricted Emma's actions, saying that if she wanted to get on, she should get on, and never to worry about his feelings.
And this also caused Emma to be very conflicted.
If she did it, she felt she wasn't holding her own.
She was the dignified White Queen, pursued by countless people; how could she act like a bed-warming maid, voluntarily washing up and getting into the other party's bed? If she didn't do it, it really wouldn't work.
Nowadays, the development project personally supervised by Darian was already in full swing; even if she tried to do it herself like in the past, she couldn't restore it to its original state, and only by handing it over to Darian could things be completely settled.
Getting on wasn't okay, and getting off wasn't okay either.
So Emma could only struggle back and forth between getting on and off.
Darian didn't know Emma's inner conflict and said: "This is good stuff; it can be said to be the strongest rare material in this World, and furthermore, this object has a destiny with me."
The stock of Adamantium in his hands was indeed not small, but who would complain about having too much of this rare material?
Come to think of it, he seemed to be missing one Wolverine skeleton to synthesize a two-star.
Should he find the Old Wolf of this Universe to make a mold, and after completing the Adamantium experiment, let Erik remove the humanoid Adamantium skeleton?
Emma sat on the armrest, brushing her blonde hair behind her ear: "This is a confidential experiment by the American Military, the level of secrecy is very high, and I've had people check; the person in charge of this project is a tough nut to crack and isn't easy to bribe. If you want to get your hands on it, I'm afraid it'll be a bit troublesome."
"It's fine, I have my own ways."
Darian waved his hand, his expression relaxed.
In this Universe, even Erik, the resident villain of the X-Men, was one of his own.
Looking around, there were almost no rivals.
Compared to the main server, which was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, where World-ending level big shots popped out at any moment, this Universe was simply too relaxed; many things could be operated with peace of mind.
Darian suddenly remembered something and reminded her: "By the way, remember to find someone to fix that big hole; no need to patch it up, just change it into a doorway so it's convenient to go directly to the bedroom to rest when working."
Emma: "..."
I'm too embarrassed to point you out.
You call that wanting to work? You clearly want to work the mother!
Darian stayed at the Villa for a few days to deepen his relationship with Emma.
The area within a few dozen meters outside the Villa had been cleared in advance, so no one came to disturb them.
In a few days, Darian's system space was updated with more than a dozen new cutscenes, as well as a dozen newly launched skins and scenes, all saved into the study files to be watched while studying magic.
In the end, it was Emma who voluntarily raised the white flag, ending this endless battle.
Darian shook his head inwardly; Emma was good at everything, except her physical fitness was not quite up to par.
If he hadn't used magic to add a few buff effects to her, plus some stamina-replenishing items, she probably wouldn't have been able to hold on for more than a few rounds. She couldn't even win a prop match, what a noob!
Darian looked at the limp Emma and muttered: "It seems the Mutant enhancement plan is time to be put on the agenda."
In fact, he had long had this idea.
Most Mutants had a fatal problem, which was high attack but low defense.
Their abilities were ridiculously strong, but their bodies were pitifully fragile.
Even someone as strong as Charles could be easily taken out by a single gunshot, and even Erik, the Magneto who feared no metal, could hardly escape an organized and planned assassination.
Darian didn't want the Mutants under him to be wiped out by some force the moment he happened to be away.
After all, this kind of thing had happened too many times in other parallel Universes.
Because of this, he wanted to strengthen the physical fitness of the Mutants under his command.
He didn't ask them to be able to resist bullets with their bodies, but at least they should have enough reaction time when facing a sneak attack, so they wouldn't be taken out before they could even use their abilities.
As for this task, it was of course handed over to the versatile Hank.
In the pile of materials Darian gave him, there were a lot of human enhancement technologies. He believed that with the other party's ability, adapting these technologies into an enhancement plan suitable for Mutants shouldn't be a problem.
During this period, Darian took the time to go to the Hellfire Club and met his two lackeys, Red Devil and Riptide.
Although he had been away for a while, the two of them didn't dare to have any ulterior motives and had been working conscientiously for the Club.
After all, they knew themselves that with their status as Grade A prisoners, leaving the protection of the Hellfire Club was equivalent to seeking death.
"My Lord Black King!"
The two bowed quickly when they saw Darian.
Darian nodded and casually took out two bottles of red potion from his bosom: "You've done well during this time, take these two bottles of life potion."
"Thank you, My Lord Black King!"
Their eyes lit up instantly, and they hurriedly took them with both hands.
They had long heard of this magical potion; it was said that as long as one still had a breath, drinking it could save them directly, and even those in the late stages of terminal illness waiting to die could have their lives forcibly extended—it was definitely a life-saving miracle drug.
If placed on the outside, who knows how many rich people would be willing to spend a huge price to buy a bottle.
Of course, as members of the Hellfire Club, they certainly weren't short of money, so such life-saving things were naturally kept for their own use.
Darian's gaze passed over the two and landed on two unfamiliar figures not far away.
Those were two new members recently recruited by the Hellfire Club.
One of them was actually an acquaintance of Darian, Caliban from the Wolverine World.
His ability was to detect and locate the positions of Mutants within a certain range; he was a human Mutant radar. With him around, there was no fear of humans mixing into the Mutants, nor fear of Mutants mixing into the humans.
Caliban was originally a Mutant broker running an underground intelligence station in Cairo, making a living by selling information on Mutants and their locations.
After joining the Hellfire Club, his black market forces were merged in, becoming the intelligence department of the Hellfire Club, specializing in collecting various intelligence in the underground World.
The other new member was a female Mutant named Betsy Braddock, codenamed Psylocke.
She was originally a bodyguard and thug hired by Caliban. Her abilities were Telepathy and telekinetic manifestation, allowing her to conjure various energy weapons.
Her skills were good, and her figure was also good; dressed as a female ninja in a purple swimsuit, she looked just like an X-Men ninja.
The two new members noticed Darian's gaze and quickly lowered their heads respectfully.
"My Lord Black King!"
They knew a little bit about the Hellfire Club, knowing that the former Black King, Sebastian, was the mastermind behind the Cuban Missile Crisis, almost starting the third season—a definitely ruthless person.
Not to mention the current Black King who defeated the former Black King to take the position; he was even more ruthless among the ruthless.
They wouldn't dare to show off their personality in front of this person.
Darian waved his hand cheerfully: "No need to be restrained; actually, I'm a very approachable person, just be casual."
The two looked up at the legendary Black King in front of them.
Wearing a strange mask and a white robe, with a dozen black tentacles faintly wriggling under the robe as if they had a life of their own—no matter how you looked at it, it didn't seem to have anything to do with the word "approachable."
Darian didn't care about their reaction and looked at Psylocke with interest: "You're Psylocke, right? Show me your ability."
Psylocke nodded quickly: "Okay."
She raised her right hand, and purple energy condensed in her palm, instantly extending outward to form a long sword glowing with a faint purple light.
Compared to Darian's magic sword that looked like a fluorescent tube, it was much cooler, at least it had shape and form.
Darian was envious for a moment and asked: "Can your ability only turn into cold weapons? Can it turn into hot weapons? Or other shapes?"
Psylocke was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and replied: "It can turn into hot weapons, but it can't fire bullets. It can turn into other shapes, but the volume cannot be too large, and it cannot be too complex."
Darian was a little disappointed to hear this.
He thought he had found a Mutant version of a female Green Lantern.
The next moment, the dozen black tentacles under his robe used for posturing instantly turned into six, quickly wrapping around the purple light sword in Psylocke's hand, and then squeezed hard.
In Psylocke's horrified gaze, the long sword condensed from energy instantly dissipated, turning into specks of purple light and vanishing into the air.
It didn't even last a second.
"It seems it can't be used as a shield either."
Darian retracted his tentacles and shook his head: "Forget it, from now on, you'll be my new secretary and bodyguard."
As the scale of the Hellfire Club expanded, Emma's work became increasingly busy.
The saying "secretary handles things during the day, handles the secretary at night" couldn't be fulfilled, and only the latter half could be done, so the position of secretary was now vacated.
It just so happened that Psylocke also had Telepathy, and although she wasn't as powerful as Charles and Emma, she was fine against ordinary people. It was definitely not because of Psylocke's long legs.
Psylocke came back to her senses from the shock and said in surprise: "My Lord Black King, do you need a bodyguard too?"
Judging from the performance just now, she would almost be instantly killed if she faced Darian.
Who exactly was protecting whom?
Darian nodded: "Of course. In the future, if we encounter any enemies, you, the bodyguard, will go first. After the opponent defeats you at all costs, they can finally face me, the boss who needs protection. But once we fight, they find that I am hundreds of times stronger than you. What do you think their expression will be?"
Psylocke: "..."
So I'm just a tool person used to set you off?
Under Darian's arrangement, a large number of construction engineering teams soon moved into the Xavier Mansion and began a new round of expansion.
The originally quiet mansion instantly became a bustling construction site.
Especially Hank's research Base, which in Darian's vision, was at least several times larger than the main Villa.
Charles was shocked: "According to your plan, no matter how big this place is, I'm afraid it won't be enough!"
Darian waved his hand: "It's fine, I've already bought the surrounding area as well. If it's not enough, we'll buy more; anyway, money is not an issue."
Charles: "..."
He suspected that Darian was deliberately showing off his wealth.
And he had to admit that the other party succeeded in showing off.
Erik was smiling like a shark on the side.
Charles, you have today too, letting you show off in front of me every day.
Because Eric was wearing that helmet that could shield against Telepathy, Charles couldn't read his specific thoughts, but judging from that gloating expression, he could guess what he was thinking.
He said unhappily: "At this time, you should be in school; don't tell me you skipped class again?"
Eric was the oldest student in the X-Mansion, but he was more rebellious than any other student.
He skipped class every three days, violated school rules at every turn, and every few days a teacher would complain to him, the principal.
If it wasn't for the other party's sky-high background, as the principal, he would have long since had his memory wiped and been kicked out of the school.
Eric grinned: "Of course not, it's Darian who asked me to come."
Darian nodded: "Yes, I asked him to come. There is a very important task that needs his help, and this favor is indispensable for him."
Erik felt secretly pleased upon hearing this: "Tell me, what help is needed? I guarantee I will complete it!"
Darian said happily: "It's very simple, exert the ability you are best at, and speed up the construction. You are the famous King of Iron; doing this is simply the most suitable thing."
Erik: "..."