As a 'teenager' who was forced to stop at the age of seventeen, West's temper has never been very good, especially when he has just woken up, and he is a moldy head that even Stark would not want to touch.

One of the most popular punishments in mutant schools was to wake Mr. Xavier Jr. up at 6 a.m. on his day off. This activity was first started by Cyclops, fueled by Storm Girl, and every student who mischievolently behaved in their class was forced to be sent to West's room at the appointed time, and when they came out, they all changed their minds and vowed to be a new person. One of the most famous was when Wolverine, who had just arrived at school and didn't know anything, lost a bet with Cyclops, and very happily accepted the bet to drag West out of bed, only to almost lose his life at the hands of the Hermit...... It is said that Wolverine later secretly stated that he would rather run to fight Magneto than be stripped naked and hung upside down outside Professor X's office window. Bird.

So when Jarvis, who was far away in the Avengers Tower, was reminded by the Synergy System across the ocean that he needed to buy a third alarm clock for Mr. Xavier Jr., it wasn't all too surprising. After all, his sir said, with West's accumulated criminal record, it is not impossible if he sinks the British Isles in a fit of anger one day.

It's just that, sometimes, there are always some ignorant and fearless warriors around us.

"Hey, classmate. Can I sit here, please? ”

When a voice that was unique to a young boy sounded overhead, West was sulking in the corner of the classroom with two huge black circles under his eyes. Because he had to get up early to catch up with class at night, he had to get up longer than usual this time. And because his expression was too terrifying, no one dared to sit beside him under the huge pressure of almost materializing around him...... But apparently, except for the blonde kid who rushed through the door with the class bell.

"Hello, I'm Colin, Colin Burns."

He piled the books in his arms on the table. To West's surprise, the first thing his new table mate did when he sat down was not to open a book or note, but to introduce himself to him.

"West Xavier." Nodding a little coldly, West had never liked to get along with ordinary humans because he was a mutant. In addition, last night's lack of sleep was extremely depressed, and he was willing to give this blonde boy a straight eye, which was already a manifestation of his endurance to the extreme.

I can probably detect that the brown-haired teenager is not very high. Colin hesitated, obviously not willing to end like this. But he only shrugged his shoulders in the end, smiled at West, and began to turn his head to sort through the mess of documents and materials on the table.

The unhappiness in my heart was slightly diminished by Colin's interest. West turned his head rarely, glanced at the ordinary and featureless faces of his fellow tablemates, then put his textbook over his face, and simply leaned back on the back of his chair and fell asleep.

In a dim light, he seemed to dream that young Charles was standing in front of him, his eyes as blue as the ocean bent into a beautiful shape, like a never-ending heavy rain at the end of midsummer. Beside him, Eric, who had not yet become Magneto, quietly hugged his shoulder, his eyes still sharp and vaguely clear. Countless people came and went between them, disappearing at the end of the years, until at the end, even they smiled slightly, and blurred ripples like reflections in the water.

Gradually, with the boundless darkness coming in little by little, all the qiē was gone.

'You shouldn't hate me, West. ’

At the moment when he was swallowed up by the silence of the extinction, he seemed to hear the familiar voice of the man coming from all directions. On the battlefield of the last battle, in the dark and damp room underground, in the nightmare that he couldn't wake up from every night, he was imprinted in his heart over and over again, bloody, but he would never cowardly use forgetfulness to escape.

'Hate Charles, if hatred can make you feel better,' the voice said:

After all, he was the one who first woke me up from my solitude - the Creator, and I have been the most devout saint who has been martyred for him from beginning to end. ’

That's a lie.

Even in a dream, all of Elizhe's qiē are deceptive lies.

He sneered.

"Smack-"

I don't know how long later, a rather loud sound of heavy objects falling to the ground suddenly poured into my ears, dispelling the endless darkness in front of me. West opened his eyes instantly, and before he could react to his consciousness, his body had already instinctively jumped up and assumed a defensive posture. But because he was still sitting in a narrow seat, he couldn't keep his balance, so he didn't stabilize it, and he fell to the ground with a chair like that, and the pain made him not ease up for a long time.

“…… I'm sorry. "I didn't expect West's reaction to be so big. Colin Leng, who had accidentally knocked off his book, stood in place, stunned as the boy lay on the ground, grinning and rubbing the back of his head, and carefully pointed under him:

"Well, do you mind if I pick up my books?"

“…… Be my guest. ”

I was so embarrassed that I forgot to get up. West staggered up on the windowsill, looked around the already empty classroom, and wondered: "What about people?" What time is it? ”

"Two hours after the last class." Struggling to clean up his scattered documents, Colin didn't look up, "By the way, can you help me pick up the one over there, I can't seem to reach it?" ”

"Oh." I didn't expect that I would sleep all morning as soon as I closed my eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he also bent down to pick up the book with the black cover that had fallen particularly far away.

"The Book of Merlin?"

Staring at the cover in his hand with some surprise, West unconsciously pronounced the title of the book in gilded terms. After all, I just finished reading the story about King Arthur yesterday, and although I am not very interested in it, when I see something I am familiar with, people will inevitably take a few more looks.

"The last part of Terrance White's five-part series of Eternal Kings, a long poem named after Merlin."

Apparently interpreting West's question into something else, Colin got up with his things in order and smiled at him, "Actually, I saw you in the library yesterday, when you were reading a story about King Arthur...... Perhaps, you would like to try this version too? ”

"No, thank you." Throwing the book back into the blonde boy's arms, West refused without hesitation.

"Hey, don't be so adamant, this version is hard to find right now."

With sparkling eyes, as if showing off some treasure, Colin chattered about each of the "shining points that are worth recommending from a literary point of view." And West didn't interrupt him, just silently packed up his things, and at the same time mentally thought about what he should eat at noon.

“…… Really, West, you should really read these places. Comparisons between different details often lead to very interesting conclusions, such as how many times Merlin saved King Arthur. ”

As if a switch was turned on, even if it was only himself talking, Colin was obviously very happy:

“…… By the way, there seems to be a guy named Merlin Amoris in the history department, who knows more about these things than anyone else, and we all think that he is the reincarnation of Merlin! ”

There was a clear hint of a strong hint in his words. If there was a third person present, that person would have been able to hear that Colin had said so much, all for the sake of the last sentence. But because he stayed up all night last night and slept in two professional classes in a less comfortable place today, West's IQ and attention were not on the line at this time. To him, it's a joke from a stranger he doesn't interest in, just listen to it. What's more, even if there is really the reincarnation of a ** master, it has nothing to do with him.

"I'll go back first." Put your phone in your pocket, pick up your bag and turn around and leave. Before he could step out of the threshold, West had already lived up to expectations and had forgotten everything Colin had just said.

There was no response, and there was no concern on the boy's face, and the blonde boy did not catch up or hold back, but just stood still with his eyes lit up.

After a long, long time, the noise of the whole building gradually died down. Only then did he move his numb legs slightly, lowered his head, and whispered a series of ancient characters. At the same time, with the chants of the past rolling in the air, the light gray eyes suddenly turned into brilliant gold. And when the spell ended, it was no longer the ordinary blonde boy Colin Burns standing in the classroom, but the high-cheeked boy who had been in the library yesterday and had accidentally disturbed everyone with his clumsy hand.

"Have you really forgotten all about Qiē, Wei?"

Raising his eyes, he muttered. The boy's eyes were as clear as the sky after the rain, and they were so clean and pure colors, but they were unexpectedly filled with such intense and blank sadness.

Looking out the window at the clear blue sky, the early summer sun spreads through the lush green leaves overhead, blurring the silhouette in a circle. Like countless fragments left in time pouring down into sharp arrows of light, he stood in the memory of only one person, with no way to retreat, and nowhere to escape.

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At the same time, New York, USA.

Putting down the petri dish in his hand, Tony Stark exhaled. His main activity of lately has been to work with Dr. Banner to analyze West's DNA in the hope of finding something noteworthy from it. And now, the research is almost at its most critical, and as long as the number of matches that Jarvis is now matching comes out, they will be able to preliminarily figure out what was going on with West's second genetic mutation at the age of seventeen.

Rubbing the corners of his forehead, which had swelled from working for more than ten hours straight, Tony went to the kitchen to pour himself and Banner a cup of coffee. Ever since they met the bionic warriors who had fused Dr. Yi's research at the Hydra base, they had been immersed in the building's real room. Steve and Bucky go back to Brooklyn together, Natasha goes to the Middle East, Hawkeye is supposed to play with piranhas on Amazon, and everyone else has their own things going their separate ways. Now that the situation is still uncertain, they also need to enjoy the last calm before the storm.

"Sir, there's something new."

Just as Tony leaned in front of the stage with nothing to do, secretly wondering if Dr. Cutner would toss the Hulk out, a metallic voice suddenly sounded in the room. Without waiting for Iron Man's command, Jarvis took the initiative to open the virtual panel in the center, and the orange light cluster representing the core of the AI program was constantly changing, separating the part it considered most important from the message and arranging it completely on the screen.

"When matching Mr. Xavier Jr.'s genetic information, my search engine captured several records that were extremely similar...... One has been confirmed to be from Hydra, while the other two are based in Oxford, England. ”

"Oxford? Isn't West there right now?! ”

Drawn to the information on the screen, Banner looked closely at the two research records, dated more than twenty years ago, but more fruitful than what he and Tony had achieved now. Although the content of these two records is similar, the details and highlights are completely inconsistent, and it is clear at a glance that they were written by two different people.

Bruce ...... We know that there is only one person who can study West's genes more than 20 years ago, right? ”

With a frown, Tony put down the coffee cup in his hand and focused all his attention on the two records, "Can you find the source, Jar?" ”

"Working on it."

The orange ball of light flickered more violently. It wasn't long before Jarvis's voice sounded again, giving Tony and his results to the two.

"How?"

"There is an article from the ID with the registration information 'Elizhe', sir."

Dutifully answered, the AI butler seemed to pause and did not continue.

"What about the other one?"

I don't know if I realized something, Tony's brows furrowed even tighter, almost twisting his entire forehead into a ball.

And in the next second, the answer he heard made him wish he could explode into fireworks in an instant-

"It's Charles Xavier."

Jarvis spoke without any emotion.