Eric slept deeply, so deep that he could not be woken up by the screams and explosions that sounded outside, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into the deepest sea, and the external stimuli were reduced to a minimum, and he vaguely knew that he had been dragged on the ground and carried away by a new vehicle, and even so, he could not let himself struggle from the dream.

The power of dreams reigned over his soul, bringing him back to the forgotten space and reliving the last act before leaving.

In the dark space, a group of people lay on the horizon, their clothes and armor were broken, and their bodies were stained with mud and blood, like wolves in a defeated battle, but they did not have the depression and dullness that a lost dog should have.

"It's good to be able to clear the customs alive", I don't know how long it took, and suddenly a sigh filled with the joy of escaping death caused a chord full of joy.

The vigor and vigor returned to them, and they began to talk about it for a while.

"So, have you all chosen to return to your own world?" A voice asked, some people affirmed, some people objected, but no matter how they chose, they couldn't stop everyone's eagerness to get rid of that supreme being.

The never-ending adventure, the desperation of the fate hanging by a thread, the panic of the future, the constant disappearance of companions, this qiē is unbearable even for the most tenacious people.

Everyone is dancing on a tightrope, and below is an abyss.

Now that the way home is in sight, their yearning for freedom is unquenchable.

He stood alone at the edge of the crowd, without the slightest intention of greeting his friends who were about to be separated.

Others weren't surprised.

Because this was originally a patchwork team, the people who joined the longest had only gone through seven or eight games together, and the least had just entered before the final battle.

The reincarnators of the main god are like Gu worms raised by seedlings in southern Xinjiang in the novel, the world is a cruel killing field, and survival of the fittest is their fate. No matter how unbearable you are in your heart, and how much effort you put in to keep it, you can't ensure peace, and if you don't pay attention, you will give a small life. This is like constantly spitting out the old and absorbing the new, and the last thing left is a temporary choice.

So although the team is a ragtag, the members are all elites.

There is no waste that can survive the endless fighting and scheming.

Because of this, there is often no deep friendship between each other, and they can rely on each other when they fight, and try their best to get through.

The people 66 continued to fog and disappear, and the empty hall was deserted, leaving only a few people to say their final goodbyes.

He was the one who only joined the team in the last battle, and his original teammates who had deep feelings were dead, and he didn't know his new teammates very well, so he casually called each other by code names, and there was nothing to make a fuss about, so he also planned to leave and go to the world he had chosen to start a new life.

At this moment he was stopped by someone, who was the captain of this temporary team, a young man with a gentle appearance but not losing his composure.

"You've decided, you're going to that world?" The captain asked.

"I can't go back to the world I came in, so I just choose an interesting place." He replied with a humming nod.

The captain is not a hypocritical person, he didn't ask nonsense such as "why can't he go back", everyone has their own difficulties, life is to roll in suffering, everyone understands this, and what he wants to say is not this.

"In order to pass the level, the equipment is almost destroyed, only this is left, and it can't bring us to the world anyway, so I'll give it to you, as a life-saving reward."

The captain said as he took out a red ball and handed it to him.

He gently picked up the sphere and held it up in front of his eyes to look at it, it felt soft and elastic, and there was a blood-colored glow like wisps of smoke flowing slowly inside.

Like a strange bead of blood.

"This is a relic of a former teammate, a bloodline ball in exchange for a mission, modeled after Magneto, with some mutant traits added, and after being transformed by the main god, it can be used in that world." The captain explained.

He held the bloodline red ball to his chest and thanked him solemnly.

Now that they have cleared up each other, no one owes anyone---- although they have never cared about it, but who is proud of them wants to owe others a favor?

When the separation was imminent, I heard the captain ask: "We were born and died together, and I don't know your name yet, can you sue me?" ”

One last glance at the nightmare space that he had dreamed of getting rid of for countless days, he pressed the bloodline ball into his chest, felt the changes in his body, and replied casually, "With the bloodline of Magneto, I'll call it Eric." ”

Eric......

In a trance, Eric realized something, and then left the space with the "he" in the dream, like a fog under the sun, gradually fading.

Then Eric and "him" become one, feeling the change together, watching as the vision blurred, the light twisting and churning as if refracted by water waves, and then shattering, a colorful halo mixed with a loud and noisy sound flickering and roaring in his head.

Eric quietly looked at the intertwined light and shadow, which kept emerging the experiences he had forgotten, the scenes he had experienced in the main god space, there was the budding of thinking that the protagonist was lucky when he first came, there was the stupidity of confessing to a senior beautiful female teammate, there was the fear and anger when he was suppressed by the strong and ruthlessly persecuted, and there was also the spirit and spirit when he was mature and ambitious.

Those memories that even I forgot were turned out one by one at this moment and presented in front of my eyes, and then there was no trace of the water moon mirror.

Familiar and unfamiliar faces swirled in the fragments of light, and he recognized that there were annoying competitors, enemies who once longed to eat flesh, friends and partners who had shared their hardships, and those who tried to protect but could not do anything about it.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the pretty face that had been haunted by his dreams, but before his fingertips arrived, the shadow was gone.

His hand froze there, and then he really understood that it was over.

The dust cleared like smoke, and then he appeared in the dim light before an angry fat man.

The new world has arrived.

……

When Eric was asleep, something happened:

The car they were riding in was attacked by a strange mutant, the golden wolf and the attacker were injured in the battle, Eric fell into a comatose state, and the mischievous little was trapped in the burning car and almost burned to death, but fortunately someone rescued him and survived.

Afterwards, the rescuer brought the group of three back to their base, and Xavier Talent Youth Academy was temporarily housed.

The golden wolf soon recovers from his injuries, and the mischievous enters the academy to study, but Eric remains dormant, much to the confusion of the self-proclaimed X-Men rescuer.

At this time, the founder of the college, Professor X, was talking about him with his students.

"Aged between twenty-seven and thirty, in good health and without abnormality, it can be ruled out that he was in a coma due to trauma in the car. The man appeared with no long objects, other than a translucent black watch of unknown material and unknown purpose on his left wrist, which could not be removed by any attempt by Guò, the only item he was carrying, and nothing else that could be used to identify him. Dressed in a white lab coat, Grey pointed to the human body test chart in front of the magnified X-ray screen and presented it to her teacher and peers.

According to Logan's recollection, he came into contact with the man in an underground boxing match in a small Canadian town, where the opponent was skilled and experienced and could handle metal bullets without physical contact. Based on these clues, I believe that this is a mutant who has undergone combat training and has the ability to control metal, although according to the professor's observations, his fluctuations are not strong enough, between the second and third levels, but he also has a certain threat, and there may be considerable room for growth in the future. The beautiful woman with long red hair and a bewitching figure analyzed.

Professor X and his right-hand men sat across from her and listened attentively.

According to Marie, the mischievous Mary, he couldn't remember where he came from or why he came, and the first place he appeared was at the bar where Black Boxing was played, and the professor confirmed this. I couldn't find his identity in the government archives, and the immigration agency didn't have any clues, and he was as clean as a newborn baby. The Phoenix Girl pun on her words.

At the end of the report, everyone was talking.

It is not uncommon for mutants to be persecuted by ordinary people because of their special abilities or physical characteristics, Xavier Academy was originally established by Professor X and like-minded colleagues for this purpose, and they are willing to provide selfless assistance to their fellow citizens, even if they get into trouble. But this person who appeared out of thin air is really strange, he seems to have fallen from the sky, he is completely confused, and in this attack, another mutant organization, Magneto's mutant brotherhood, this kind of problem cannot help but make people a little suspicious.

While most people believe that caution is needed, Scott, the laser-eyed laser with the ability to see at lasers, is adamant against it, having been persecuted in his youth and has become sensitive and radical, believing that dangerous people are best kept out of a safe area to avoid harm to the Academy.

"Remember the biological weapons that Stryker made, they are all dangerous people like time bombs, you won't forget the threat that those guys posed to us, who would dare to say that this guy was not sent by any force to make trouble. What do you say, Logan? Scott did not hesitate to take the initiative to seek the advice of his rival Golden Wolves for his claim, but he was soon disappointed.

The violent ** with a full face and beard groaned for a while and said, "I don't think it's anything, although his ability is very annoying, but I can overcome it." We've fought in the ring and we wanted to talk to him more later. He fiddled with the sharp Hardeman claws in his hand, apparently chatting as an excuse for trouble.

Everyone here knows that he was beaten by the other party when he was playing black boxing in Canada, and he was simply ruined by his reputation, and he has always been angry about this, thinking that he did not fight with all his strength, so he capsized in the gutter. Now that I know that the other party is also a mutant, and the level is a little lower, even if the attributes are restrained, I am not afraid, so I just found an opportunity to use him as a sandbag to relieve the depression in my heart.

The crowd argued and quarreled for a while, and finally the professor decided to take in the unpleasant guest.

"It's our responsibility to protect our fellow citizens, Scott. I'll keep an eye on him. "Stopping the objections," said Professor X.

The big guy made a decision, and everyone decided to comply, and Cyclops didn't say anything more, so he walked away stupidly.

The Storm Lady Auroro was delicate, she was the last of them to go out, and when she saw the teacher's frowning appearance, she had just walked a few steps and turned back.

She asked, "Professor, is there anything wrong?" ”

Professor X muttered, "It's too similar, it's too similar." ”

The Storm Maiden asked in surprise, "Who do you say resembles whom, does this intruder resemble someone you know?" ”

Professor X moved his wheelchair to the monitor, and cut the camera to the intruder's sleeping image, looking at the familiar face with more and more amazement.

"He looked exactly like Eric when he was younger, when he didn't have the nickname Magneto. The same ability, the same appearance, it's as if Eric from the past had reversed time and space and came to me. ”

Stormgirl speculated, "Maybe he's Magneto's son or relative, or is he really clone by some agency as Scott said?" ”

Professor X shook his head to deny this conjecture, and said: "He doesn't have this kind of memory in his head, and his body doesn't show signs of growing quickly, and there is one thing that Qin didn't find, he put dozens of bullets into metal balls in the bar and put it in the watch, the little naughty thought he was doing magic, so he didn't care, and I checked the watch after feeling this information, and the result was shocking, the watch in his hand turned out to be a space equipment that can hold its own volume of matter, although I don't know what the principle is, And how to apply it, but it is undoubtedly far beyond our current level of technology, and even a high-end industrial giant like Stark can't do it, I can't think of any institution that can do it. As for Magneto, what I can be sure of is that my old friend Magneto Eric is still alive and well, and this person should only be similar in appearance. Maybe it's all a coincidence. ”

This statement was a little reluctant, and with doubts, the Storm Girl left.

"Reason sue me, you are another Eric, but the mastermind sues me, you are the Magneto. What's going on? Professor X moved his wheelchair closer to the man on the screen, and he said to himself, "Maybe this is another chance from God, Eric, and this time I must steer you in the right direction." ”

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