On another gloomy day, Jimmy's coffin was carried into the cemetery for burial, and among the leafy pine trees, the impulsive boy would rest in peace.

There were many people who attended the ceremony, in addition to relatives of the Reins family and friends in the mutant circle, as well as people rescued in this incident, they walked by wearing dark clothes and solemn expressions.

Now the boy was surrounded by only his parents and uncle, and they stood by the tombstone in a daze, greeting people mechanically, completely oblivious to each other's explanations.

A young life passed away, and before he had time to taste the beauty of life, he said goodbye to his loved ones.

Eric stood silently outside the crowd, leaving fewer and fewer people behind, until the sound of a wheelchair moving came to him, and he turned his head slightly.

It was the professor, and with the support of Madame Mora, the bald old man was staring at him with the sternest gaze of his life.

"Activities outside the academy must be terminated, Eric." The old man's voice was deep and irrefutable. "I want you to get out of here, out of my academy."

The wheelchair stopped for a few seconds, then disappeared into the forest path as if it had never appeared, and Eric, as if he hadn't heard the professor's warning, stood alone under the canopy and stared at it from afar.

Mariano helped his sister past him, and the young man, who had previously called him "leader" enthusiastically at the first sight, gave him a complicated look in his eyes, and passed by him without saying anything.

Next is Nick, whose chubby face has sunk deep into it for a short period of time due to the pain of losing his son in old age.

He stopped in front of Eric.

"In Jimmy's diary, I found out what he was hiding from us." Nick's hoarse voice rang out. "He's always worried that he'll be killed by you, so he tries to expand his power, and that's what kills him. I've heard young people talk about the mall, and I don't blame you. It was Mariano and I who told him too many heroic stories. ”

"I'm so sorry." There was silence for some length before Eric spoke.

Nick lifted his face and let the rain fall on his face, and gradually his whole face became wet.

"It's over, it's over." The father stubbornly looked up at the sky, and weakness suddenly drained all his strength, and the steel and iron bones that were no less than Logan became sour and soft. "I thought that our next generation could try to escape the fate of the elder, but I didn't expect it to be exchanged for his life...... Are we guilty, and why should we use blood to win the world's forgiveness? ”

"Goodbye, Eric."

"Goodbye."

A light rain began to fall......

The cemetery was deserted, white lilies and extinguished candles soaking in the rain, and a wave of depression swelled in Eric's chest, like a raging flame that made him want to cry out at all times.

Eventually, he tightened his collar and left the deserted woods.

At the exit of the woods, a girl greeted her.

"Mr. Eric." Christina's face was unusually haggard, and her little face, which was a little baby fat, had lost weight for some time, and she walked slowly behind her back.

Eric watched silently as she drew closer, and then the girl threw herself into his arms as if seeking comfort.

"I'm sorry." Christina whispered. Then he felt a pain in his lower back, and he was stabbed several times by some sharp object, but the hard metallized cells could not block the sharp spikes, and the cold liquid immediately fused with the blood as soon as it was injected.

The girl jumped backwards.

"Stryker is out?" Feeling the effect of the liquid injected into his body, Eric asked lightly. The only ones who can instruct the girl to do this are her parents, and Warren has neither the courage nor the reason to be his enemy for no reason, so there is only one possibility, after thinking about the meaning of life in prison. Stryker returns to his old position.

"I'm sorry." Christina dropped the microsyringe in her hand and walked backwards and step by step.

"Silly girl, you're going in the wrong direction. The gate is on this side. ”

Instead of chasing, Eric shook his head pitifully, stomped the incomparably hard carbon composite needle under his feet, and walked away.

There were many suspicious people outside the cemetery, and in their flickering gaze, Eric led more and more people who were following him, all the way to the academy.

"Just let him in?" A mile away, in a mobile surveillance vehicle, several uniformed men nervously watched Eric step into the closed academy.

"His strength hasn't faded yet, isn't it looking for death now?" Pointing to the curved and deformed iron gate of the academy behind the target, the man whispered to his subordinates, as if he was afraid of being seen by someone in the distance.

"Don't worry, there's someone from us in the academy, and she can make sure there's no place for our new Magneto." The door of the monitoring car suddenly opened, and a cold wind with a damp feeling immediately blew in, and the people in the car shivered at the same time.

A golden man walked in, proudly holding a chiseled chin like granite, and strolled over to the surveillance screen.

"Mutants are nothing more than that." Smugly pointed to Christina, who was being hugged by her father on one of the screens, looking at her crying bitterly, the golden man disdained sarcasm.

in the academy.

Eric didn't go back to his room, there was nothing to collect outside of his body, he went to the outside of the classroom where he was teaching, pushed open the door and walked in to the surprised eyes of the professors and the surprised eyes of the students.

"You've been fired." Lady Mora, who had sat gracefully behind the professor, whose young man's hostile eyes could not shake her determination, saw Eric enter, and she immediately stood up like an offended hedgehog.

"I'm here to say goodbye to you." Eric was drenched in the rain, but he didn't feel the chill to the bone, nor did he pay attention to Mora's vigilance.

"I told you the story of Prometheus - that the gods had a monopoly on the last thing necessary for human life, and the defenders of mankind managed to steal it, thus making man the spirit of all things. Zeus the Great Thunder. Chaining Prometheus to the rocks of the Caucasus Mountains, the hungry eagle pecked at his liver every day, and when the sun rose again in the east the next day, his liver grew again. The pain lasts for thirty thousand years, and he endures it and never bows down to the villain. ”

"I used to think I was this fire-stealing Prometheus, I'm sorry I couldn't give you flames like he did."

Eric's humble voice echoed silently through the classroom, and the students all stood up, focused on their instructor.

"I've always thought that I can save the fate of my compatriots through my own efforts. Ten or twenty years from now, a new generation of mutants will no longer have to live in the harsh environment of their ancestors, and they will enjoy life and become a member of mainstream society like any young person in this land. But the truth tells me that I was too simplistic. It would be naïve for a black man to spend a hundred years fighting for his rights, and I should think that I could win without hard work. ”

Eric laughed at himself faintly, he didn't intend to say more, but Mora became anxious, and she urged the professor as she ordered the young man to return to his place.

"Let him finish!" A loud voice roared, the room echoed and the glass hummed, and Hank walked in at some point, angrily tearing open his shirt to reveal his bursting chest, glaring at the former agent lady.

Mora shuddered, she had never seen Hank like this, and involuntarily took a step back, grabbing the professor's shoulders tightly.

Eric looked at the door, and Hank's gruff blue face was full of anger and self-reproach, he had never felt so sorry for his vacillation and letting a human agent provoke and destroy a hard-won situation.

There were some things he couldn't say about his old friend for the time being, but he could not see Mora's position very clearly.

Eric smiled with relief, and there was no need to say more.

"Remember, you're mutants, and never forget jì - if you do, humans will come and remind you."

He bowed slightly, said his final goodbyes to the students, and then hugged Hank, who was in love, and Auroro, whose face was stained with tears.

"You can stay." The professor's deep voice rang out behind him, followed by Mora's disbelief-stricken rage.

"And then, like a prisoner forever?" Eric knew what was waiting for him outside, but he was fearless.

"Professor, you're scared of me." Eric said lightly as he hugged the young man. "Your power is above me, but you never accept it, just like you never really accept that you are a mutant. You think it's pain, it's a fate you have to accept - but I'm not, and every time I feel talented, I'm proud of my existence. ”

"You can remove my abilities, strip me of my status, and sabotage my career, but there is one thing you can never take away, and that is that I am the king of mutants."

A faint voice fell, and his figure vanished.

"Bang", a dull closing sound, the heavy wooden door locks the free-flowing wind, the dead space is as withered and silent as the world of the undead, people breathe heavily, and even can feel the rancid breath.

John suddenly threw himself in front of the window, he tore open the curtains, and greedily watched the familiar figure farther and farther away.

"Oh, my king." The Burning Man shouted loudly, and his classmates gathered around him, and the boys and girls shouted at the back that was getting farther and farther away, and the young faces were filled with youth and tears.

As if hearing the shout, Eric paused at the entrance of the campus.

Without looking back, he stepped out of the iron gate that had been torn out by the magnetic field, and greeted the ill-intentioned crowd with contempt like a true king. (To be continued!)

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