"The second batch of unlocked Isu drawings does not contain a 'time stasis module' or a 'photonic computer', and it seems that these knowledge, which are regarded as the supreme knowledge of Isu civilization, will have to wait until the next talent upgrade."

Mason, rubbing his waist, walked out of the residence of the Attiran Palace slightly disappointed.

He walked in the highest part of the Inhuman city, which was dominated by black buildings and looked very solemn, but he didn't bother to look at the city around him that had escaped the disaster.

This would keep Mason's attention focused on the new drawings that were constantly being examined on the translucent character card in front of him, as well as the personal information he had now updated:

Name: Mason Cooper

Race: Standard Humanoid, Human Subspecies, Isu Mixed (9.94% blood vein)

[Forger I.] Talent Replacement to [Forger II.]: The quality rate of all manufacturing branches has been greatly increased, and the effect of crafting products has been increased after 0/50000.

[Isu Legacy I.] Talent replacement to [Isu Legacy II.]: Isu Civilization exclusive weapons, armor, and auxiliary scientific research and manufacturing blueprints are opened, the final blueprint is opened after the "Forger" talent is upgraded, and the Isu Civilization Legacy Facility is obtained with high permissions.

"Why did the concentration of this Isu bloodline increase so much all of a sudden?"

Mason rubbed his forehead, which was still a little hot, and he looked at his Isu bloodline, which was already close to 10% concentration, and at the same time spread out his eagle senses, and in an instant, he captured all kinds of details that filled the entire Inhuman Palace.

The perception that was previously only 360° without dead angles has also been upgraded, and while this is not a bad thing, the various details that rush to his mind in a flash still make it a little difficult for Mason to get used to.

At that moment, there was even a feeling that my brain was down.

"You'll have to train your senses slowly to get used to the real world in the eyes of the Isu."

Cornsus's figure was projected next to Mason, and he reminded:

"For us, the world is very different from the 'truth' in the eyes of mortals, and you can now perceive the dynamics of the three-dimensional world.

However, this is only an extension of the basics.

You will be able to sense the flow of time when your Isu bloodline completes its third awakening, and if you are not able to lay the foundation at this stage, my brother, you will go crazy when your Isu senses are fully activated. ”

"Sounds dangerous."

Mason complained:

"So why the hell did you evolve into such an extreme form?

It is no wonder that 70,000 years ago you could not survive the first wave of cosmic tremors, and with such a keen perception, the aftermath of the deep changes in the universe is enough to destroy your sanity. ”

"Our evolutionary goal has always been to complete the spiritual and spiritual ascension from the fragile flesh and blood, in the hope of being able to break out of the boring third dimension and enter the higher dimensions."

Consus smiled bitterly:

"We used to be proud of that.

But in hindsight, this may not really be a successful evolution. But I'm more curious at this point, what kind of secret did Hephaestus give you in your dream conversation just now? ”

"I didn't say much, most of it was the trivialities of Hephaestus's life and the overly stimulating private life between him and his charming wife, and frankly, I felt like I was wasting my time."

Mason pursed his lips, and as he approached the main hall of the Inhuman Palace, he pushed the hat on his forehead and said:

"But it's not all for nothing, I've seen Hephaestus and Athena's initial design for the Aurora device, Consus, I've got to tell you a powerful truth.

The Aurora device used in the Isu world was only a 'half-finished product', and when the Isu civilization became extinct 70,000 years ago, they didn't really complete the subsequent upgrade of the Aurora device.

To put it simply, only the defense module was installed, but the design of the offensive module was not completed. ”

The captain moved his neck and said:

"It was still a 'dimensional weapon' in its original design, used to disrupt or suppress dimensional vibrations near the planet for a split second, and I've been busy since then.

After the two worlds were in contact, I had to go back to the Grand Temple in New York to get a closer look at its actual construction, but unfortunately, with my current engineering skills, I was not able to help them complete this unfinished drawing. ”

"It doesn't matter, my brother."

After listening to Mason's explanation in detail, Consus said:

"In the current situation, we should be looking for a more secure approach, and perhaps you can upgrade it to a tool that will help you achieve your ideals.

Like planetary fusion? ”

"That's exactly what I thought."

Mason chuckled and replied as he walked through the newly unlocked mystery blueprints:

"After learning that the Aurora device still has redundant space for secondary transformation, I have the same idea as you, but let's wait until we leave here.

To complete this design, I needed a lot of out-of-the-box thinking.

It's not something I can do alone.

However, I'm curious, Consus, the 'mythical weapon' specially crafted by the Isu forgers for the warriors of the race, really needs the blessing of the Isu bloodline to exert its true power? ”

He looked at the engineering drawings in front of him describing how to make the legendary warbow "Crescent/Dawn", rubbing his chin and asking:

"How do you get rid of this stupid bloodline restriction? It's a shame that such a good energy weapon isn't used to arm my teammates. ”

"All you need is a high-level inscription of [Bloodline Adaptation] to unlock the use of mythical weapons."

Consus gave an unequivocal answer, but he also reminded:

"However, my brother, the Forgers did not set this restriction just to show off the glory of the so-called Isu gods, but that our special weapons all contained delicate manipulation of energy.

Only the Isu can master it with their super senses and energy control, and it is not impossible to give it to other races.

But first you have to make sure that they are skilled enough not to hurt themselves."

"That's fine."

Mason looked at the dazzling array of mythical weapons, armor, and high-level Isu inscriptions that had been fully unlocked, and he was really itching, and his crafting instinct as a craftsman was ready to move, but it was quickly suppressed by him.

There is something more important at the moment.

As Consus's data projection dispersed, Mason took a deep breath, straightened his complexion, and stepped into the main hall in front of him under the gaze of several heavily armed and indifferent Inhuman warriors.

This was supposed to be the place where the Inhuman courtiers and their king discussed racial matters.

But it would be very quiet, and the entire hall was empty except for the Inhuman King sitting firmly on the throne in front of him and the mysterious man behind him.

And on the seats placed below, there are nameplates, like strange tombstones that record the life of the owner of the seat.

Mason checked it with the super senses he had just unlocked, and found that the courtiers here died at a surprisingly consistent time, all on the night of the world nuclear war seventeen years ago.

Even including Black Bolt's sister, Princess Crystal, and his wife, Queen Medusa.

The fact that these powerful and noble Inhuman royals had all died in a defensive battle to protect Attilan was a testament to the dead silence of the hall and the loneliness of the old man in black on the throne.

Attilan didn't really escape the apocalypse.

The city's survival is based on the casualties of the Inhumans' high-ranking bloodline.

"Come forward, Mason Cooper."

The Black Bolt King could not speak, so after he had made a gesture, the mysterious man in the white cloak behind him said on behalf of the silent and lonely old king:

"As a guest of Attillan, you don't have to worry about getting hurt."

"I've never worried about that."

Mason stepped forward as if he were an audience with the king's courtiers, and said in a gentle voice:

"I'm just surprised that there is still one remnant of the Illuminati members of this world, and from all the information I've received from the outside world, that once powerful and mysterious organization has been destroyed in the night of doom."

The Black Bolt King shook his head, his old, wrinkled and tired face incomprehensible, and the man behind him, who was his "mouthpiece", explained:

"It's not just you who survived, but the truth has long been buried in the past, and this is not what we are going to discuss today.

The problem we should focus on is you. Mason, or, Subject 'Maia'. ”

The salutation caused Mason to stop where he was and to raise his head again.

As he watched, the Black Bolt King slowly got up, made a farewell gesture with a book beside him, and turned to walk into the passage behind the throne.

The hall was also closed from the door by the guards at this moment, and in the dim light, bright lights lit up all around, and the mysterious man who was the mouthpiece of the Black Bolt King stepped down from the throne.

She pulled her hood open under Mason's gaze, revealing a beautiful, seductive, charismatic, haughty, youthful face.

He also has waist-length blonde hair.

Mason recognized her at a glance.

Not only the face, but also the recognizable suit she wore under the white robes.

"The White Queen?"

The captain said in a stunned tone:

"Why are you still here? I've heard that during the Great Shift seventeen years ago, you left the world with mutants who escaped disaster. ”

"It's just a clone who left this world, just like you."

The White Queen, Emma Grace Frost, once the lady of the mutant world, stood three meters away from Mason, looking him up and down with her arms crossed and looking him up and down with a critical gaze.

It's like a creator looking at his creation in a harsh way.

After a few moments, the beautiful lady who survived the end of the world but was still young explained:

"The real me was badly injured in the nuclear war, the Hellfire Club was destroyed, and my ex-husband Namor and my lover Scott were gone.

It was Black Bolt who saved me and brought me back to Attillan, and that apocalypse cost us all everything.

He and I both lost our clansmen and lovers, and our two lonely and devastated hearts finally warmed up and survived until now.

You can call me Emma.

Or Her Royal Highness. ”

"Okay, Emma."

Mason nodded, and he asked:

"You told Barbara that you knew the truth about Project Weapon X?"

"I don't just know the truth, I even know your specific background."

The White Queen looked at Mason in front of her with a complicated gaze, she was silent for a few seconds, and said:

"You're a clone and don't have real parents."

"I'm not surprised by that."

Mason shrugged, the result he expected.

But then Emma interrupted him and said very seriously:

"But your paternal genes are from other mutants and your maternal genes. From me, the unique appearance is the result of gene editing, to be precise, the maternal genes of the same batch of experimental body clones as you are derived from me.

That's not mandatory.

Instead, the professor persuaded me to get involved, and only my secondarily mutated gene fragments were tough enough to carry the experimental changes they made in them.

When you just left the nursery, I carried you to that base myself.

I have no children in my life.

So theoretically, you're my son. ”

"That's not how ethical it is, Emma."

Mason didn't care about this, he looked at the White Queen in front of him, and said:

"I don't see any feelings in your eyes that belong to 'mother', and you seem to be satisfied, but that's just a recognition of how good the test is in the experiment.

So, my advice is, let's stop playing this kind of 'mother-child reunion' and fun trick!

Say, what do you want to do? ”

"You're a little excited, kid."

Emma whispered:

"Maybe we should talk about it sometime later."

"I'm calm!"

Mason's voice turned cold.

As he stepped back, he took out Lao Wan's helmet at the reminder of his hat, and put the helmet on his head that could block all psychic probes in Emma's stunned and fearful obstruction.

He said:

"Don't read my heart! You this. You! Wait, how are you? What's going on! ”

While Mason wears Lao Wan's battle helmet and isolates the White Queen's telepathy, which is second only to Professor X, from his body, the special effect that can see through all psychic illusions is also activated.

The special energy on the incomparably beautiful White Queen in front of him that could interfere with the consciousness of others was neutralized in his eyes, and it also made Mason see the real White Queen.

There is no charming bodyline, no ageless face, and no waist-length chic.

What appeared in front of him was a frail old woman who was dying.

She must have been badly injured in the nuclear war, her hair had fallen out, and her body was slightly deformed, and her face was covered with age spots and some burns that would not heal.

There are even complex devices on her neck and chest for life-sustaining.

"Nope! Don't look! ”

Emma covered her face in pain, but Mason already knew all the truth.

He bit his lip and whispered:

"It's not that you don't want to go, you can't. So, what you've been waiting for here is a possible return? Emma.

You know, you can tell these truths in a less obnoxious tone. ”

He stepped forward and took a potion from his bag.

But the injury that has lasted for seventeen years in front of her can not be cured by a bottle of potion, and Attillan's technology level is not low, and Emma's need to support her body with a life-sustaining system means that her injury is terminal.

"I just wanted to have a little bit of dignity in front of my children, and that's all I have."

The White Queen rejected Mason's potion, put her hood back on to cover her face, and said in a dumb voice:

"Mason Cooper, I confess that you and I are not in a regular relationship, and you are right, we lack the necessary affection to connect with each other.

But I'm telling you that the Illuminati produced traitors, and Project Weapon X was a trap, a doom that the traitor had set out for us.

They collected all the known genes of the X-Men and all mutants through that project.

That project is still in operation today.

Do you want to know the truth about a nuclear war? ”

Emma smiled weakly and said:

"That's all to cover up the project that's still in operation today!

Right in Neo-Babylon.

Every month clones like you grow up and are sent out of this world to join a dark legion to conquer the city for them.

That's my last wish, my child, Mason.

You have to ruin it!

It was a mistake that had lasted for seventeen years, and it needed to be corrected. ”

(End of chapter)