Chapter 177: My name is Mary

Years later.

After all, the girl did what the professor said.

This one, it's really special.

Merely.

The home was in ruins.

The dust falls.

A catastrophe seems to have just ended, and it seems to have just begun.

......

this day.

The sun is shining, the sky is blue and the clouds are white.

A corner of Xavier College.

The grass is green and the flowers are blooming.

Everything seemed peaceful and beautiful, like a rainbow after a storm.

However.

The hearts of those who had just experienced the storm were extremely sad.

They lost their spiritual leader and mentor, Professor X, forever in this storm.

The crowd sat around Professor X's tombstone.

There are only a few simple words on the tombstone, which records the life of Professor X.

"Charles Xavier's Tomb"

"Father, Mentor, Leader"

Stormgirl stood by the tomb and read the eulogy in her hand in a deep voice.

"The world is full of fear, hatred and prejudice."

"But in every generation, there are people fighting."

"Charles Xavier spoke out in a fractured world, a world he wanted to heal."

"It's a task he can't do personally."

"Great people never see their goals achieved."

"Charles wasn't just a leader, he wasn't just a mentor, he was our friend."

"He gives us strength when we are afraid."

"When we are lonely, He gives us a home."

"He may be gone, but his teachings will live on in our hearts."

"Wherever we go, we will inherit his ideals"

"The ideal is that the world lives together."

The mutant sitting below had a sad look on his face.

Each of them in turn laid flowers at the professor's grave as a sign of mourning.

Distance.

Clark and Hank watched the scene in silence.

"This day is the darkest day for all mutants, and the darkest day in the world." Hank whispered.

Clark pursed his lips slightly, sighed softly, and patted Hank on the shoulder.

"Professor X is an amazing leader, and even if he leaves for a while, everyone will continue his unfinished business."

Hank's eyes glistened with tears, and he didn't care what Clark meant by "temporary".

Clark stopped talking.

He looked at the people who presented flowers to Professor X from afar, and he was grateful in his heart.

The light and radiation of the yellow spectrum greatly enhanced his perception.

Although he doesn't have the ability to communicate ideas like Professor X or Jean Grey, he is far more sensitive to energy than anyone else.

Professor X's physical body vanished, but Clark had a vague sense that the spiritual power belonging to the professor had not completely dissipated from Earth.

He even felt that this spiritual power was looking for an outlet.

However, he didn't tell anyone about it.

He believed that if Professor X's mental power really lingered in a certain dimension, the professor must have his own arrangements.

But.

From the bottom of his heart, although mutants and S.H.I.E.L.D. are not close brothers, Professor X has contributed his life to promoting the peaceful coexistence of mutants and humans and the world.

Although the current situation is not optimistic.

But Clark knows that justice and peace are not things that can be achieved by the heroism of one or two people.

Even, the long darkness can mean the dawn of dawn.

......

Xavier College, which has lost Professor X, has also lost the laughter and laughter of the past.

Professor X used to be a psychic force for many mutants.

But now, the lighthouse government is overwhelmingly preaching the benefits of the antidote to mutants, which has shaken some mutants who are already suspicious of themselves.

The little mischievous clenched the backpack in his hand and walked hesitantly towards the gate of the academy.

Her world has never been just herself and a pair of gloves.

Even in the face of his beloved, he can't hug and kiss.

Thinking of another possibility, Naughty decides to be brave for herself.

"Need you a ride, kid?"

Wolverine walked out of a room in the hallway.

The little mischievous turned, "No. ”

Wolverine looked at the luggage in the little mischievous hand.

"Where are you going?"

Little Naughty stared into Wolverine's eyes.

"You don't know what it's like to be afraid of your own abilities, or even to be close to others."

Wolverine looked at the little mischievous softly, "I actually know. ”

"I want to touch someone, a hug, a handshake...... A light kiss ......" the little mischievous eyes were full of hope.

Wolverine looked at the little girl in front of him sincerely.

In the first place, it was he who brought her back to Xavier Academy.

"Listen, if you want to go, you go."

"You just have to make sure this is exactly what you want."

The little mischievous pursed his lips.

"Shouldn't you let me stay?"

"You should say, go upstairs and drop off your luggage."

Wolverine looked loving, "I'm not your father, I'm your friend." ”

With that, Wolverine turned away, "Think about what I said, little naughty." ”

The little mischievous continued, "Marie, my name is Marie. ”

"Yes, Marie." Wolverine laughs.

The little mischievous laughed too, turned around and pushed the door away, and the figure blended into the dark night.

......

Magneto's mutant base.

Jean Grey stood high in the forest with red hair and red dress, looking at the mutants below who were busy preparing.

Magneto, dressed in a cloak, walked from behind her.

"Remember the first time we met?"

He said to himself.

"Do you know what I saw in you the first time I saw you?"

"That's what Charles and I both dreamed of, a deeper evolution."

"At that time, I was thinking, why did Charles go to such lengths to make a goddess become an ordinary person?"

Jean Grey didn't have the slightest expression, she just stared at her silently.

Seeing this, Magneto took out the gun in his hand that was already equipped with an antidote.

"I can control the metal in this gun."

With that, the spear broke away from Magneto's palm, and Wu Zi rose in the air, coming to Quegree.

Magneto continued.

"But you, you can do whatever you want."

"Jean, you can do anything you can."

Jean Grey still didn't look at the weapon in front of her.

He blinked expressionlessly.

In an instant, the gun was dismantled and all the parts were scattered in the air.

The four antidote needles equipped inside are neatly stacked in a row.

Jean Grey finally reacted.

Her eyes began to darken.

The lines on the face gradually cracked.

It's the ruthlessness and darkness that belongs to the phoenix alone!

Meanwhile.

The four injections containing the antidote shot towards Magneto in unison!

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