"Hahahaha~ Coke, steak, movies, games...... Without these, how can you be considered alive! ”

The old man laughed incessantly, and a few of the white whiskers under his chin shook off.

"What are those?"

The boy was puzzled by the fact that he had only occasionally heard others talk about these words a few times, but he had never seen what they meant.

"That's right, you little ghost should be less than ten years old, it's normal that you haven't seen this."

Putting down the empty wine bottle, the old man sat up straight, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes: "Those are all good things, they were readily available back then, but I don't know how to cherish them, and now I can't ask for them." ”

"yes, I'll definitely try it if I have the chance."

"No chance, your fate is doomed the moment the mutant gene is detected at birth, born here, died here. And those things can't exist in this camp, and even if they exist, they don't qualify for them. ”

The old man mercilessly shattered the boy's hopes.

"Why are you so sure?"

The boy was very angry with the old man's words.

The old man did not answer the question directly, but changed his words: "Do you believe in fatalism?" ”

"What is fatalism?"

"There was once a group of mutants who firmly believed that mutants were 'special', and that we mutants would eventually lead humanity to a bright future, and eventually live on an equal footing with each other. It's as if human beings are begging to be led by others. ”

Closing the book in his hand, the old man's face turned solemn, and he blew his beard and glared: "This is all, big, do you understand?" ”

Bishop shook his head.

He was just an eight-year-old who could barely read the letters, how could he understand such a profound thing.

"One day more than a hundred years ago, fatalistic freaks disappeared overnight with more than 99% of the world's mutants and became ordinary people.

Later the fatalistic survivors called that year the 'darkest year,' and it would have been like that all the time......"

As if knowing that the other party didn't understand, the old man pointed to himself and recounted the past unhurriedly: "I happened to be one of the 99%, but I was just born at that time, and I didn't understand what was going on, I grew up as an ordinary person since I was a child, until I ...... one day"

"Your abilities have awakened and you have become a mutant?"

Despite his young age, Bishop, who grew up in this environment, was clearly much more mature than his peacetime peers, and quickly guessed the 'disaster' that had happened to the old man.

"Who told you to interrupt! Are you smart? ”

The old man was very upset that his words were interrupted.

But maybe it's the common disease of the elderly, maybe it's the instinct of human beings to inherit their own civilization and history, or maybe it's just to show off how much they know, and when they meet the eyes of the younger generations full of curiosity, they can't help but start recalling the past: "After the darkest years, the fatalistic freaks have never given up on restoring the glory of mutants, and have been fighting silently in the dark.

Crucially, it seems that the damn God was impressed by this bunch of guys, or maybe this bastard just wanted to see a good show, and He gave that group of fatalistic freaks a Messiah, a mutant Messiah. ”

"Jesus? Did he bring new life to the mutants like a myth and legend? ”

"It's not 'him', it's 'she'."

Shaking his head, the old man corrected the little boy's misnomer.

"Huh, freshman? Perhaps. ”

Then, he smiled coldly: "I don't know much about what happened back then, but I just know that with the help of this mutant messiah, that group of fatalistic weirdos pulled the endangered mutant race back from the edge of the abyss."

The mutants who lost their mutant abilities in the 'Darkest Years' regained their abilities, and I also awakened my abilities on that day, March 18, 2021, and I will never forget this day, the day that changed the lives of countless people. ”

"How did she do it?"

A flash of shock flashed in the boy's eyes, and he remembered the day firmly.

"Don't ask me, I'm just a normal mutant, maybe God forbid."

The old man shook his head and changed the subject again: "I've heard that someone tried to kill her when she was born, and someone who was ready to kill the threat before she woke up, and I wish those people had succeeded." ”

"I want to, too."

The bald boy nodded vigorously.

"You should have a general idea of what is going on, right?"

"I don't know."

"Who taught you history......!"

As if thinking of something, the old man sighed helplessly: "That's right, you shouldn't have a chance now, and you may also go to elementary school, if there is no elder teaching at home, you really won't know what happened at the beginning." ”

"That year, 2021, when mutants were given a new lease of life, is what we call the 'first year of the new mutants'. Within a decade, the number of mutants had swelled to tens of millions. ”

Patting the couch and motioning for the boy to come over to his side, the old man looked sad: "With that mutant messiah as the center, the group of fatalists became unprecedentedly united, and in this way, the power of the entire mutant race was unified.

In the beginning, humans and mutants did live in peace for a while, and it was the best time of my life.

But some contradictions are unavoidable, and will only accumulate more and more, and one day, a war between mutants and humans will break out.

At first, the two sides were quite restrained, after all, you have me, I have you, and the relationship is close.

However, as time went on, the two sides inevitably came to the point of not dying.

With a wide variety of mutant abilities, mutants have always been on the dominant side in wars, although they are outnumbered. ”

"Then why did we lose the way we are?"

The boy became impatient and wanted to know the answer.

"I still don't know, I just know that one day eighty years ago, that mutant Messiah suddenly lost control and killed tens of millions of humans."

Spreading his hands, the old man looked helpless: "Of course, the mutants who have suffered more in this catastrophe have not only lost two leaders, but also lost a large number of high-end combat power, leaving humans with time to linger on their experiments, so that they have developed a sentinel robot that turns the tide of the war." ”

"Who is she?"

"Hope Summers, the culprit who caused all this, I turned out to be just an ordinary person, but one day,"

The old man took out a yellowed old photo from his bosom and handed it to the bald boy beside him.

In the center of the photo, a beautiful woman in a dark green uniform, with long burgundy hair and a bright smile stands in the center of the crowd.

To her left is an old bald head in a wheelchair, to her right is an elite old man wearing a helmet, surrounded by a group of men and women in uniform with a large 'X' logo on their chests.

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PS: Tomorrow, the long-awaited "Zaxnyder version of Justice League" will be officially launched (I know that there are already stealing resources), and the fries will put cooked meat resources into the group, and everyone is welcome to discuss in the group.

The group number points here in this chapter!!

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