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On the coastal road by the seawall.
The night was filled with couples strolling hand in hand, but amidst them, Caesar was casually dragging Azazel by his tail, causing quite a scene.
"What's that? A tail?"
"Must be a prop, but it's gross."
"Stay away from those two weirdos."
Many passersby pointed and whispered about them, but when Azazel glared back, they quickly scattered in fear.
"You finally acknowledge me, Master," Azazel said happily, despite being dragged.
"Acknowledge you? Yeah, right!" Caesar walked to the edge of the coast, lifted Azazel with a bit of force, and then tossed him towards the five-meter-high sea.
"Whoa!" Azazel cried out as he flew through the air, but just as he was about to hit the water, he transformed into a burst of crimson flame and vanished, reappearing beside Caesar in the next instant.
"You're really persistent," Caesar said, now thoroughly tired of Azazel's teleportation ability.
"Thank you for the compliment," Azazel replied with a gleaming smile, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the sea. He turned to look in that direction, surprised.
About a few hundred meters from the coastline, three U.S. Navy ships were speeding toward a luxury yacht.
The yacht itself was under attack— a massive anchor chain, like a snake, had risen up and smashed into the yacht's bow, penetrating and tearing it apart while explosions and flames spread violently.
"That's Mr. Shaw's boat…" Azazel's eyes widened in shock. Instinctively, he wanted to teleport over to help, but before he could use his ability, a hand gently rested on his shoulder.
"Don't go. If you do, I'll kill you," Caesar said calmly. His words were soft, but they struck Azazel like a bolt of lightning.
Caesar's killing intent was faint, almost nonexistent. But if Azazel did teleport over, he knew without a doubt that he would die. There was no question about it.
Though Caesar had far less of a killing nature than his original self, Kyle, it didn't mean he wouldn't kill. For Caesar, killing was as straightforward as opening a soda bottle— done without hesitation, just to get to the drink inside.
Would you harbor any ill will toward a bottle cap? No, you would just open it without a second thought to drink the soda inside.
"Understood," Azazel nodded submissively.
"Good, now watch closely. There are a lot of mutants gathering tonight," Caesar said.
It was not just Magneto, but the White Queen and others as well. Even a certain professor who hadn't yet gone bald was here.
'Boom! Boom! Boom!'
Erik floated on the sea's surface with a tense look on his face. He raised his right hand, manipulating the several-ton anchor chain as it whipped across the luxury yacht, quickly sinking it into the ocean.
"It's him. I didn't realize he was this powerful."
Azazel, with his enhanced night vision, recognized Erik— the mutant they had encountered at the bar earlier— and couldn't help but marvel.
"That's Magnetic Control. If he couldn't even handle a yacht, that ability wouldn't be worth much," Caesar remarked casually. Right now, Magneto's control over his powers wasn't even as refined as Lorna's. But when he fully developed his abilities, that's when he would become the feared villain, Magneto.
The same goes for that professor.
They were still very young, but it was precisely because of their youth that this was truly their era.
Erik stared at the remnants of the yacht sinking into the sea, his gaze fixed on the surface. Beneath the water, a current was stirring continuously. His magnetic senses clearly detected a small submarine quickly starting up and heading for the deep sea.
"Don't think you can escape! You're staying here!" Erik's face twisted with rage as he unleashed his full power, determined to use his abilities even if it meant sinking to the ocean floor.
The small submarine carrying Shaw and the others was being slowed by the magnetic pull, its speed gradually decreasing, yet it continued to plunge into the depths. The force was also dragging Erik down from the surface toward the ocean floor.
At that moment, a warship arrived in the nearby waters, and on the deck, Charles, with an anxious expression, shouted loudly, "There's someone in the water! Another mutant! He's about to drown— we have to save him!"
### The U.S. soldiers couldn't pinpoint the exact location and continued searching frantically. In his anxiety, Charles took matters into his own hands and jumped off the deck into the water. Using his telepathic abilities to lock onto the target, he dove down to the ocean floor and quickly grabbed Erik by the shoulder.
Erik was still fiercely using his magnetic powers to hold onto the submarine, his face turning bright red from the effort, with a wild look of determination as if he was ready to perish together with his enemy.
"Let go! If you keep this up, you'll die!" Charles grabbed Erik and, using his telepathy, directly transmitted his thoughts into Erik's mind.
Erik was nearly exhausted. Watching the submarine drift further and further away, he finally relinquished his magnetic hold and swam back toward the surface with Charles.
"You invaded my mind!" Erik gasped for air as they surfaced.
"Sorry, I had no other choice," Charles replied, still holding onto Erik's shoulders.
Erik coughed up seawater and mumbled, "I thought there were very few of us…"
"Erik," Charles said with a confident smile, "From today onward, you are no longer alone!"
"This truly is a fateful encounter," Caesar muttered to himself as he observed from the shore. This was the beginning of the epic saga between Magneto and Professor X, the origins of two major mutant factions. Their love-hate relationship would later fuel the legendary battles in the X-Men universe.
But what did it have to do with him?
He was just a wanderer. His only goal was to find a way out of this timeline and return to the Marvel universe where his original self resided.
"Let's go," Caesar said as he turned to leave.
"Huh, are we leaving?" Azazel was momentarily stunned but quickly realized and excitedly followed Caesar. "Yes, leave! Master, wait for me!"
"From now on, just call me Master. As for you, how about the nickname 'Little Red'?"
"Uh, Master, can we choose another name?"
"Alright, Big Red then."
"…"
Their shadows stretched along the coast, soon disappearing around the corner of the street.
In a long black Buick, Colonel Gennaro sat in the driver's seat, transporting Charles, Raven, Moira, and the recently rescued Erik to a secret military base under the protection of the military.
"You'll like this place. This is where the CIA develops military-grade weapons and defense systems. I'm the chief officer and the highest authority here," Gennaro boasted as he parked the car in an open area. He then led Charles and the others inside.
"Why do I have to go with you?" Erik asked coldly, still carrying his backpack on his shoulder.
Charles immediately tried to persuade him, "Erik, we have a common enemy. The members of the Hellfire Club are incredibly powerful, and it's dangerous to face them alone. Besides, even if you're confident you can defeat them, you wouldn't be able to find their current location, would you?"
"Alright, I'll stay for now," Erik agreed, conceding that Charles, as a professor, was quite skilled at teaching and guiding others.
"Then let's settle in here for the time being and figure out how to deal with them," Raven said, leading the way as they followed Gennaro into the building.
The discussions lasted late into the night, and when the meeting finally ended, everyone retired to their assigned rooms to sleep.
Yawning, Charles walked down the hallway and noticed Moira standing alone, leaning against the railing, gazing up at the moon in deep thought.
"What are you thinking about?" Charles approached her.
"Aren't you supposed to be a mind reader?" Moira rolled her eyes at him when she saw it was Charles.
"I usually don't invade other people's thoughts without permission," Charles replied seriously.
"Yeah, right," Moira said sarcastically before turning her gaze back to the moon. After a moment, she asked, "Professor Charles, I heard you once lived with Caesar. What kind of person is he?"
The mention of Caesar's name brought a complex expression to Charles's face as well.
(End of Chapter)