When Reid was reading novels in his previous life, he didn't think much of them at the time.
But after actually coming over to the Marvel world, alongside the feeling of unease, certain plotlines from the online novels in his past life started to seem unreasonable.
The Marvel multiverse is a world with infinite universes and possibilities.
Different worlds will have different developments, and even in the movie universe, after the concept of the Sacred Timeline emerged, the Marvel Cinematic Universe is still merely Universe 199999.
Those who crossed over into Marvel, simply by searching online, could immediately conclude that if they saw Tony Stark heading to Afghanistan, this universe likely followed the movie universe's development.
How bold does one have to be to easily arrive at such conclusions?
Iron Man's origin is usually tied to the Ten Rings' kidnapping.
This can't serve as a reliable reference for the movie universe, though.
That's why Reid had come to Westchester. He wanted to confirm, with his own eyes, whether mutants existed in this world. Only by confirming this could he be confident in using the information in his mind.
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Gotham City is near New York, and Westchester is also close to New York. Soon, Reid arrived.
"1407 Graymalkin Lane, this is the place, no doubt."
When Reid stopped the car, what greeted him was a massive estate, as large as Wayne Manor.
The estate, shrouded by trees, was nestled within a sea of greenery. From the surrounding scenery alone, it was evident that this was a perfect place for leisure and relaxation.
However, Reid felt no joy.
He had already researched Charles Xavier on the way here.
A Ph.D. in biology, primarily studying biological evolution.
This didn't surprise Reid much. Given the nature of the Marvel world, it was uncertain whether Charles himself was a mutant, but it was almost certain that a person named Charles existed, or at the very least, a variant of him in another universe.
Even if his name wasn't Charles, it was highly likely he had assumed another name, but he would still essentially be the same individual, a counterpart of Charles across different universes.
What truly soured Reid's expression was that he really found information on Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, a private tutoring school.
'I hope they aren't mutants. It would be better for both of us.'
Reid rang the doorbell and stood quietly at the entrance, waiting.
At the same time, his mind was racing, wondering: If mutants really existed in this world, what should he do next?
Should he try to build good relations with them?
Reid shook his head slowly, dismissing the thought.
If he had transmigrated into this world as a mutant, he would have no hesitation in joining Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, accepting their protection, biding his time to grow stronger, and then gradually taking control of the entire mutant community.
But he wasn't a mutant. He was just an ordinary human with a system.
Anyone who has a system knows that, aside from the system, a transmigrator is just an ordinary person.
From this standpoint, building good relations with mutants wouldn't serve much purpose.
His identity as a non-mutant meant that Reid couldn't control the mutant community through normal means. Moreover, there were plenty of mentally unstable individuals among them.
For example, Wanda Maximoff, a madwoman, nearly wiped out all mutants with a single sentence.
So after thinking it over, Reid concluded that if mutants really existed, he would most likely look for an opportunity to have them completely vanish from the world.
Before mutants capable of rewriting reality as easily as drinking water were born, Reid decided to fundamentally erase their existence.
"Hello, sir. Is there something you need?"
At that moment, an elderly voice broke Reid's train of thought. When he looked forward again, he saw an elderly man with a bald head, accompanied by a red-haired woman, approaching him.
"Excuse me... Are you Professor Charles Xavier?" Reid asked, his tone full of surprise.
In truth, as soon as he saw the man's face, Reid was certain it was Charles.
But the most surprising part was that the elderly Charles, despite his age, was standing on his own two feet, leaning on a cane. It seemed that due to his advanced age and the enormous size of Xavier's mansion, he needed the assistance of the young woman beside him.
Moreover, if Reid wasn't mistaken, the red-haired woman should be Jean Grey.
'System, are there any traces of the Phoenix Force?'
Not sensing anything unusual about Jean, Reid decided to ask his system.
[Sorry, host, the system does not have energy detection capabilities. It is recommended to complete the mission quickly. Once you summon a strong being like Martian Manhunter, you'll be able to easily sense if the Phoenix Force is present.]
'Damn it, aren't you the one holding up my mission progress? Go away! Useless system.'
[Alright…]
After the useless system disappeared, Reid had no choice but to rely on himself.
"I am Charles Xavier. How may I assist you?"
"Well, I saw an advertisement about Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and wanted to ask about it. I have some troubled youths at home who could use professional guidance."
As he said this, images of the various Robins from the Bat family appeared in Reid's mind.
Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and the little brat Damian.
Although he hadn't yet received their cards, their souls were in the system, so calling them his troubled youths wasn't entirely wrong, was it?
"Is that so? Please, come in."
Charles seemed to have no suspicion about Reid's words and immediately instructed Jean to open the gate and let him into the estate.
The three of them walked slowly down the wooded path, soon coming to a large mansion.
Nearby, a large number of children of varying ages were playing.
However, Reid furrowed his brow.
Because everything seemed too normal. The students here were simply engaging in basic physical activities.
No one was jumping ten meters high, no one was freezing water into ice, no one had a steel body, and no one was writing or drawing in special ways. They were all using their hands like ordinary people, engaging in leisure activities.
"We call it the School for Gifted Youngsters not because we only admit geniuses, but because we aim to discover the potential in these children and help them become geniuses."
It seemed that Charles had taken Reid's expression as confusion about the educational environment, so he began explaining. Afterward, he continued to ask,
"May I ask, what do your children like to do? From their everyday behavior, we can likely determine their strengths."
"What do they like to do? Does fighting count?"
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