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Chapter 475: Luring Away
Along the way, Professor X and Old Man Magneto saw more than just the exquisite manor.
They also saw people who surprised them even more.
The demon, Raven, was running around on the lawn, holding Cosmo in one arm. Here, she still hadn't revealed her true form. Even though Tony had told her many times that she didn't need to maintain her human form and could show her true four-eyed appearance, Raven still didn't do so.
Ever since settling on Earth, she had decided to be a human, as her mother was a human after all—a true native of Gotham City.
Cosmo's doggy face showed a helpless expression as he whimpered, letting Raven clutch him and swing him about. Suddenly, Cosmo sensed something and whipped his head around.
Professor X stared at him in utter astonishment.
"A dog with telepathy?" Professor X's expression was strange.
Raven glanced at the two men curiously but paid them no mind. She beckoned to Krypto, who was sunbathing on the other side, and a powerful surge of magic immediately pinned Krypto in place.
"I told you to come over, didn't you hear me?" Raven said, puffing her cheeks.
Krypto cursed inwardly. Bracing himself, he wagged his tail.
This magic was too strong; it was his natural counter.
With a dog tucked under each arm, Raven was about to sway off when a figure blocked her path.
Magneto's eyes lit up. "So young, yet you possess such astonishing magical skill... Child, are you a Mutant?"
Looking at Raven's young face, Old Man Magneto was reminded of his eldest daughter, Wanda.
Yes, Wanda was just like that. After her X-gene activated, even without any magical training, she could instantly crush the vast majority of Earth's sorcerers.
He naturally assumed Raven was the same.
"You have an amazing talent, a gift from the heavens. You shouldn't let it go to waste. And I can help you unlock your power." Old Man Magneto naturally fell back on the same speech he used to persuade his followers, planning to coax Raven over to his side.
"Sorcerer? I'm not one. Also, you're pathetically weak." With that said, Raven walked away without a backward glance.
She had no interest in dealing with two old men. It was boring.
Old Man Magneto froze on the spot.
Meanwhile, Professor X had already finished his exchange with the space dog, Cosmo. The mental communication was swift, and the Professor had already grasped a lot of information.
"Erik, she is indeed not a Mutant. She's a demon, Trigon's daughter. When Trigon came to this universe, it was to take Raven away, but he ended up being killed by Tony."
Charles's expression was grave.
Magneto instantly lost interest.
Not a Mutant? Then what's the use.
Professor X didn't say anything more. He drove his wheelchair forward, pondering for a moment before heading deeper inside.
Here, he could feel many powerful psychic wills, which were terrifying.
Especially ahead of them—that terrifying mass of psychic energy, like a universe unto itself, was constantly churning, yet bound by some kind of power. The Professor couldn't even probe the interior of this psychic presence, because the turbulent outer layer alone was enough to completely destroy his soul.
This psychic power belonged to Tony. Even the slightest overflow was enough to make Professor X extremely cautious.
The two arrived at the door, which suddenly opened slowly. Tony, leading Wanda, stood up and made a welcoming gesture.
"Tony, we two old men have taken the liberty of visiting. I hope we haven't caused you any trouble. And you, Wanda, it's wonderful to see you again. When I first met you, you were only knee-high."
Professor X stopped his wheelchair, a smile on his face, gesturing with his hands as he spoke.
Wanda forced a stiff smile and avoided Magneto's gaze.
Her relationship with her old man was truly not very good. Ever since Magneto found her and her brother, he had always trained them as warriors, not as his own children.
He never once mentioned the matter.
If Wanda hadn't mustered the courage to sneak into Magneto's bedroom and find the photograph, she would have remained in the dark for who knows how long.
Wanda held resentment in her heart. He knew everything but never said a word, never once brought up their mother.
"I'll go get some tea," Wanda said curtly. Her movements were stiff, even faintly trembling, as she turned and left through another door.
Tony didn't try to stop her. After Wanda left, he looked directly at Magneto. "Wanda is very polite. When she has guests, she always asks what they'd like to drink instead of just making the decision herself."
After a pause, Tony said flatly, "Besides, all my tea is kept here in this building. Erik, it seems your father-daughter relationship is quite problematic."
Magneto's face darkened. He snorted coldly but didn't retort.
He was a leader, busy every day with the future of the Mutant race. He had absolutely no interest in talking things over with his children.
"I train them, turning them into powerful warriors. Only power can change anything; power is the prerequisite. I gave them power, and that is enough," Magneto said in a low voice.
"Your philosophy is too extreme. You've hurt two innocent children," Charles said with a frown.
Tony, however, didn't say anything. In a way, that philosophy wasn't wrong. This was a world of superhumans, and power was the best weapon for self-preservation. Tony understood this more clearly than anyone.
But, while pursuing power, wouldn't it be better to do something more along the way?
But Magneto couldn't be bothered with superfluous matters. His people were what he valued. His children? Training them harder was enough.
This was Magneto's way of loving his own children.
"Alright, I'm not interested in discussing how you raise your children... I will take care of Wanda and ensure not a single hair on her head is harmed, you can rest assured of that. Now, let's get to the point."
Ignoring Magneto's dark expression, Tony said calmly, "If you're here representing humans or Mutants to ask me about the cosmic crisis, I already have a countermeasure. As for whether it will succeed, that will depend somewhat on luck."
Professor X asked gravely, "Who is the enemy this time? Are they stronger than Trigon?"
"In a sense, yes. But they're also much more brainless, which makes them easier to deal with."
"That's good. Is there anything we can do?"
"You can't do anything. If you went up against them, the result would be an instant kill," Tony said mercilessly.
Even he didn't dare to face Doomsday head-on, let alone Professor X and Old Man Magneto. Perhaps they could provide some interference from the sidelines, but in a direct confrontation, the outcome would indeed be an instant kill.
Professor X nodded silently. He glanced at Magneto, then chose his words carefully and said slowly, "Since you already have a plan, I won't ask any more questions..."
His hands rested on the armrests of his wheelchair. He seemed to hesitate, but in the end, he still voiced his question.
"When you leave Earth... you'll be taking a group of people with you, won't you?"
(end of chapter)
Along the way, Professor X and Old Man Magneto saw more than just the exquisite manor.
They also saw people who surprised them even more.
The demon, Raven, was running around on the lawn, holding Cosmo in one arm. Here, she still hadn't revealed her true form. Even though Tony had told her many times that she didn't need to maintain her human form and could show her true four-eyed appearance, Raven still didn't do so.
Ever since settling on Earth, she had decided to be a human, as her mother was a human after all—a true native of Gotham City.
Cosmo's doggy face showed a helpless expression as he whimpered, letting Raven clutch him and swing him about. Suddenly, Cosmo sensed something and whipped his head around.
Professor X stared at him in utter astonishment.
"A dog with telepathy?" Professor X's expression was strange.
Raven glanced at the two men curiously but paid them no mind. She beckoned to Krypto, who was sunbathing on the other side, and a powerful surge of magic immediately pinned Krypto in place.
"I told you to come over, didn't you hear me?" Raven said, puffing her cheeks.
Krypto cursed inwardly. Bracing himself, he wagged his tail.
This magic was too strong; it was his natural counter.
With a dog tucked under each arm, Raven was about to sway off when a figure blocked her path.
Magneto's eyes lit up. "So young, yet you possess such astonishing magical skill... Child, are you a Mutant?"
Looking at Raven's young face, Old Man Magneto was reminded of his eldest daughter, Wanda.
Yes, Wanda was just like that. After her X-gene activated, even without any magical training, she could instantly crush the vast majority of Earth's sorcerers.
He naturally assumed Raven was the same.
"You have an amazing talent, a gift from the heavens. You shouldn't let it go to waste. And I can help you unlock your power." Old Man Magneto naturally fell back on the same speech he used to persuade his followers, planning to coax Raven over to his side.
"Sorcerer? I'm not one. Also, you're pathetically weak." With that said, Raven walked away without a backward glance.
She had no interest in dealing with two old men. It was boring.
Old Man Magneto froze on the spot.
Meanwhile, Professor X had already finished his exchange with the space dog, Cosmo. The mental communication was swift, and the Professor had already grasped a lot of information.
"Erik, she is indeed not a Mutant. She's a demon, Trigon's daughter. When Trigon came to this universe, it was to take Raven away, but he ended up being killed by Tony."
Charles's expression was grave.
Magneto instantly lost interest.
Not a Mutant? Then what's the use.
Professor X didn't say anything more. He drove his wheelchair forward, pondering for a moment before heading deeper inside.
Here, he could feel many powerful psychic wills, which were terrifying.
Especially ahead of them—that terrifying mass of psychic energy, like a universe unto itself, was constantly churning, yet bound by some kind of power. The Professor couldn't even probe the interior of this psychic presence, because the turbulent outer layer alone was enough to completely destroy his soul.
This psychic power belonged to Tony. Even the slightest overflow was enough to make Professor X extremely cautious.
The two arrived at the door, which suddenly opened slowly. Tony, leading Wanda, stood up and made a welcoming gesture.
"Tony, we two old men have taken the liberty of visiting. I hope we haven't caused you any trouble. And you, Wanda, it's wonderful to see you again. When I first met you, you were only knee-high."
Professor X stopped his wheelchair, a smile on his face, gesturing with his hands as he spoke.
Wanda forced a stiff smile and avoided Magneto's gaze.
Her relationship with her old man was truly not very good. Ever since Magneto found her and her brother, he had always trained them as warriors, not as his own children.
He never once mentioned the matter.
If Wanda hadn't mustered the courage to sneak into Magneto's bedroom and find the photograph, she would have remained in the dark for who knows how long.
Wanda held resentment in her heart. He knew everything but never said a word, never once brought up their mother.
"I'll go get some tea," Wanda said curtly. Her movements were stiff, even faintly trembling, as she turned and left through another door.
Tony didn't try to stop her. After Wanda left, he looked directly at Magneto. "Wanda is very polite. When she has guests, she always asks what they'd like to drink instead of just making the decision herself."
After a pause, Tony said flatly, "Besides, all my tea is kept here in this building. Erik, it seems your father-daughter relationship is quite problematic."
Magneto's face darkened. He snorted coldly but didn't retort.
He was a leader, busy every day with the future of the Mutant race. He had absolutely no interest in talking things over with his children.
"I train them, turning them into powerful warriors. Only power can change anything; power is the prerequisite. I gave them power, and that is enough," Magneto said in a low voice.
"Your philosophy is too extreme. You've hurt two innocent children," Charles said with a frown.
Tony, however, didn't say anything. In a way, that philosophy wasn't wrong. This was a world of superhumans, and power was the best weapon for self-preservation. Tony understood this more clearly than anyone.
But, while pursuing power, wouldn't it be better to do something more along the way?
But Magneto couldn't be bothered with superfluous matters. His people were what he valued. His children? Training them harder was enough.
This was Magneto's way of loving his own children.
"Alright, I'm not interested in discussing how you raise your children... I will take care of Wanda and ensure not a single hair on her head is harmed, you can rest assured of that. Now, let's get to the point."
Ignoring Magneto's dark expression, Tony said calmly, "If you're here representing humans or Mutants to ask me about the cosmic crisis, I already have a countermeasure. As for whether it will succeed, that will depend somewhat on luck."
Professor X asked gravely, "Who is the enemy this time? Are they stronger than Trigon?"
"In a sense, yes. But they're also much more brainless, which makes them easier to deal with."
"That's good. Is there anything we can do?"
"You can't do anything. If you went up against them, the result would be an instant kill," Tony said mercilessly.
Even he didn't dare to face Doomsday head-on, let alone Professor X and Old Man Magneto. Perhaps they could provide some interference from the sidelines, but in a direct confrontation, the outcome would indeed be an instant kill.
Professor X nodded silently. He glanced at Magneto, then chose his words carefully and said slowly, "Since you already have a plan, I won't ask any more questions..."
His hands rested on the armrests of his wheelchair. He seemed to hesitate, but in the end, he still voiced his question.
"When you leave Earth... you'll be taking a group of people with you, won't you?"
(end of chapter)
