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Chapter 487: Ultron (1)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
"Professor X, on behalf of the Global Security Council, I am lodging a protest. You have violated Chapter Seven, Article Thirteen of our agreement—using Cerebro without government permission."
A minor official was sweating profusely. He glanced nervously at Tony, who was sitting calmly in his representative's seat, and then at the menacing Magneto. The man was completely rattled.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but more just kept coming. Trembling, he spoke the words of condemnation.
Professor X maintained his smile. "Sir, I have not used that dangerous instrument without authorization."
"You must have used it! How else could you have precisely located all the Mutants in the world?!" a representative couldn't help but stand up and shout.
Then Tony gave him a cold look, and the man lost his nerve, sitting back down in a state of alarm.
The many representatives present all looked uneasy, sweat beading on their foreheads.
Representatives like Tony and Superman also wore grave expressions, remaining silent because they didn't know what to say.
The entire United Nations General Assembly fell deathly silent.
This was the first time Tony had attended such a global conference, dressed in formal attire, sitting quietly and listening to the reports.
But even when he did nothing, his faint yet palpable aura, like that of a primordial beast, placed immense pressure on everyone present.
His cold gaze told the high-ranking officials in no uncertain terms: the one sitting here was a flesh-eating monster, not some nice guy.
Tony slowly rose to his feet, glanced at the people he had intimidated into silence, and said flatly, "For me, finding Mutants is not a problem. I can locate them easily."
In truth, however, it was indeed Professor X who had done it. The Professor had screened the world's Mutants, obtained their locations, and then Tony had ordered A.R.G.U.S. to mobilize.
For those with electronic devices, Tony personally sent the message. For those in remote areas, A.R.G.U.S. sent agents directly to their doors, or Tony simply animated a nearby machine to pay them a visit.
It was a blatant act of poaching.
"Listen, I have no interest in your political games. My objective is simple: I will take in any Mutant across the globe who is willing to come with me."
With a flicker of his eyes, Tony took control of all the filming and recording devices in the room, cutting them off.
"After I have finished my selection, I will distribute a genetic serum that suppresses the mutant gene. It will eliminate Mutants worldwide, and no new Mutants will ever be born."
Tony's voice was calm as it reached everyone's ears. "On Earth, there will be no more newborn Mutants. Those who are unwilling to leave Earth with me and choose to stay will die of old age within a few decades."
"I will permanently solve this problem that has been a headache for you for so long."
With that, Tony turned and left. His expression was impassive, betraying no emotion.
As for the rest, Professor X and Old Man Magneto would naturally handle it. One a dove, the other a hawk—the two of them, working in perfect concert, could easily deal with the others.
Because Tony wasn't making a request; he was issuing a notice.
Those willing to go with him, he would take. Those unwilling could remain on Earth. As for the ordinary humans carrying the X-Gene, after exposure to the genetic serum, their X-Gene would be suppressed, becoming a non-hereditary trait that would never be passed on to their descendants.
The X-Gene is just one of many genes on the genetic chain, but it has a dominant, synergistic effect on the entire chain.
Tony's genetic serum directly blocks the X-Gene, eliminating any possibility of awakening in the person injected. Not only that, but the offspring they produce will no longer have the X-Gene in their bodies.
Within two generations, Mutants will become extinct.
In a few decades at most, when the Mutants who remained on Earth have died of old age or illness, and newborns no longer have the X-Gene, the Mutant population will disappear completely.
Earth hates Mutants?
Very well. Tony would sever the production of new Mutants at its very root, directly erasing the X-Gene from the complex process of human reproduction.
"I just hope you won't regret this in the future."
Tony walked out of the United Nations building. From several hundred meters away, he could hear the people's intense questioning and cries of surprise, and a deeply scornful smile touched his lips.
Yes, scorn.
To ordinary people, Mutants are indeed a menace. Many tragedies occur when an ordinary person awakens as a Mutant—uncontrollable power and violent emotions causing great destruction.
Though it's unfortunate, and the proportion of such tragedies is small, these situations do exist.
Add to that an uncontrollable Omega-level mutant like Jean Grey, and the slightest misstep could lead to disaster.
But from the perspective of a civilization, are Mutants not also the greatest treasure?
A single Omega-level mutant, if guided properly, could allow Earth's civilization to dominate the universe.
Tony believed many people had already noticed the immense value of Mutants, especially in these recent years of constant crises. The worth of superhumans was self-evident; Tony himself was one and had saved Earth multiple times.
But societal inertia, along with those blinded by personal gain, would ignore this. Tony was more than happy to let them feign ignorance.
"You will regret it. Earth will regret it."
Tony strode out of the building. He had already given them the best option, and no one had any reason to stop him—because the entire process was voluntary.
Those willing to leave Earth could do so; those unwilling could stay, and Tony wouldn't slaughter them. As for injecting the genetic serum? That was aimed at ordinary humans who hadn't awakened and their next generation, not at harming living Mutants.
Truly, no one could say a thing.
Besides, Tony was only taking the Mutants. Wasn't there still Kamar-Taj? Many of Earth's enemies had been eliminated by Tony one after another. Kamar-Taj and the new Sorcerer Supreme could solve any new problems, right?
Many people held this very thought.
They had the Avengers, the fledgling Justice League, Kamar-Taj, numerous civilian alliances, and many families with magical heritages...
It was certainly enough to deal with villains below Level Seven. Anything higher than that was another story.
Tony opened a portal and stepped through it. The next second, he appeared inside a laboratory.
The laboratory of the original Ant-Man, Hank Pym.
Of course, he wasn't here for Pym. He was here for the thing that was about to be born.
"Perfect. My planet Cybertron is still missing a mainframe artificial intelligence."
Tony quietly entered the interior of the laboratory, ignoring the various high-end instruments and the giant ants crawling all over the floor.
A careless ant, carrying a sandwich in its mandibles, scuttled forward and bumped right into Tony.
The two-meter-long ant looked at the stranger in confusion, then nonchalantly continued crawling toward the deeper parts of the laboratory as if nothing had happened.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
"Professor X, on behalf of the Global Security Council, I am lodging a protest. You have violated Chapter Seven, Article Thirteen of our agreement—using Cerebro without government permission."
A minor official was sweating profusely. He glanced nervously at Tony, who was sitting calmly in his representative's seat, and then at the menacing Magneto. The man was completely rattled.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but more just kept coming. Trembling, he spoke the words of condemnation.
Professor X maintained his smile. "Sir, I have not used that dangerous instrument without authorization."
"You must have used it! How else could you have precisely located all the Mutants in the world?!" a representative couldn't help but stand up and shout.
Then Tony gave him a cold look, and the man lost his nerve, sitting back down in a state of alarm.
The many representatives present all looked uneasy, sweat beading on their foreheads.
Representatives like Tony and Superman also wore grave expressions, remaining silent because they didn't know what to say.
The entire United Nations General Assembly fell deathly silent.
This was the first time Tony had attended such a global conference, dressed in formal attire, sitting quietly and listening to the reports.
But even when he did nothing, his faint yet palpable aura, like that of a primordial beast, placed immense pressure on everyone present.
His cold gaze told the high-ranking officials in no uncertain terms: the one sitting here was a flesh-eating monster, not some nice guy.
Tony slowly rose to his feet, glanced at the people he had intimidated into silence, and said flatly, "For me, finding Mutants is not a problem. I can locate them easily."
In truth, however, it was indeed Professor X who had done it. The Professor had screened the world's Mutants, obtained their locations, and then Tony had ordered A.R.G.U.S. to mobilize.
For those with electronic devices, Tony personally sent the message. For those in remote areas, A.R.G.U.S. sent agents directly to their doors, or Tony simply animated a nearby machine to pay them a visit.
It was a blatant act of poaching.
"Listen, I have no interest in your political games. My objective is simple: I will take in any Mutant across the globe who is willing to come with me."
With a flicker of his eyes, Tony took control of all the filming and recording devices in the room, cutting them off.
"After I have finished my selection, I will distribute a genetic serum that suppresses the mutant gene. It will eliminate Mutants worldwide, and no new Mutants will ever be born."
Tony's voice was calm as it reached everyone's ears. "On Earth, there will be no more newborn Mutants. Those who are unwilling to leave Earth with me and choose to stay will die of old age within a few decades."
"I will permanently solve this problem that has been a headache for you for so long."
With that, Tony turned and left. His expression was impassive, betraying no emotion.
As for the rest, Professor X and Old Man Magneto would naturally handle it. One a dove, the other a hawk—the two of them, working in perfect concert, could easily deal with the others.
Because Tony wasn't making a request; he was issuing a notice.
Those willing to go with him, he would take. Those unwilling could remain on Earth. As for the ordinary humans carrying the X-Gene, after exposure to the genetic serum, their X-Gene would be suppressed, becoming a non-hereditary trait that would never be passed on to their descendants.
The X-Gene is just one of many genes on the genetic chain, but it has a dominant, synergistic effect on the entire chain.
Tony's genetic serum directly blocks the X-Gene, eliminating any possibility of awakening in the person injected. Not only that, but the offspring they produce will no longer have the X-Gene in their bodies.
Within two generations, Mutants will become extinct.
In a few decades at most, when the Mutants who remained on Earth have died of old age or illness, and newborns no longer have the X-Gene, the Mutant population will disappear completely.
Earth hates Mutants?
Very well. Tony would sever the production of new Mutants at its very root, directly erasing the X-Gene from the complex process of human reproduction.
"I just hope you won't regret this in the future."
Tony walked out of the United Nations building. From several hundred meters away, he could hear the people's intense questioning and cries of surprise, and a deeply scornful smile touched his lips.
Yes, scorn.
To ordinary people, Mutants are indeed a menace. Many tragedies occur when an ordinary person awakens as a Mutant—uncontrollable power and violent emotions causing great destruction.
Though it's unfortunate, and the proportion of such tragedies is small, these situations do exist.
Add to that an uncontrollable Omega-level mutant like Jean Grey, and the slightest misstep could lead to disaster.
But from the perspective of a civilization, are Mutants not also the greatest treasure?
A single Omega-level mutant, if guided properly, could allow Earth's civilization to dominate the universe.
Tony believed many people had already noticed the immense value of Mutants, especially in these recent years of constant crises. The worth of superhumans was self-evident; Tony himself was one and had saved Earth multiple times.
But societal inertia, along with those blinded by personal gain, would ignore this. Tony was more than happy to let them feign ignorance.
"You will regret it. Earth will regret it."
Tony strode out of the building. He had already given them the best option, and no one had any reason to stop him—because the entire process was voluntary.
Those willing to leave Earth could do so; those unwilling could stay, and Tony wouldn't slaughter them. As for injecting the genetic serum? That was aimed at ordinary humans who hadn't awakened and their next generation, not at harming living Mutants.
Truly, no one could say a thing.
Besides, Tony was only taking the Mutants. Wasn't there still Kamar-Taj? Many of Earth's enemies had been eliminated by Tony one after another. Kamar-Taj and the new Sorcerer Supreme could solve any new problems, right?
Many people held this very thought.
They had the Avengers, the fledgling Justice League, Kamar-Taj, numerous civilian alliances, and many families with magical heritages...
It was certainly enough to deal with villains below Level Seven. Anything higher than that was another story.
Tony opened a portal and stepped through it. The next second, he appeared inside a laboratory.
The laboratory of the original Ant-Man, Hank Pym.
Of course, he wasn't here for Pym. He was here for the thing that was about to be born.
"Perfect. My planet Cybertron is still missing a mainframe artificial intelligence."
Tony quietly entered the interior of the laboratory, ignoring the various high-end instruments and the giant ants crawling all over the floor.
A careless ant, carrying a sandwich in its mandibles, scuttled forward and bumped right into Tony.
The two-meter-long ant looked at the stranger in confusion, then nonchalantly continued crawling toward the deeper parts of the laboratory as if nothing had happened.
(end of chapter)
