Akali's reaction was far slower than Li Wei had expected. Nothing happened that night.
Early the next morning, Professor X beamed. "Angel, do you know? Last night was the most wonderful night I've had in a very long time."
A few meters away, Wolverine and Caliban did not look nearly as pleased.
Ever since what happened a year ago, Professor X had closed off his heart. With his immense psychic power, he had selectively blocked out that event.
He forgot the evil deeds he had committed and, during his episodes, occasionally even believed Wolverine had done it.
All along, Wolverine had done everything he could to keep Professor X from recalling it. But after what happened yesterday, Professor X had suddenly recovered those memories himself.
To him, it was undoubtedly the greatest pain and tragedy in the world. He wanted nothing more than to die immediately.
Li Wei understood that perfectly well, but did accidental killing mean it was not still killing?
And when all was said and done, mutants had ended up in their current state entirely because of Professor X's naivety—if not outright stupidity.
He had been the first to separate mutants from ordinary humans, yet he had never sought to improve their status. He had even stopped Magneto from trying to do so.
Nor had he become the government's lapdog. Instead, he had amused himself by founding a mutant academy and carving out a little territory for his own enjoyment. Who could possibly tolerate that?
As a result, government officials and the like had grown ever more wary of—and greedy for—mutants with special abilities.
Professor X was simply too powerful, so at first they could do nothing to him and could not act openly.
Once they found the ultimate weapon against him in genetically modified food, they