Though this universe's Magneto was not as old as he was in most universes, and could still be called middle-aged, he was not this young. The Erik before him was completely a young man in his twenties, with taut skin and firm muscles. There was nothing about him that looked old and decrepit.
Sebastian was so frightened he nearly threw the documents in his hand. He asked cautiously, "You..."
"I'm not from your universe. But they entrusted me with handling all matters on Krakoa Island. Here's a handwritten letter. Do you want to see it?"
Sebastian still took it and looked it over. He was not exactly worried someone was impersonating him; after all, the Krakoa Totem could definitely tell. He was simply curious where this young Magneto had come from.
Logically speaking, even if they were looking for help from another universe, they should have found someone with more experience. What use was there in finding someone this young? Sebastian harbored a little contempt.
When he opened it, it was indeed a handwritten letter, but the contents were mostly nonsense and did not explain his origins. He could only probe on his own. "Are you from the same universe as those Avengers?"
As he asked, he prayed inwardly that the answer had better not be yes. The Avengers were already annoying enough. If another group of mutants from that universe came too, then forget talk about interference or noninterference—the universe might as well be handed over to them.
Erik silently shook his head. He reached out to Sebastian, who looked blank. Erik seemed a little helpless. He moved his fingers lightly, and all the documents in Sebastian's hands and in the filing cabinets behind him flew in front of him.
Sebastian watched wide-eyed as Erik started reading them. He