"What the hell is going on with this island?" Steve stood before the window, brow furrowed. Outside, Krakoa was still lush and green. After the storm, not a cloud remained in the sky. The droplets clinging to the plants looked like scattered diamonds, and everything seemed gilded in a hazy glow. After the small animals came out again, rustling sounds rose from the woods and bushes. Leaves swayed gently, shaking loose beads of dew, and before they even hit the ground, those tiny figures had already vanished.
But beneath such a beautiful scene, killing intent was hidden. Stark might not have counted as particularly physically gifted compared with this group of superhumans, but among ordinary people, he was still considered very strong.
He had a professional nutrition team improving his diet, underwent regular checkups so no physical problem would ever be delayed, and had a professional medical team watching over him, with every kind of medical resource at his disposal. He himself had trained for years, and all his physical indicators were far above average. Even so, he had still been affected by Krakoa.
An island an ordinary person could not set foot on at all. To mutants, it might be a good thing, but it would also bring trouble. For example, right now, because Stark had fallen ill, the Divine Spear Bureau's originally planned three-day inspection trip had been shortened to a day and a half. Because whether it was the Divine Spear Bureau or Krakoa, neither could allow Director Zheng Xian to run into trouble on the island. That would cause a major incident.
Magneto, who had just returned, was also troubled by this matter. Because if they wanted to develop more trade partners, they would inevitably have to invite people to visit Krakoa Island. In theory, staying