On the X-Jet back to New York, Hawking took the time to open his panel.
Sure enough, the Justice Points from saving human civilization during the Apocalypse Event had filled his progress bar to the brim, giving him a chance to draw a new template.
I'll draw it when I get home!
After confirming that the progress bar was full, he was in no hurry to draw a new template now. He decided to wait until he got home and could calm down before drawing properly.
These Protagonist Templates could not only grant him new bloodline talents and knowledge, but could also greatly boost his strength at critical moments.
If he had relied only on his current Combat Power of just over two hundred, he definitely would not have been able to defeat Apocalypse and Magneto this time.
"Hawking, are you really from another planet?"
At eleven that night, after the X-Jet landed at Mutant School, the awakened Professor X asked Hawking to stay behind.
Hawking shook his head.
"Of course not, but I'm indeed not a mutant either."
"Then why did you say you came from another planet? If you do that, I'm afraid many high-ranking officials in various countries will be unable to rest easy."
A trace of worry appeared on Professor X's face.
He had lived for so many years that he understood the upper ranks of human governments all too well. He knew exactly how they operated.
Even mutants were subjected to all kinds of suspicion from human governments, let alone Hawking, who had claimed to be an alien.
An alien commanding a large number of Superpowered People in the future—even if Hawking had saved Earth and human civilization, they could never truly trust him.
Hawking smiled at that.
"I know. I did it deliberately. Professor,