Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

Hawking now valued the Mutant School's resources, which could greatly accelerate the growth of his strength.

He could eat his fill at every meal, train his body to the maximum extent, and not have to worry that abnormal behavior would attract the attention of ordinary people.

He could spar and fight with the Mutant School's experts, stimulating the potential of his Saiyan Bloodline.

He could also make use of the Mutant School's advanced technology and mutant abilities to practice the Turtle Hermit Style more efficiently.

If he stayed in Sokovia and continued developing at his current pace, it might take him ten years to truly catch up to all of Thirteen Years Old Goku's strength. At the Mutant School, he might achieve it in two or three years.

If his timing was good, he might even be able to earn some Justice Points. That was the foundation of his strength.

In short, he believed strength was king. Only by becoming stronger as quickly as possible could he handle anything.

But if possible, he still wanted to bring Oleg and Elena, who had adopted him, along as well.

For ordinary people, Sokovia, where wars broke out from time to time, was far too dangerous.

"Hawking, you are kind and mature. You should understand that if every student made such a request, it would become a considerable burden on our Mutant School."

Professor X looked at Hawking, his face full of appreciation and satisfaction.

He had risked his life to use his ability to save a pair of strangers, exhausted himself to the point of fainting, and now that he had an opportunity to attend the Mutant School in New York, he still had not forgotten about his adoptive parents' safety.

He was clearly an exceptionally kind-hearted child.

As for the amnesia, Professor X was not as easy to fool as Oleg and Elena. The amnesia was obviously an act. This child must have gone through something unpleasant.

Otherwise, he would not have matured so early, nor would he display such a longing for and cherishing of family affection.

To Professor X, this was instead a plus. Maintaining one's kindness despite a difficult early life was true kindness.

Combined with the combat talent and abilities Hawking had displayed, Professor X was actually quite willing to agree to his request.

Because it was nothing much to him.

However, agreeing too easily would clearly not be good for a child. Things obtained too easily would not be cherished.

"I understand, which is why I am not asking for everything without giving anything in return.

"From what you said, Professor, the Mutant School was founded to guide mutants in learning how to use their abilities and to protect them from persecution.

"Then the school must need some mutants to serve as protectors.

"If you allow my brother, sister, and me to attend the school for free, and help my parents immigrate and settle down in New York, then I am willing to take on that role of protector!"

Hawking looked at Professor X, his tone brimming with confidence.

Professor X admired him even more upon hearing this.

"To possess such judgment and courage at your age is quite remarkable.

"Very well, I accept your request. But becoming a protector will not be so easy. You will have to wait until you are an adult in a few years, then pass an assessment before you qualify."

"Professor, you will not regret this decision today."

A brilliant smile immediately appeared on Hawking's face.

He was not certain that Professor X would agree. If he had refused, Hawking could only have gone to the Mutant School first to improve his strength, then found another way to help Oleg and Elena move to a safer city.

"Hahaha, I think so too."

Professor X blinked and replied in a joking tone.

After the two left the room, Professor X proposed to Oleg and Elena that he help them immigrate to New York, find them suitable work near the school, and allow them to settle there.

Naturally, the couple had no reason to refuse such a wonderful offer.

In a chaotic, war-torn country like Sokovia, apart from wealthy people and top-tier talents, it was basically very difficult for ordinary civilians to immigrate—especially to New York.

If they could live safely in New York, who would be willing to stay somewhere that could be bombed at any time?

Sokovia was not being invaded by foreign enemies, with everyone fighting to defend their country. It was a Civil War, a conflict caused by internal ethnic tensions.

Only politicians and ambitious men wanted war to seize power and profit, because neither they nor their families had to go to the battlefield.

Ordinary people only wanted a peaceful life. They did not care who held power.

After going to New York, not only could they live in peace, but they would also be much closer to where their children attended school.

Had an ordinary person made such a promise to them, they would never have believed it. How could such good fortune possibly fall from the sky?

But Professor Charles's words seemed to carry a kind of magic. After hearing them, they could not help but believe him, without the slightest doubt.

And so, after some simple preparations and arrangements, the family of five followed Professor X out of chaotic Sokovia and embarked on their journey to settle in New York.

War had taken all of Oleg and Elena's relatives and friends, so they did not have many attachments left behind.

Bronx, northern New York.

"I have arranged jobs for your parents at a company in the city. Next, I will take you to the school.

"Do not be afraid. There are many children at the school just like you, and you will make many friends too."

In the speeding car, Professor X sat in the passenger seat and gently comforted Pietro and Wanda, who were huddled against Hawking in the back, clearly somewhat timid about entering a new environment.

Hawking held his younger brother and sister, patting their backs as he replied to Professor X:

"Thank you, Professor!"

The company Professor X had arranged for Oleg and Elena offered genuinely excellent treatment in every respect, and the jobs suited their abilities. He had clearly put thought into it.

Hawking accepted this kindness.

He did not know whether Professor X was truly kind or merely hypocritical. He judged people only by what they did, not by what they thought.

Even if it was hypocrisy or exploitation, as long as the other party gave something, he was willing to repay them in the future.

After about forty-five minutes of driving, they went from the Bronx to suburban Westchester County, where a massive manor-style school appeared before Hawking's eyes.

"Professor X really is rich!"

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters had actually been converted from Professor X's family mansion, and Professor X himself was an extremely wealthy second-generation heir.

Much of the school's high-tech equipment, including an invisible aircraft, had been funded by Professor X.

The car drove directly into the school and stopped in front of a castle-like teaching building.

"Professor, you're back. Something has happened, and we need you to make a decision."

Just as they entered the castle, classes had ended, and a large group of students of all ages rushed out of the classrooms. Many of them looked different from ordinary people, and whenever they saw Professor X, they respectfully stopped to greet him.

At that moment, a slender female teacher with a head of white hair, who had just emerged from a classroom, noticed Professor X as well.

"I already know. Go gather all the teachers in my office.

"This is Professor Ororo, your future mathematics and physics teacher. She will also teach you how to control your abilities more effectively."

Upon hearing the white-haired teacher's words, Professor X instantly learned the whole story through telepathy. After giving his instruction, he introduced her to Hawking and his siblings.