First, Go Meet the President

"Outdated things should be eliminated—and the same goes for the cowardly, foolish Old Humans."

Magneto didn't believe he was wrong. He agreed—agreed to compete with Ron, to prove whose ideology was the right path for mutants.

And that was exactly what Ron wanted.

Without him running around causing destruction, stirring up big incidents, and provoking humanity's nerves and fury, how else would humans intensify their persecution and ostracism of mutants?

How else would mutants flock to his banner?

"Sorry, Charles. We were never meant to walk the same path."

After bidding farewell to Charles in his mind, Magneto stepped onto a sheet of metal and flew away alone.

Boom

"Raven, remember the New Era I told you about?"

Teleportation. Inside the cabin of the Blackbird jet, Ron turned to Raven, who had rushed over to embrace him, and slowly spoke of the New Era he'd once mentioned.

"I remember."

"In the New Era, humans and mutants coexist. Every mutant can live freely under the sun and on the grass, without hiding their mutations."

"But the New Era won't come overnight. If left to nature, it might take a hundred or two hundred years—or never come at all."

His expression was serious, but his voice carried warmth as he extended an invitation.

"Would you be willing to leave with me and build this New Era?"

With the Black King dealt with, he would return to The Boys Universe. The New Era couldn't be built in a day; he needed someone to hold the fort and steer the course.

"Ron, wherever you go, I go."

Raven caught his implication of leaving and answered with a different phrase, her face full of love and determination.

She wasn't doing it for the New Era—she was doing it for Ron.

"Raven."

Professor X's face was pained as he heard his adopted sister, whom he'd grown up with, was leaving. He walked over, supported by Moira.

"Sorry, Charles. I'll be gone for a while."

"Ron, why did you just..."

Hearing Raven's farewell, he turned his head toward Ron, his expression anguished.

He had heard what Ron said to Magneto earlier, but Ron's cold indifference as he let Magneto destroy the fleet still filled him with deep unease.

Ron's power was too great. What if he strayed down the wrong path?

"Stop right there, Charles. I don't want to hear your complaints or lectures. The facts will prove who's right."

Ron waved his hand coldly, signaling him to shut up. He didn't want to hear Professor X's useless drivel. Everything Professor X had done in the future had never solved the mutant problem. Faced with humanity, he only compromised and compromised again, never fighting back.

"Let's say our goodbyes here."

"Wait. Add me in.

I want to leave with you."

The Blackbird jet landed on a nearby island. Hank, in the pilot's seat, unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up, his voice low and heavy.

He shared some of Magneto's views. Even though they had helped save the world, his blue-furred beastly mouth would still be mocked and seen as a monster by others.

Ron's talk of the New Era had moved him.

And... he had turned Raven into what she was now.

Hank felt a deep guilt toward Raven and wanted to make it up to her. Maybe he could contribute to speeding up the arrival of the New Era.

"Hank, you're leaving too?"

Professor X's mouth opened slightly, his expression hurt and stunned. His frail body swayed as if unable to bear the successive blows, saved only by Moira's steadying hand.

Seeing him like this, Ron shook his head inwardly.

In the original timeline, though Professor X was paralyzed from the waist down, he still had Hank by his side, supporting him and founding the Xavier Institute together. Now his body was fine, but even the last of his kind was leaving him.

"I'm sorry, Charles."

Hank couldn't meet Professor X's eyes, afraid of seeing the hurt and disappointment there. He lowered his head and walked behind Ron.

Ron prepared to activate his ability and take the two of them away.

"Wait!"

Moira, who had been silent until now, spoke up. A former CIA agent, she took a deep breath and fixed Ron with a sharp, piercing gaze.

"Ron, it's fine that you didn't stop Erik from destroying the two nations' fleets. Strictly speaking, you had no obligation to stop him.

But—I hope you won't end up like Erik in the future, endangering human safety!"

She emphasized the last part, but didn't threaten to personally capture and judge him. She knew Ron's power was beyond her reach.

"With you by his side, Charles, maybe his saintly nature will change a bit."

He glanced at Moira and said coldly.

The first half of that statement, tone aside, was barely reasonable—at least it wasn't moral blackmail.

Of course, maybe he knew moral blackmail wouldn't work on him, so he didn't bother with extra words.

"Goodbye, Charles."

If anyone else had spoken with such a sharp tone, Ron might have taught them a lesson.

But Charles was already pitiful enough—no need to be cruel to someone he cared about.

Boom~

The three vanished.

"Raven, Erik, Ron, Hank..."

Back when they arrived, everyone had sat together, tense with preparation. Now the vast cabin stood empty. Professor X looked around, collapsed to the floor, his face ashen, murmuring to himself.

One by one, his loved ones and friends chose to leave him.

Why... why did it come to this...

"What do we do first, Ron?"

The next second, back in a familiar alley in New York, Raven glanced around and asked what was next.

Everything had to be done step by step—shouldn't they find a place to settle first?

"Before Erik destroyed the two nations' fleets, we were with him. A lot of people know that. Ron, I'm afraid we..." Hank looked up, his tone worried, warning him.

He meant they might be branded as Erik's accomplices by their country—or even human society as a whole.

If they didn't solve that first, trying to do anything openly would only be blocked.

"You're right. So next..." Ron smiled.

"Let's go meet a certain president."

"President?!"