Meet the President First

"Outdated things should be eliminated. The same goes for cowardly, foolish Old Humans."

Magneto did not believe he was wrong. He agreed to compete with Ron and prove whose ideals were the right path for mutants.

And that was exactly what Ron wanted.

Without him wreaking havoc everywhere, making headlines, and stirring up the nerves and fury of human society, how would humans intensify their persecution and exclusion of mutants?

And how would mutants come flocking under his banner?

"Sorry, Charles. We were destined to walk different paths."

After bidding Charles farewell in his mind, Magneto flew away alone atop a sheet of metal.

Thump~

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

Teleportation. Ron appeared inside the Blackbird jet's cabin and slowly began speaking of the New Era he had mentioned before as Raven rushed over and threw her arms around him.

"I remember."

"In the New Era, humans and mutants will coexist. Every mutant will be able to live freely under the sun and on the grass without hiding their mutation."

"However, the New Era will not arrive immediately. If things develop naturally, it may take a hundred or two hundred years—or it may never come."

His expression was solemn, but his voice remained gentle as he invited her.

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

After dealing with the Black King, he would return to The Boys Universe. The New Era could not be built in a day; he needed someone to hold the fort and keep it on course.

"Ron, wherever you go, I'll go."

Raven understood that Ron intended to leave. With a different choice of words, she answered firmly, her face full of love.

She was not doing it for the New Era. She was doing it for Ron.

"Raven."

Professor X looked heartbroken. Hearing that the adoptive sister he had grown up with was leaving, he walked over with Moira supporting him.

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

"Ron, why did you just..."

Hearing Raven's farewell, he turned toward Ron, pain written across his face.

He had heard Ron refuse Magneto earlier, but Ron's cold indifference as he watched Magneto destroy the fleet still deeply unsettled him.

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

"Stop, Charles. I don't want to hear your complaints or preaching. Facts will prove who is right."

Ron waved a hand coldly, signaling for him to shut up. He did not want to hear Professor X's nonsense. In the future, Professor X had never solved the mutant problem. When facing humans, he only compromised again and again, never striking back.

"Let's say our goodbyes here."

"Wait, count me in.

I want to leave with you."

The Blackbird jet had landed on a small island nearby. Hank unfastened his seat belt and rose from the pilot's seat, his voice low and heavy.

He shared some of Magneto's views. Even if they had helped save the world, people would still mock his blue fur and beastlike mouth, treating him like a monster.

Ron's New Era moved him.

Besides...

He was the one who had turned Raven into what she was now.

Hank felt immense guilt toward Raven and wanted to make it up to her. Perhaps he could do his part to speed up the arrival of the New Era.

"Hank, you're leaving too?"

Professor X opened his mouth, his expression filled with grief and disbelief. His exhausted body swayed as though he could not withstand the successive blows, and Moira hurriedly held him up.

Seeing him like this, Ron secretly shook his head.

In the original course of events, although his lower body was paralyzed, Hank had remained by his side, supporting him as they founded the X Academy together. Now, his body was perfectly healthy, yet even the last compatriot by his side was leaving.

"Sorry, Charles."

Hank did not dare meet Professor X's eyes, afraid of seeing sorrow and disappointment in them. He lowered his head and walked behind Ron.

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

"Wait!"

Moira, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke. As a former CIA agent, she took a deep breath and fixed Ron with a sharp stare.

"Ron, it was one thing that you did not stop Erik from destroying the fleets of the two nations. Strictly speaking, you had no obligation to stop him.

But—I hope that you will not become like Erik in the future and endanger humanity's safety!"

She emphasized the last part. She did not say that she would personally arrest and put Ron on trial or anything like that; she knew Ron's power was beyond her ability to handle.

"With you by Charles's side, perhaps his saintly nature can change a little."

Ron glanced at Moira and spoke coldly.

Other than the tone, the first half of that statement was barely fair. At the very least, she had not tried to morally blackmail him.

Of course, perhaps she knew she could not morally blackmail him, so she did not waste any more words.

"Goodbye, Charles."

If someone else had spoken so aggressively, Ron might have taught her a lesson.

But Charles was miserable enough already. There was no need to be cruel to the woman he loved.

Thump~

The three of them vanished.

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

When they had arrived, everyone had sat together and prepared nervously. Now, the spacious cabin was empty. Professor X looked around, collapsed onto the floor, his face ashen, and murmured their names.

One by one, his family and friends had chosen to leave him.

Why? Why had it turned out like this...

"What should we do first, Ron?"

The next second, they returned to a familiar alley in New York. Raven looked around and asked what they should do next.

Everything had to be done step by step. Should they first find a place to settle down?

"Before Erik destroyed the fleets of the two nations, we were with him. Quite a few people know that, Ron. I'm afraid we..."

Hank raised his head and reminded him worriedly.

He meant that the government—and even human society as a whole—might label them Erik's accomplices.

If they did not resolve that first, anything they wanted to do openly would likely be obstructed.

"You're right, so next..."

Ron smiled.

"Let's go meet a certain president first."

"The president?!"