We Need Special Training

Charles and the other two went to the Soviet Union to gather intelligence. The operation went smoothly, and they easily captured the White Queen, using their abilities to uncover the Black King's entire plan.

But when they happily returned to New York by plane with their gains, someone happened to call and tell them something.

The base was gone...

Everyone had died, and the base was almost nothing but ruins.

When Charles and the other two received the news and rushed over, Ron and the other four were sitting on a bench in front of the base while specialists cleaned up inside.

Alex and the other two sat together. Mystique sat rather close to Ron, while Beast Hank occasionally stole a despondent glance in their direction.

After the battle was resolved last night, when Ron went back to pick everyone up, Raven had been left alone in that cold, dark alley for a long time. The instant she saw him, terror and unease overwhelmed her, and she threw herself into his arms, sobbing as she asked whether he was hurt and how everyone else was doing.

"Ron, you're finally back. Are you hurt? And... how are the others?"

In that alley, Raven had not only been frightened by the terrifying surroundings. She had also constantly worried that Ron and the others had been hurt or killed. Every second had felt like a year, nearly unbearable torment.

Ron's reappearance ended her suffering. His embrace made her feel incomparably safe and warm.

Moreover, Mystique later learned that Ron's teleportation ability was limited, and that he had chosen to send her away first. With all those things combined, a vague tenderness stirred in her heart, and she unconsciously moved closer to Ron.

"We know what happened.

I'll arrange a plane right away to send you all home, including... you, Ron."

Professor X spoke to them heavily. At the end, he hesitated, glanced at Ron, and added.

"Although you did well, and we may not have been able to do better than you, you're still too young."

"You should go back where you belong. Go home."

What had happened yesterday made him feel even more strongly that he should not drag a group of immature young people into this. He felt deeply guilty.

Even though he had learned from others that Ron had killed Red Devil and Riptide, then sent the Black King away, which had shocked him, he still did not want Ron to take any more risks.

"Home?"

Ron secretly shook his head. He did not think Professor X had a plane capable of crossing universes.

But today's events seemed to have helped Charles begin to grow. The playboy side of him was beginning to fade as he came to understand responsibility and commitment, gradually changing into Professor X.

"No, we're not leaving. He killed Siren."

"Siren died right in front of us, with a huge hole torn through his chest!"

Alex and Darwin spoke with intense emotion and hatred.

They wanted to stay and fight the Black King, to avenge Siren.

Young people might possess all kinds of immaturity compared to adults, but they also had one advantage: they made friends very easily. They could become friends after knowing one another for only a few days.

"No. As far as you are concerned, it's all over..."

Charles's expression turned serious again as he tried to force everyone to leave.

"We should avenge him.

Life gives us many hardships. Blindly enduring and forgetting them will never make things better."

Erik, who had been watching from the side, spoke in a low voice. The moment he opened his mouth, he directly undermined Charles.

"Revenge! Fight back!"

"Erik, come talk with me."

Taking a deep breath, Professor X gritted his teeth and pulled Magneto aside, reprimanding him.

"Erik, what are you saying? They're still children."

"No, they used to be children!

Hatred and love are the fastest things that can make someone grow up."

Magneto's expression was cold and stern as he shook his head in rejection.

"After what happened last night, they are no longer the same as before."

No one had more right to speak on the subject of hatred giving people strength than he did.

Ever since the gunshot that killed his mother more than ten years ago, he had thought of revenge every moment for all those long years. From a child alone in the world to an adult, through that long darkness, no matter what difficulties he encountered, he had never given up.

Because hatred supported him.

Hatred could awaken a person's potential and grant strength they otherwise could never possess.

Professor X turned back and gazed at them for a while.

"Look at Ron. They have enormous potential, Charles. If you send them back, what happened to Siren will become a lifelong regret, a thorn in their hearts that follows them forever."

Professor X began to waver.

Watching Magneto coldly persuade Professor X in the distance, Ron knew that Magneto was also drawing closer to the man he would become in the future.

Eighteen years ago, the Black King had wanted to awaken Erik's potential in the concentration camp, so he shot Erik's mother. For eighteen years, Erik had wanted to avenge her.

"After eighteen years of painful torment and arduous searching, did Magneto ever cause the Black King any trouble or make him pay?

"The answer was no."

The Black King was too cunning. After the Nazis fell from power, he changed his identity and built a new organization.

Magneto had spent eighteen years just finding the Black King. During those eighteen years, the Black King established the Hellfire Club and socialized and indulged himself with high-ranking officials, while Magneto pursued him like a lone wolf through darkness and pain.

How many eighteen-year spans did a person have? The meaning of his life had almost been reduced to nothing but hatred.

The last time he met Professor X was also the first time he had seen the Black King again after eighteen years.

On that luxurious cruise ship, the fury and hatred he had accumulated for eighteen years overwhelmed his reason. Holding a tiny dagger, he charged forward intending to kill the Black King, but before he could get close, the White Queen kicked him into the water.

Then, although he used his ability to destroy the cruise ship from the water, he could only watch helplessly as his enemy departed in the nuclear submarine beneath the ship.

"After pursuing him for eighteen years, he watched his enemy calmly leave before his eyes.

"The second time he came closest was when they passed each other last night."

Having missed another chance for revenge, Magneto became even more anxious. He could not wait any longer. Hatred had already consumed him, and he began to stop at nothing for revenge, using everything and everyone he could use.

"If a person whose entire life had come to mean revenge still failed to personally take that revenge in the end, to release all that accumulated rage and pain, and was left with lifelong regret..."

Sitting on the bench, Ron smiled to himself.

With such a tremendous influence, Magneto's fate would surely change greatly from now on.

"We need special training."

Professor X walked over. In the end, Magneto had persuaded him. Believing that Magneto truly meant well for them, he tacitly agreed to let everyone stay.

But this time, he would first train these young people, letting them master their abilities and learn to handle danger skillfully before allowing them back onto the battlefield.

"We can't stay here anymore. Even if we rebuild, it won't be safe.

"He knows this place."

Alex stood up and reminded them that they could no longer remain at the base, then looked at Ron with a strange expression.

"Ron threw him into the furnace tube at a crematorium in the suburbs. If he isn't dead, he'll definitely come back for revenge."

Being thrown into a pile of ashes was an enormous humiliation. The Black King could not possibly let it go without doing anything.

Though he had not immediately returned to kill them, when he appeared again, it would definitely be with the cruelest retaliation!

"The furnace tube at a crematorium..."

Professor X and the other two froze for a moment, their eyes widening as they looked at Ron.