Unlocking Heat Vision

Feeling the surging power erupting from within him, Rorschach could hardly wait to find a place to properly test just how powerful he had become.

Considering that he was inside a car, he forcibly suppressed the urge.

"My strength has surpassed twenty tons. If I remember correctly, even the little Spider-Man in the Avengers universe was only around twenty tons, right?"

Rorschach could not help thinking excitedly.

When he had watched the movies, Rorschach had been astonished by Spider-Man's immense strength. He could hold back a cruise ship with his bare hands and even pull a high-speed train.

And now...

Rorschach could do those things too.

As for his physical durability, Rorschach could only estimate it privately. If bullets hit him now, they would probably only break his skin, right?

He did not need much more. He figured that after completing just one more mission, even bullets would be unable to leave a mark on him.

By then, his body could truly be called an Iron Body.

The host's unlock progress has reached 5%. Heat Vision can now be unlocked. Would you like to unlock it?

What Rorschach had not expected was that, just when he thought the enhancements were over, the system delivered another notification.

"Heat Vision can be unlocked?"

Rorschach froze slightly, unconsciously sitting up straighter. He was simply too excited.

After all this time since his rebirth, the ability he had longed for—Heat Vision—had finally arrived.

After all, what kind of Homelander was Homelander without Heat Vision?

Judging from that skill alone, it was not only cool but also extremely powerful and convenient. It was far better than abilities like super-hearing or X-ray vision.

If he had awakened Heat Vision earlier, dealing with Red Devil and Riptide would have been much, much easier.

One glance would have ended it.

At that moment, inertia pressed against him and interrupted Rorschach's thoughts. The car had slowly pulled over by the roadside.

It turned out everyone had decided to gather first and discuss what they should do next.

Bang!

Bang!

Car doors kept slamming shut as the seven mutants gathered together on the street.

They looked at one another's bedraggled appearances and felt that everything they had experienced that day was simply too bizarre and dreamlike, too unreal.

"Being hunted by a psychotic serial killer—what a wonderful day!"

Banshee could not help shrugging as he mocked himself.

"Yeah, and even worse, that psychotic serial killer might come after us again!"

Darwin spread his hands. "He killed every agent at the base. I don't think they'll just let it go."

Following Darwin's words, everyone's expressions grew increasingly grim.

"We have to figure out what's going on!"

Angel spoke solemnly. "Charles and the others must know something. Haven't he and Erik been investigating a mutant? Maybe that's the lunatic."

Everyone felt that Angel's words made sense.

However, Charles had not told them much about the matter, so they did not know much either.

"Rorschach, what do you know?"

Angel then turned his gaze toward Rorschach.

Everyone else present looked over as well.

If there was anyone most likely to know more information, it was undoubtedly Rorschach.

"Actually, I know very little too. I only know that his name is Shaw, and he's the person both the CIA and Charles have been looking for."

"Also, he's extremely dangerous. Of course, I believe all of you have experienced that firsthand."

But Rorschach did not say much. He only repeated what Charles had told him.

He did not reveal anything Charles had not mentioned.

"Looks like we'll have to wait until Charles and the others return." Hank sighed from the side.

After a brief discussion, everyone quickly reached an agreement:

For the time being, they would find somewhere to settle down, lie low, and wait for Charles and Erik to return.

But deciding where to go proved difficult for everyone.

Because they were all broke.

Despite possessing abilities that ordinary people did not have, they were all from the bottom rung of society.

A taxi driver, a dancer, street punks, and even someone who had been locked up in prison. People with legitimate jobs like Hank were rare.

They simply could not afford rent for seven people.

"Well!"

Mystique Raven smiled at that moment. In a mysterious tone, she said to everyone, "If we're just looking to lie low for a while, I know a place."

"What place?"

"The place where I grew up."

Half an hour later.

"Raven, are you kidding?"

"This is the house you meant? This is a freaking castle!"

"Raven, you grew up in a place like this? Oh my God!"

"Are you some kind of princess from a royal family?"

Standing at the gates of Xavier's Manor and staring at the extravagantly luxurious building, the mutants were all stunned.

They found it hard to believe that a place like this was someone's home.

This was a freaking house?

Had everything they thought they knew about houses been wrong?

"Professor X is freaking rich!"

Even Rorschach, who knew Charles's background, could not help marveling.

Charles truly deserved to be called a super-rich second-generation heir!

That was right.

The famous Charles Xavier was actually one of the few wealthy second-generation heirs in Marvel. The mutant academy that came later had been converted from Charles's own home.

The Blackbird jet, Mutant Growth Accelerator, and Danger Room at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters—each one was cutting-edge technology.

There was no way to create them without burning money.

Not to mention that although Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters was nominally a school, it was more like a charity. After all, its students did not have to pay tuition, and feeding and housing so many people cost money too.

Professor X had supported all of it alone, year after year.

Charles was a real tycoon!

"You've misunderstood. This isn't my home. It's Charles's home."

Seeing that everyone had misunderstood, Mystique Raven began explaining, delivering another severe blow to the group.

They had originally thought Charles was merely an ordinary rich man.

After all, Charles's clothes, aristocratic bearing, and everyday mannerisms all made it obvious that he came from wealth. But no one had expected him to be rich to this extent.

After all the traveling and the "excitement" at the CIA's secret base, the group of mutants was exhausted in both body and mind, hungry and tired.

Furthermore, it was already the middle of the night.

So after briefly marveling at Charles's wealth, Mystique Raven arranged rooms for everyone.

Everyone returned to their rooms to rest and recover. That went without saying.