Unlocking Heat Vision

Feeling the surging power erupting from within him, Rorschach desperately wished he could find a place to properly test just how strong he had become.

Considering he was currently in the car, he forcibly suppressed the urge.

"My strength has surpassed twenty tons. I recall the little Spider-Man from the Avengers universe also had around twenty tons of strength, right?"

Rorschach couldn't help but think excitedly.

Back when he watched the movie, Rorschach had marveled at Spider-Man's incredible strength, pulling a cruise ship with his bare hands and even a high-speed train.

And now.

Rorschach could do those things too.

As for his body's durability, Rorschach could only estimate. Now, bullets probably only scratched his skin at most?

He didn't ask for much more. He figured that after just one more mission, Rorschach estimated that bullets wouldn't even be able to leave a mark on him.

By then, his body could be called an ironclad physique.

[Host unlock progress has reached 5%, heat vision ability can be unlocked. Do you wish to unlock it?]

What Rorschach hadn't expected was that just as he thought the reinforcement was over, the System's prompt continued.

"Heat vision can be unlocked?"

Rorschach was slightly stunned, and he instinctively sat up straighter, overcome with excitement.

After so long since his rebirth, the ability he had longed for, heat vision, was finally available.

After all, without heat vision, what kind of Homelander would he be?

Even just looking at this skill, it was not only cool but also incredibly powerful and convenient, far superior to abilities like super hearing or X-ray vision.

If he had awakened heat vision earlier, dealing with Red Devil and Avalanche would have been much, much easier.

A single glance would have been enough.

At this moment, a jolt of inertia acted upon him, interrupting Rorschach's thoughts. The car had slowly pulled over to the side of the road.

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

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of car doors closing echoed as seven mutants converged on the street.

They looked at each other's disheveled states, feeling that the day's experiences had been too bizarre and dreamlike, too unreal.

"Being chased by a psycho killer. What an exciting day!"

Siren couldn't help but shrug, mocking herself.

"Exactly. And what's worse, that psycho killer might come after us again!"

Darwin spread his hands. "He killed all the agents in the base. I don't think they'll let this go easily."

As Darwin spoke, the expressions of everyone present grew increasingly grim.

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

Angel said with a serious expression. "Charles and Erik must know what's happening. Weren't they investigating a mutant? Maybe it's that lunatic."

Everyone felt Angel's words made sense.

However, Charles hadn't told them much about related matters, so they didn't know much.

"Rorschach, what do you know?"

Angel then turned his gaze to Rorschach.

The others at the scene also turned their eyes towards him.

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

"Actually, what I know is very limited. I only know that person's name is Shaw, and he's someone the CIA and Charles are both looking for."

"Furthermore, he's extremely dangerous. Of course, I believe everyone has personally experienced that."

But Rorschach didn't say much more, only relaying what Charles had told him.

He didn't reveal what Charles hadn't told him.

"It seems we'll just have to wait for Charles and Erik to return," Hank sighed from the side.

After a brief discussion, everyone quickly reached a consensus:

For now, they would find a place to lay low, avoid the spotlight, and await the return of Charles and Erik.

However, deciding where to go proved difficult for everyone present.

Because they were all broke.

Despite their unique abilities, they were all from the lower rungs of society.

A taxi driver, a dancer, a small-time thug, and even someone who was in prison. People with legitimate professions like Hank were relatively rare.

They simply didn't have the money to cover rent for seven people.

"Well!"

Mystique, Raven, chuckled. She said to everyone with a hint of mystery, "If you're looking to lie low for a while, I actually know a place."

"What kind of place is it?"

"It's where I grew up."

Half an hour later.

"Raven, are you kidding me?"

"This is what you call a house? This is a freaking castle!"

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

"Are you some kind of royal princess?"

The mutants stood at the entrance of Xavier's Manor, gazing at the ridiculously luxurious and imposing building, all of them utterly shocked.

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

Was this really a house?

Had their understanding of what a house was been wrong all along?

"Professor X is really, really rich!"

Even Rorschach, who knew Charles's background, couldn't help but exclaim.

Charles truly lived up to his reputation as a super-rich second-generation heir!

That's right.

The famous Charles Xavier was actually one of the rare rich second-generation heirs in Marvel. The mutant academy that came later was actually Charles's own home, converted into a school.

The Blackbird jet, the Mutant Growth Accelerator, the Danger Room within Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters – which one of these wasn't cutting-edge technology?

It was impossible to create them without a massive amount of money.

Not to mention that although Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters was nominally a school, it was more like a charity. After all, the students here didn't have to pay tuition, and the daily expenses for so many people – food, drink, and everything else – also cost money.

And Professor X had been supporting them all by himself for years.

Charles was a true tycoon!

"You've actually misunderstood. This isn't my home, it's Charles's home."

Seeing that everyone had misunderstood, Mystique, Raven, began to explain, further astonishing the group.

They had initially thought Charles was just an ordinary rich person.

After all, Charles's attire and aristocratic demeanor couldn't be faked, and it was evident in his usual speech and conduct. But none of them had expected Charles to be this incredibly wealthy.

After the long journey and the "shock" at the CIA's secret base, the group of mutants was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally. They were hungry and tired.

Furthermore, it was already past midnight.

So, after a brief moment of awe at Charles's wealth, Mystique, Raven, arranged rooms for everyone.

Naturally, everyone retired to their rooms to rest.