Mystique

The next day.

Morning.

Richard slowly woke up in the master bedroom of the house for sale.

Though it was not yet eight o'clock, he knew it was time to leave.

Once working hours began, the real estate agent responsible for selling the house would bring batch after batch of clients over.

After taking towels, a toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, body wash, and other toiletries from the System Space, he headed straight to the bathroom and began washing up.

Half an hour later, having finished washing up and changed into clean clothes, he used Flash to leave the house.

He did not leave Los Angeles immediately. Instead, he used Flash to arrive at a nearby street block and found a decent chain restaurant.

After putting on a baseball cap and sunglasses for a simple disguise, he walked in calmly and ordered several common breakfast items from the server.

Coffee, fried eggs, bacon, hot dogs, bread...

As Richard enjoyed the breakfast in front of him, he watched the morning news playing on the restaurant's television.

Unsurprisingly, his massacre at the Los Angeles Branch last night had made him the headline figure across every major news channel and newspaper.

The "experts" invited by the television stations spoke at length as they analyzed what he had done the night before.

Spokespersons from the Department of Mutant Affairs and other official agencies also solemnly promised that they would capture him as soon as possible.

While watching the news, he took out a Disposable Phone from the System Space and searched for his own name online.

Just as he had expected, reports about him were everywhere online.

"65 Dead! Unregistered Mutant Attacks the Department of Mutant Affairs Los Angeles Branch!"

"Terrifying Live Broadcast! Los Angeles Branch Reduced to Hell on Earth!"

"Revenge or Provocation? Unregistered Mutant Goes on a Killing Spree!"

"From Rich Second-Generation Heir to Murderous Maniac—What Kind of Person Is Richard Wesley?"

"The So-Called 'Mutant Nemesis' Is Utterly Helpless! The Department of Mutant Affairs' Promise of Safety Has Vanished into Thin Air!"

"The Bloody Slaughter of an Unregistered Mutant! The Birth of the Silver-Haired Demon!"

After briefly looking through the reports, Richard logged into a local Los Angeles forum.

The moment he entered the forum, he saw a huge number of posts related to him.

After quickly flipping through several pages, he discovered to his surprise that last night's massacre at the Los Angeles Branch had somehow earned him a group of fanatical fans.

Not only did these fanatical fans leave frenzied comments on every post, but in just one night, they had created websites and forums dedicated to him.

On top of that, they had given him several different nicknames.

Silver-Haired Reaper, Los Angeles Sword Saint, Silver Samurai, Slaughter Angel, Seraphim, Dominator...

Seeing the nicknames these fanatical fans had given him, as well as the logos they had designed for their websites and personal forums using his image, Richard shook his head helplessly.

Though he had no idea who these fanatical fans really were, judging from how freely they commented on the forums and attacked netizens who accused him of being too cruel, they were probably all ordinary people.

Because of the Mutant Restriction Act, both legally registered mutants and unregistered mutants had been forced to live "low-profile" lives.

Of course, those unregistered mutants who thrived on chaos, as well as organizations like the Brotherhood of Mutants, were exceptions.

After casually browsing the websites and personal forums created by these fanatical fans for a few minutes, he put the Disposable Phone back into the System Space.

If he had been a celebrity or an internet influencer, he would have been delighted to gain a group of fanatical fans.

But he was neither a celebrity nor an internet influencer.

Now, he was an S-Class Fugitive of the Department of Mutant Affairs.

While browsing the news earlier, he had discovered that the Department of Mutant Affairs Headquarters had raised the level of his wanted notice, turning him from an A-Class Fugitive into an S-Class Fugitive.

Not only that, he had also seen that the Department of Mutant Affairs Headquarters had offered a hefty reward of one million US dollars on the wanted notice.

Anyone who captured or killed him could claim one million US dollars.

Even providing reliable information would earn a reward ranging from five thousand to thirty thousand dollars.

Moreover, perhaps in an attempt to provoke him into showing himself, the Department of Mutant Affairs Headquarters had publicly announced that it would auction off the Wesley Family's "illegal gains" in three days.

This included, but was not limited to, the Wesley Family's ancestral home, collections, land under its name, and so on.

If it had been the original owner of the body, he would definitely have been furious upon seeing that the Department of Mutant Affairs was going to auction off the Wesley Family's assets and collections.

But Richard was not the original owner.

Less than an hour after crossing into this world, he had disbanded Crimson Manor, which the original owner's father had established, and personally set fire to the manor's Main Building.

If the Department of Mutant Affairs thought such an obvious provocation could force him to appear, they were overthinking it.

Besides the fact that he was not the original owner and had no sense of belonging toward the Wesley Family, there was another reason why he did not care at all.

No matter how the Department of Mutant Affairs confiscated and auctioned off the Wesley Family's assets, he would make the Department of Mutant Affairs and the United States government return everything with interest someday.

Just as Richard finished breakfast and prepared to pay the bill and leave, four strangers he had never seen before—one woman and three men—walked up to him.

"May I sit here?"

A blonde, blue-eyed woman with a curvaceous figure, who looked to be only in her early twenties, spoke to him.

"Go ahead. I was about to pay and leave anyway."

Richard took several dozen US Dollars from his pocket and placed them on the table.

"Am I not your type?"

"Richard Wesley."

The blonde woman said in a voice only the two of them could hear.

The moment the blonde woman spoke his name, Richard's first instinct was to summon Masamune and cut her down.

However, when he saw her eye color instantly shift from green to blue, he temporarily abandoned the idea of killing her.

Because he had recognized who the blonde woman was.

Mystique! "Did Magneto send you?"

Richard said to Mystique.

Now that he knew the beautiful blonde woman before him was Mystique, it was not difficult to guess the identities of the other three men either.

"Couldn't it be that I wanted to see you?"

Mystique asked in return.

"If you're just here to say this kind of nonsense, then I don't think there's any need for us to keep talking."

Although Mystique's current appearance was undeniably that of a beautiful woman, the moment Richard thought of her original appearance and age, he lost all interest in her.

From the perspective of superpowers, Mystique was undoubtedly a "shape-shifting witch."

Having her was equivalent to having all kinds of beautiful women.

But as soon as he thought about how she was as old as Professor X, entirely blue, and had patches of body tissue like lizard scales, he could not feel any worldly desire toward Mystique.

He was not some shallow man who only cared about appearances! Besides looks, he also cared deeply about a woman's "inner self"!...