Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

If there's any other difference, it's that Mystique's unique hormonal scent is completely different from Audrey Hepburn's.

Henry initially didn't take this anomaly seriously, assuming it was just a chemical change caused by the perfume, and was thus fooled.

"So, you guessed where this place is, huh? Fellow countrymen," Mystique.

"I guessed this was probably the headquarters of the X- X-Men or the Brotherhood of Mutants."

Henry continued to play dumb, after all, this was undisclosed information.

"-However, now that we've seen the infamous Mystique, it's not hard to guess whose territory this is. But I'm not one of your kind, so don't call me that."

Mystique said with displeasure, "Why deny it, my fellow countrymen?"

To persuade the man before her, Mystique said earnestly, "Don't think that just because you haven't seen the news about Mutants being persecuted, the world is kind to us."

"The suffering we have endured in the past is unimaginable to you. To prevent those tragedies from happening again, we must unite, cooperate, and contribute our own strength to overcome these difficulties."

"No need, and it's none of my business. Because I'm really not one of your compatriots," Henry said resolutely.

Mystique persisted, saying, "Why deny all of this, my fellow countrymen? Do you think you can deny it?"

Does the truth not exist? To survive in this world built by barbarians, we can only rely on each other.

"This is the last time I'll answer this stupid question, because I'm not Mutants, I'm a fucking alien!" Henry yelled.

Rather than continuing to conceal his alien identity and getting caught up in the Mutants conflict, Henry felt it was better to reveal his true identity.

Because the plight of Mutants in the Marvel Universe is a huge mess, worse than that of people of color, residing at the very bottom of the social hierarchy. Even their own parents might look down on them, so who can they complain to?

Whether it's Magneto or Professor X, their greatest skill is Moral blackmail, which leads to widespread discrimination from the government. In short, no matter who they join, they don't end up well.

Rather than that, it's better to distance ourselves from them—that's Henry's judgment. Don't let a group that's still confused about its own identity drag you down.

Besides, I really have nothing to do with Mutants. It's not that I simply want to sever ties or pretend that we're not related.

I'm an alien and I'm proud of it!

It's unclear whether Henry's shout intimidated Mystique, or whether his words were so outrageous that they frightened her.

This is one of the most magical aspects of the Marvel Universe. Mutants can walk in the sunlight and are accepted by most people, as long as there is no conflict of interest between them.

However, aliens are still a term that only appears in tabloids and science fiction movies, or they only exist in undisclosed government intelligence.

Mystique, her face filled with disbelief, pointed at Henry and said tremblingly, "Walter! You—an alien?"

?

Henry said with a mocking tone, "Isn't your mind now filled with a small, wrinkled, brown classic image of a guy with a head as big as a Wellington steak, eyes like searchlights, and a neck thinner than a matchstick?"

"Not all aliens are E. T., okay? Besides, that's just an image of aliens created by Hollywood; it doesn't mean that there are actually aliens that look like that. Even the ones in Star Wars might not actually exist."

It was unclear who he was mocking. Henry, mimicking E. T. from the movies, held up a single index finger to his chest and dryly recited the line, "Elliott, I'm your friend."

"Do you think all aliens have to be that stupid?" the Kryptonian roared, completely overwhelming Mystique in terms of imposing manner.

Very suddenly, Henry froze on the spot, like a lifeless statue.

Seeing this, Mystique knew who had made the move. She shouted angrily, "Charles!"

Sure enough, a group of people emerged from inside the manor. The most conspicuous among them was the bald man in a wheelchair.

Professor X pressed his fingers to his temples, his eyes fixed on the stranger.

The other members include Hank McCoy, Jean Grey, Cyclops, Storm, Nightcrawler, and Quicksilver. It's fair to say that all the current X-Men members are present.

Professor X, being wheeled out in a wheelchair, said, "Raven, I told you, he doesn't have the X gene."

"Fine, he doesn't have the X-gene, then let him leave. What are you doing?" Mystique questioned.

"He says he's an alien, and I have to verify that, and find out his purpose on Earth, etc. What are you doing? Stop! No! Stop!"

Professor X appeared to be enduring immense pain; his eyes were bloodshot, and blood was flowing from his nose and ears, making him look extremely ferocious. Even his bald head seemed to be covered in bulging veins.

Suddenly, a scream rang out, and one of the Mutants leaders fainted on the spot.

Henry, now back to normal, looked at the bald man in the wheelchair who had fainted and said, "Oh, I've only calculated pi to a few decimal places, and I'm already exhausted. I haven't even worked on infinite geometry yet."

One of the main reasons Henry didn't want to go into X- X-Men territory was, of course, that he didn't want to see Professor X, who possessed the most powerful telepathic abilities in the Marvel Universe.

This powerful figure's abilities can only be completely protected by Magneto's and Juggernaut's helmets. Even Dark Phoenix or Apocalypse would have to struggle to stop its intrusion to prevent it from controlling them, just as it has now controlled Henry, thus controlling other Omega-level Mutants as well.

Who would have thought that this self-proclaimed moral paragon of Moral, upon learning that he was an alien, would immediately unleash a series of control and mind-reading techniques?

With absolutely no self-discipline in not invading others' privacy, does this mean aliens have no human rights in the eyes of Mutants?

It seems that Mutants lower in the hierarchy of contempt than themselves. Or rather, aliens are simply not considered human.

Henry certainly wasn't going to sit idly by and wait to die. It's just that Kryptonian have low magic resistance, which is basically a joke.

Henry had no confidence whatsoever in directly confronting Professor X's mind control like other Mind Stone masters. So he had to take a roundabout approach.

First, examine your own situation. Although your body is under control, for some reason, your consciousness remains clear.

Unlike some people whose minds are frozen by Professor X, their consciousness is completely halted. When they are freed, they have no idea what happened.

Since the brain is functional, and the other party wants to read what's in it, let's test the power of Super Brain. Let's see just how far we are from the most powerful telepathic being.