The Invader's Purpose

Cyclops pushed Professor X's wheelchair onward. At the same time, the old man, who had always presented himself as wise and composed, spoke with a note of regret. "The core ingredient in that control drug was Jason Stryker's spinal fluid."

"He was once a student at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. He excelled at constructing psychic illusions that made it impossible to tell truth from falsehood. Even I could be deceived by his illusions. He was an exceptionally powerful Mutant."

Magneto asked, "What was his relationship with William Stryker?"

"They were father and son. But William believed Mutants were a disease. Even his wife was unable to accept it, and eventually took her own life."

As the man who had built the prison that held him, Magneto had dealt with William Stryker quite a bit over the past two or three years. But this was the first time he had heard of Jason Stryker.

Whenever William Stryker wanted to question him, he would use some kind of drug. At the time, Magneto had assumed it was merely some military-developed truth serum. He had never imagined he was being controlled on a deeper level.

Now that he had heard Professor X's explanation, he naturally cared about it, whether the focus was on his persecuted Mutant brethren or the drug itself.

"Fine, then where is the tragic protagonist of this story? Don't tell me that after taking control of this base, you still failed to secure even one person."

When the group reached Cerebro's spherical chamber, Professor X pointed in anguish at the ashes on the catwalk, barely maintaining the shape of a human seated in a wheelchair. "That is Jason Stryker, my former student."

Such a brutal death shocked everyone seeing it for the first time. Even Lady Deathstrike, who had