The Death of Professor X

He took the opportunity to observe that every time they passed through a zone, the door would only open after a card swipe, a fingerprint scan, or an iris scan.

Every door was a high-specification alloy gate, the kind capable of withstanding missile strikes.

Clearly, the entire mutant prison was under maximum security.

Du Yang estimated that ordinary ninjutsu would be unable to breach the gates; even an attack in the state of Reverse Flow Triple might not be strong enough, leaving only the Power of Purification as a viable option.

But with so many doors, he would have to expend a considerable amount of his Power of Purification to cleanse them one by one.

Du Yang felt somewhat fortunate that he had made the decision not to launch a frontal assault; it was much wiser to fish in troubled waters.

After all, he was completely in the dark here, knowing nothing of the maps or the situation.

Lacking any so-called protagonist halo, he figured he should save his stamina wherever he could.

Upon entering the high-security experimental zone, he saw rows of transparent rooms.

Various experiments were being conducted inside the rooms, all of which looked incredibly bizarre.

Of course, some were simply operating theaters where mutants were tied up, firmly restrained, and then sliced open.

These mutants had mutant suppressors locked around their necks, and with a group of people surrounding them to keep them pinned down, they could only watch as they were dissected alive while struggling.

The researchers and doctors performing the dissections, however, were quite relaxed, chatting and laughing while operating their tools.

Fearing he might miss a detail, Du Yang decisively activated his Three-Tomoe Mangekyo Sharingan, taking in every detail of the experimental zone.

He discovered that once they reached the experimental zone, the authority of the prison guards dropped significantly.

These doctors and researchers clearly held much higher clearance.

Obtaining their eyeballs, fingers, and the like would make the prison break significantly more efficient.

Soon, the corresponding researchers in white coats came out to meet them.

The mutant being escorted immediately trembled in terror, his limbs twitching as he lost control of his bladder.

One prison guard laughed, "What are you afraid of? Haven't you had enough of these days? Getting on the operating table is your release."

"You should really thank us for putting your waste to good use."

The researcher in the white coat held a stack of documents, and after confirming that the mutant being escorted was indeed the one on the list, he said with satisfaction, "It is indeed Mutant No. 136. Then, please, bring him to the operating room for me."

The several prison guards nodded.

Just as one of the guards reached out to beat Mutant No. 136 again, Du Yang suddenly grabbed his swinging fist.

The guard looked at him, bewildered, and said, "Sen'er, what are you doing? Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Du Yang only said coldly, "I remember you. When we were active on the playground, I saw you beat a mutant to death with your own hands. Do you remember that mutant?"

A prison was a prison, after all; every week, these mutants had half a day of activity time on the playground.

The guard said with a look of disdain, "Is that all you wanted to say? I've beaten so many to death that I can't even count them on both hands; how would I remember that one?"

The next moment, a brilliant white light erupted from Du Yang's body, as pure and scorching as holy radiance, enveloping the guard before him without warning.

The instant the white light touched him, his outer skin was peeled away as if by invisible blades, instantly dissolving into the light. Immediately after, his muscles and tendons turned into scattering specks of light, evaporating along with his blood.

Finally, his internal organs disintegrated inch by inch within the halo, leaving only a stark white skeleton standing alone in place. Yet, even this skeleton could not remain for long; under the continuous illumination of the holy white light, it completely vanished without a trace.

Only a faint shimmer remained in the air, proving that what had just happened was no hallucination.

For a moment, the surrounding prison guards and researchers all wore expressions of extreme shock, looking at Du Yang in horror.

At this moment, in their eyes, Du Yang was a genuine prison guard; why would he attack his own colleague?

"My God, what have you done?"

"Sen'er, you've become a murderer!"

These people immediately fell into a panic.

"No, he's a mutant in disguise!"

"An escaped mutant, or an invading one?"

Everyone realized what was happening, their faces filled with panic.

They could never have imagined that a mutant would break out of prison or infiltrate this place.

The researchers, in particular, viewed mutants as nothing more than lab rats for their experiments.

By what means had this mutant managed to escape?

Du Yang merely sneered, and then, like an angel, he suddenly shot out numerous beams of pure white light from his body.

Within a three-meter radius, the flesh and blood of every human touched by the light dissolved completely, as if snow meeting a warm sun, leaving them no room to react.

Immediately after, screams erupted everywhere.

Du Yang began an indiscriminate attack; as he moved, the white light seemed to possess a will of its own, beginning to shine in all directions.

Under the illumination of the light, no one could escape; all were thoroughly purified.

Countless people vanished from the world before they could even let out a scream.

In an instant, the entire experimental zone had descended into chaos.

Whether they were researchers conducting experiments or surgeons performing operations, everyone began to flee in a panic.

The light acted like the sharpest of blades; those who were too slow to run were all completely eroded away.

Du Yang felt no psychological burden whatsoever; the prison guards he had killed each had their hands stained with the blood of many mutants.

The researchers were no different; countless mutants had died because of them, having never been granted the right to refuse.

Just as Du Yang was about to make his next move, he whipped his head around and suddenly saw Professor X standing behind him.

Professor X looked at him deeply, appearing quite disappointed, and immediately unleashed a powerful surge of psychic energy.

He had made his decision, a look of grim determination etched into his eyes.

Professor X said, "You are extremely dangerous in this state; I must guide you back to the right path."

The next moment, Du Yang immediately felt a powerful psychic force flooding into his mind. Professor X was attempting the same thing as before: to forcibly strip away and permanently seal every part of Du Yang's consciousness that he deemed "evil," "selfish," or "hypocritical."

However, this time he was holding nothing back, exerting his full strength.

The shockwaves of this power caused the lights in the experimental zone to flicker wildly, and the ground began to tremble incessantly.

Du Yang felt the strength of Professor X; his own will felt as though it were truly about to be split in two.

Even for a powerful Omega-level mutant, if one were to be caught off guard, it was possible to capsize in the gutter.

Yet, faced with such crude interference from Professor X, Du Yang's own mutant power erupted even more violently.

A pure, gentle white light, like early spring sunshine melting snow or clear spring water washing away filth, completely enveloped Professor X.

Professor X's expression froze.

The white light followed his own psychic connection, turning back to act upon him instead.

"This... this is..."

He muttered to himself, attempting to resist and construct a psychic barrier.

However, his psychic barrier was as good as non-existent before this light.

The white light shrouded his entire body.

A few seconds later, the light receded like a tide, withdrawing back into Du Yang's body.

Quiet returned to the area.

The lights stopped flickering, and the ground ceased its trembling.

Before Du Yang, there was no one.

There was no Professor X, no wheelchair, and not a single trace left behind to suggest he had ever existed.

There was no dust, no clothing, not even the slightest remnant of psychic energy.

He had been completely, on the level of existence itself, purified away.