Big Orange quietly laid out her analysis. Jean was utterly baffled, but Wanda understood. She understood completely.
This guy was very similar to what Wanda had once gone through.
Many lunatics were like this. They could not correctly distinguish reality from illusion either, but they lacked the ability to alter any of it. They could only endure it passively until they finally suffered a mental breakdown and drove themselves insane.
The young member of the Beyonder Race before them, Wanda, and even Legion all possessed powerful Reality Alteration abilities. If they thought reality had a problem, they could simply change it. To them, the boundary between reality and illusion might as well not have existed.
The difference was that Wanda and Legion were relatively weak and could be healed, while this young Beyonder Race member was too fixated on the similarities between the two and had walked himself into a dead end.
He looked at Stark, then at Captain America, and suddenly seemed to come to a realization.
"Are all of you actually characters I imagined? You do not exist at all, and neither does this world!... That must be it! I saw the word 'Mutants' in your thoughts... That word is a little strange. Does that mean I am a Mutant? Or an Inhuman... a Skrull? No, I have already transcended everything. According to the existing logic, my race does not exist. Were those also things I imagined?"
The young Beyonder Race member continued muttering to himself. As his thoughts wavered, everyone discovered that their surroundings were constantly shifting.
Mountains and rivers, hills and swamps, wilderness and bustling city streets—one second they stood atop a mountain, and the next they were on the streets of Manhattan. The pedestrians around them stared in shock at their sudden appearance, unsure what