Baldy cleared his throat and offered his own deduction first. "Sir, you are not a Mutant. I'm certain of that."
Beyonder asked tentatively, "Then am I an Inhuman?"
Baldy: "..."
This kid was too far gone. He needed a strong dose of medicine.
He held up one finger. "What number is this?"
"I have already learned all the mathematical knowledge on your planet. This represents one." Beyonder was certain.
Baldy held up two fingers. "What about this?"
This time, Beyonder was less certain. Two fingers could mean far too many things. A flood of possibilities came to mind, and he answered tentatively, "Infinity?"
Baldy: "..."
They were not even on the same wavelength. How the hell were they supposed to talk?
Beyonder was somewhat puzzled by the helplessness in his expression. Had he answered incorrectly? He asked, "What number do you say it is?"
They spent the next half hour discussing the matter of one and two.
Things like space and time were too abstract. Even with the Sorcerer Supreme's memories, Baldy could make no use of them.
To Beyonder, mages were no different from ordinary people. Their understanding of the world was vastly different, so Baldy decided to argue with Beyonder over the simple question of one and two.
Now that he was president, his temper had clearly grown.
Tony Stark was impressive, right? Even Captain America could not keep him in line—the biggest troublemaker in Marvel! And what happened? Stark was often scolded speechless by Baldy!
A man's bearing changed with his position. The cowardly air he had once possessed had greatly improved, and with the subtle boost from that small fragment of the Heart of the Universe, he now radiated righteousness and authority. He looked quite intimidating.
His fingers trembled slightly as he picked up two stones