"Making movies?"
"Not just making movies. I had a whole package of plans."
"For example, the Superhero Program and virtual reality games."
"The Superhero Program, I could understand, but what were these virtual reality games?" Charles Xavier asked doubtfully.
"In the virtual reality games I developed, everyone possessed superpowers and could fully experience them. Only by truly understanding Mutants would their fear of Mutants gradually fade."
Chen Xi waved a hand and spoke calmly.
"So that was how it was? I never expected your publicity strategy to be so thorough. Online games really were especially popular these days."
"Alright, I could agree to it. But as for whether those Mutant students agreed, I would have to ask for their opinions."
Charles Xavier had clearly been successfully talked into it by Chen Xi...
Jean Grey was just a little surprised. No matter how she listened to it, this guy's plan seemed to revolve around himself!
Could this damned smooth talker be planning to use Mutants as cheap labor?
After all, Mutants did not need special effects to make movies. They were practically twice as effective with half the effort.
She hurriedly pulled Chen Xi outside the reception room, eyed him suspiciously, and said, "Your main objective wasn't to make filming more convenient, with promoting the positive image of Mutants merely thrown in on the side, was it?"
"Hey, hey, hey, you actually suspected me?"
Chen Xi was immediately displeased. This time, he was sincerely helping the Mutants. It was rare for him to be this kindhearted...
"Really?"
Jean Grey continued staring at him skeptically, because she felt this plan sounded too lofty and impractical...
Could playing some lousy game and making a movie really change ideas ingrained in people's bones? Promoting superheroes was at least somewhat reliable.
"Time would prove that I was right."
Chen Xi stated this with great confidence, thinking, By then, it won't be something you can stop anymore.
When the wheels of the overwhelming trend came rolling in, no one would be able to stop his plan!!
For the sake of the epic-level mission, Chen Xi had already thrown caution to the wind.
This was all merely part of his conspiracy. The future he had just described was nothing more than a grand blueprint he had painted for Charles Xavier.
If Mutants wanted to achieve true independence, it was simply unrealistic unless they fought a decisive war. They had to fight one.
If Mutants won, they would establish a nation of their own.
If Mutants lost, they would completely become lab rats.
Since they did not dare make up their minds, he could only give them a push.
Making movies, the Superhero Program, especially virtual reality games—those were merely meant to deepen ordinary people's desire and greed for Mutant abilities...
When the contradiction between that desire and greed finally became impossible to reconcile, it would be like a powder keg packed with explosives, detonating the whole world with a boom!
The Young and Dangerous Hong Kong films back then had merely been movies, yet their influence had been terrifying beyond measure.
Homelander's actor had gotten too immersed in the role and threatened to kill people at an airport...
Joker's actor had never escaped the role for the rest of his life, until his death.
Weren't those all cases of getting too immersed in a role?
The virtual reality game he planned to develop would not be one of those things that claimed to be virtual reality just because you put on a pair of glasses...
He wanted to create a truly immersive game, one that could even simulate pain and touch!
By then, everything would be dreamlike and illusory.
Reality and virtuality would begin to blur together in people's memories.
The game character would be you, and you would be the game character!
When you could command the wind and rain in the game, possessing superpowers others envied, but could only be a weakling in reality...
That abyss-like disparity would slowly consume people!
As for those who might die unjustly because of his plan...
He could only say, go in peace. Once he had grown omniscient and omnipotent, he promised he would resurrect them...
For Chen Xi, if he was going to play, he would play big. He would directly establish a Mutant nation!
As for how many people would die, that was no longer something he needed to consider. History would remember their sacrifices anyway.
After leaving Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, something Chen Xi had expected all along still happened: Green Goblin appeared once more.
On camera, he shouted provocatively at all of New York.
"Spider-Man! Spider-Woman!! Why haven't you two come out to uphold justice yet?"
"Do you know? I prepared two incredibly grand fireworks shows for you."
Still, one had to admire the reporters who risked their lives for firsthand news. His surroundings were filled with wailing New York Police Department vehicles, and every officer stood ready with a gun, staring at him as sweat dripped from their foreheads...
Holding a loudspeaker, George Stacy loudly and sternly condemned Green Goblin's madness. They had clearly already released him, yet he had not repented and had come out to commit evil again!
Facing George Stacy's shout, Green Goblin burst into laughter.
"Dear Mr. George, I put quite a bit of effort into this grand fireworks performance. If you speak too loudly and scare me, I cannot guarantee that my hands and feet won't get nervous and stop obeying me."
"Hehe, I only have one request now: Spider-Man, Spider-Woman, and that Masked Superhero must show up."
"Then they must take off their masks in front of everyone and let the world see what they look like."
Green Goblin grinned crazily, looking every bit the lunatic!
A fireworks performance? Who did not know what a fireworks performance meant?
George Stacy was drenched in nervous sweat. Lunatics and perverts like this were too detestable. If there really was an explosion, who knew how many people would be buried with him!
And as the commissioner, he would definitely be out of a job!
"Fuck!! This bitch really is insane!"
George Stacy cursed under his breath, then looked at Green Goblin.
"Mr. Norman Osborn, we don't know who Spider-Man really is. Do you think we could contact him?"
George Stacy could only stall for time, constantly praying in his heart, You two, hurry up and come clean up this mess!
"Hehe, I never expected anything from useless trash like you. You are nothing more than messengers."
Green Goblin smiled disdainfully. These small fry only knew how to come out afterward and clean up the battlefield.
"Uh... yes, yes, yes. Then please don't get worked up."
Although George Stacy was unhappy inside, he still had to force a smile. Who would dare provoke a psychopath?
"Hey, Mr. Osborn, I'm here."
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