"Just as I thought..."
After returning to the Helicarrier's hangar, Miles looked at the strangely shaped silver-white helmet Hank had carefully taken out before him and murmured without surprise.
Yet unlike the ease in his words, his expression was complicated and unreadable.
Cerebro.
In the world of the X-Men, it had been Professor X Charles Xavier's personal enhancement equipment.
Its function was simple: it amplified a telepath's abilities to their absolute limit. With this on, Professor X's range could cover the entire Earth, or even farther. If he wanted, he could directly mind control every person in the world.
Compared to it, all of humanity's nuclear weapons fell far short in terms of strategic deterrence.
Of course, while its effects were powerful, Cerebro's requirements were also extremely harsh. At the very least, someone needed Alpha-level psychic abilities to withstand its terrifying mental burden.
Professor X always looked perfectly fine whenever he used Cerebro, simply because he was strong enough. A young Jean Grey had once worn it as well, but after enduring it for only a moment, she had nearly been crushed by the overwhelming torrent of information.
Miles had once thought that if he had remained in the original X-Men world, given how highly Charles regarded him, perhaps one day the old man would have left Cerebro to him.
And now, Cerebro from another universe was sitting right in front of him.
"I think you know what this is." Hank McCoy looked at Miles's complicated expression and said gravely, "This is the last legacy Professor X left behind in our universe. Scott and I argued for a long time over whether we should let you use it... after all, you should understand how dangerous it is."
"Yeah, I understand." Miles nodded, gathering his thoughts. "I'm not as reassuring as