Erik "I Have It So Hard" Lehnsherr

After finishing their meal and drinks, the group rested for two hours at the hotel before boarding a private car to head to the Mutant Academy. It was a leisurely outing, with no hint of an impending major battle.

Deadpool remained withdrawn throughout, curled up in his leather chair with his knees drawn up to his chest. His washing machine was broken; the machine that used to tumble and tumble around with the sound of running water was now stuck. No matter what he tried, he couldn't change the fact that the washing machine had become the Fridge.

Cold and quiet, devoid of its former liveliness and restlessness!

Deadpool finds everything boring now, and Psylocke is starting to gravitate towards Russell again, which is really annoying, but what does it have to do with him?

From now on, we have no relationship whatsoever.

Deadpool's eerily quiet demeanor attracted considerable attention, much like how someone living next to a railway track, who falls asleep to the sound of the tracks every day, finds the sudden silence unsettling after moving.

During this time, Logan suspected that Deadpool had been switched and that the person in front of them now was Mystique.

Russell fired a shot, proving to the world that Deadpool is still Deadpool, only his smugness is severely depleted and he's currently in a loading state.

"Wade, what's wrong? You seem to be in a bad mood." Russell pushed aside the menacing Psylocke and plopped down opposite him, next to Deadpool.

Upon hearing this, Deadpool grasped at a straw. "Russell, my good brother, little Wilson is dying. Tell me, the Holy Light can heal him, right?"

Even if it could be cured, I wouldn't get treatment!

Russell remained puzzled. "Wade, what are you talking about? Who is Wilson Jr.?"

"Little Wilson is..."

Deadpool was about to shout when he suddenly remembered that family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, and this was something only the doctor should know. He leaned close to Russell's ear and whispered, "Little Wilson is... blah blah blah... he somehow... blah blah blah..."

Russell's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. He took a deep breath, his chest puffed out, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Wade, you said you're feeling down because you can't do it anymore, is that true?"

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The bus fell silent for a moment. The passengers froze for three seconds before withdrawing their disdainful looks and resuming their previous conversation, as if they hadn't heard anything at all.

What a considerate group of people, giving Deadpool plenty of face. If their eyes had been a little more tactful, it would have been even better!

Deadpool noticed the contempt on everyone's faces and wanted to slit his own throat immediately, but then he realized he wouldn't die and gave up the idea of suicide.

He covered Russell's mouth with his hand. "Dude, you did that on purpose."

Russell slapped Deadpool's hand away and said honestly, "No, I was just too surprised. You don't have a big brain to begin with, and now you're brain dead. I couldn't accept reality for a moment, so I shouted out."

"Come on, I know you too well, you're doing this on purpose..."

Deadpool froze, then grabbed Russell by the collar. "Russell, tell me honestly, did you do something to Wilson's death?"

"No."

Russell shook his head decisively. "If I had that ability, Wilson would definitely not be alive today."

That makes sense!

Deadpool nodded, Cairo's collar, smoothed it out for him, and said obsequiously, "Good brother, use your holy light to heal me, okay?"

"No problem, it's a piece of cake."

Russell used his Illumination Spell, shining his glowing palm over Deadpool's entire body. He wiped away imaginary sweat from his brow and asked with concern, "So, what did Wilson say?"

Deadpool leaned back in his chair, head tilted, and said listlessly, "He's gone. He told me I have to be strong from now on..."

Russell laughed inwardly, then came up with another wicked idea. "Wade, there's actually another way. I don't know if it will work, but you can try using this trick to win back Wilson."

"What trick?" Deadpool suddenly woke up.

"Don't you have a self-healing factor that allows you to Super Speed Recovery? Why not give it a try? It won't cost you anything."

Deadpool: "..."

On the other side, at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

Led by Charles, and flanked by Hank and Raven, three core members of the X-Men stood ready in the Academy Garden. Charles could sense that their presence was not being concealed, openly announcing... they've arrived!

Is it contempt or confidence?

Charles was unaware of this; all he knew was that after the previous two setbacks, the other party's arrogant behavior put him under immense pressure.

"Charles, relax. You're too serious. You're putting pressure on the students," Raven whispered.

Behind the three were the newly formed X-Men: Quicksilver Pietro, Jean Grey, Nightcrawler Wagner, and Shockwave Alex.

Laser Eyes is an exception; he hasn't mastered his powers yet. In contrast, his brother Alex is a qualified warrior, having been an X-Men ten years ago.

Alex's ability is to absorb Cosmic Energy such as radiation, electromagnetic fields, or heat from the environment and release it from various parts of his body, resulting in immense destructive power.

Quicksilver Pietro was there at Charles's invitation to see what kind of person his father Magneto Erik, really was, and whether he was the ruthless and Coldblood Butcher that everyone said he was.

Charles knew Pietro's mother, and out of concern for his good friend, he learned about Pietro's abilities as well.

Supersonic movement!

Although young, Pietro is as gifted as his father, having mastered his abilities at a young age. Charles believes that his abilities might be able to turn the tide at crucial moments.

Besides the seven X-Men, the other teachers and students in the academy were transferred to the air-raid shelter by school buses. There were many Mutants children with great potential, but they lacked practical experience in using their abilities, and staying on the battlefield would be a waste of their time.

Looking at the four young and powerful X-Men behind him, Charles's confidence soared. Each member of this team had their own strengths, and they might be able to deliver a crushing blow to their arrogant enemies.

"Today you can unleash your energy without worrying about hurting others. Wagner, your abilities are very important. Your primary task is to protect your teammates."

Charles offered a few words of encouragement, then looked at Mystique and said solemnly, "Raven, I'll hold off their Mind Stone user. You try to get close to Erik and see if you can find out where his family is being held."

Faced with a strong enemy and a weaker position, Charles decided to win over his best friend. If the plan succeeded, this battle should be in the bag.

"Clear!"

Raven nodded slightly and noticed that Charles looked serious. Following his gaze, she saw two limousines drive into the school gate.

"The enemy is coming!"

The way they made their entrance was somewhat unique, even a bit plain, but that didn't diminish Charles's attention to it. He locked his gaze on one of the cars, where the telepathic expert who made his Mind Stone pound was located.

Click!

The car door opened, Erik, dressed in a suit and sunglasses, stepped out, standing coldly beside the car. His inappropriate remarks had led Professor X to disqualify him from the competition, relegating him to the role of reserve player and bodyguard.

Four more figures emerged: Russell, Deadpool, Logan, and Psylocke. These four members of the X-Force were the main characters in today's battle.

Considering that Psylocke is just a minor character, Deadpool is out of sorts after his brother's death, Logan is reminiscing about the past while gazing at familiar figures, Russell is the main offensive force.

Russell thoroughly enjoyed it; beating up superheroes, or superhero teams, was his favorite thing.

"..."

The X-Men were a bit confused. The four opponents seemed to have little fighting spirit. Some were spacing out, while others were acting crazy. Were they really here to cause trouble?

Qin felt uneasy and subconsciously took two steps back. The middle-aged man with a full Bearded Man opposite her had been staring at her intently since she got out of the car, his eyes like those of a wolf.

Charles was puzzled, assuming that Russell and the other three lacked fighting spirit because, like Erik, they were controlled by those with Mind Stone abilities.

Just as he was about to say something, the black car window rolled down, revealing a gleaming head that smiled at him.

Professor X didn't get out of the car. After all, the combination of a wheelchair and Mind Stone would inevitably lead the other party to make certain assumptions, which would spoil the fun.

"Hiss!"

Charles's eyes flashed with a sharp light. There was no mistake, that familiar light—the mysterious man who had defeated him twice had appeared.

He asked impatiently, "Who are you? What is your purpose?"

Professor X chuckled, not answering Charles's question. His thick, long hair made him extremely envious... cough cough, extremely envious, and he sighed that youth was wonderful, "Let's get started, take over this school, and build a Mutants Utopia."

"Don't worry, leave the rest to us!" Erik said, bowing obsequiously. He didn't want to, but he couldn't beat the older ones, so he could only take his anger out on the younger ones.

And sure enough, he was already enjoying himself as soon as the scene started, loving the thrill of having Charles completely under his control.

"Erik, what... what are you doing?"

Charles couldn't accept it. He had thought his teammates were being blackmailed, but what he was seeing was clearly them enjoying themselves!

"What do you mean by 'what'? Didn't you see it all?"

Charles asked angrily, "Where is your pride and self-respect? How can you bow down to others so easily? Erik, is this still you?"

"Damn it, don't push your luck! You bastard who got the better deal and is now acting innocent!"

Erik Lehnsherr, feeling frustrated, cursed, "I'm so miserable!" He had been bullied by Charles, but Charles was still not satisfied and called him spineless.