Teaching Charles

They said gossip was human nature, and Lox's mind held a vast trove of exclusive information that ordinary people of this era had never even heard of.

After all, computer networks had only emerged in the 1860s. It was now 1962; the Cuban Missile Crisis had not even fully erupted, and many people did not even know what the internet was.

People got information about the outside world through television and radio on one hand, newspapers and the media on the other. Information simply did not circulate or spread as conveniently or rapidly as it would in the future.

Charles naturally knew that the conflict between the two camps was worsening. Not even twenty years had passed since the end of World War II, yet World War III—possibly a nuclear war—was already on the verge of breaking out.

Charles had been born during World War II, and living in the New World, he did not have a particularly deep understanding of that global conflict that had engulfed tens of millions.

But he understood one thing: when war came and order collapsed, vulnerable groups like mutants would suffer terribly.

Anyone in their right mind would not want a worldwide war to break out.

Especially someone like Charles, a moderate who had always sought to help mutants integrate into society. He did not even dare imagine what would happen to mutants if the leaders of those nations learned that a group of mutants had been fanning the flames and accelerating the burning fuse.

The witches burned at the stake during the Middle Ages would become the mutants' tomorrow.

"Stop him! We have to stop that madman before everything becomes irreversible!"

Charles tightly gripped Lox's hand. He suddenly realized that the mysterious man's hand was absurdly hard. Charles's own hand hurt from squeezing