"Across the multiverse's countless universes, everyone has innumerable counterparts and variants, each with differing personalities, just like us within the hive mind."
"The Apocalypse of this universe is different from the vast majority recorded in our historical data."
"Most versions of Apocalypse possess the ability to steal others' mutant abilities and make them their own."
"Only in this universe is Apocalypse's ability actually tied to love. When someone he loves also loves him, fulfilling that condition of mutual affection, Apocalypse can acquire their mutant ability without harming them."
"It's a very rare divergence between counterparts, just like Number One. All of us can manipulate technological items; only he operates through bioelectric propulsion."
A Brad wearing a white lab coat and half-rimmed glasses pointed at Number One, who was leaning in a corner.
Suddenly singled out, Number One scratched his ear irritably. He was in a foul mood.
Number One Brad, who had once sworn a solemn oath to become the third Brad god, had actually witnessed the birth of the fourth god-the God of Mutants from the mutants' parallel universe-without even realizing it.
"Hey.
"When did that happen? How come I suddenly have to fight for fifth place?"
Primordial Brad's projected consciousness glanced at him. "Even though Mass Transcendence sacrificed himself, you can't just ignore his existence. Mass Transcendence was third. You're behind the times."
Number One froze. He recalled that immense figure in the Blood Cross Universe, stretching all the way from Earth to the moon, and felt as uncomfortable as if a wad of phlegm were stuck in his throat.
In the end, Number One left the Main Camp base with a cold expression, seething with indignation. Who knew where he went to vent his anger.
Meanwhile, Primordial Brad downloaded all the War Horseman's data through the hive