The Black King stared intently at Solomon in the seat of honor, his burning gaze never wavering. He eagerly awaited this supreme powerhouse's answer, waiting for him to join the game and create a new era for mutants together.
Moira's face was livid, her eyes filled with fury and coldness. Unable to restrain herself, she rebuked him sharply:
"You lunatic! You're a demon without a shred of humanity! You want to wipe out all human civilization for your own selfish desires. We will never let your scheme succeed. We'll fight to the death to stop you!"
Faced with Moira's furious accusations, the Black King merely gave her a fleeting glance before indifferently looking away, utterly dismissive.
In his eyes, a mere ordinary human did not even qualify to speak to him. Her anger and obstruction were nothing but an ant trying to shake a tree, making her all the more ridiculous.
Charles's expression grew utterly grave. Filled with disbelief and bewilderment at the absurdity, he was plunged into tremendous shock.
He had never encountered such an extreme, fanatical ideology for mutants.
"You're far too extreme!"
Charles spoke in a low voice, his tone filled with helplessness,
"Mutants and humans share the same origins. We're simply fellow humans with genetic mutations, not entirely different species. Humans have never been the inferior race you describe. Neither side has reached the point where one must destroy the other. We can absolutely coexist and thrive together. What we truly need to do is bridge our differences, dispel prejudice, and encourage humans and mutants to accept one another and live in peace-not unleash an apocalypse and slaughter everyone!"
The Black King gently shook his head, a trace of mockery flashing through his eyes. His tone carried the indifference of someone who had seen through the