In the blink of an eye, two months flew by.
For the ordinary people of this world, the past sixty days had been nothing short of a fantastical carnival that overturned everything they knew.
For Solomon, however, these had been two golden months of explosive, exponential expansion for Vought's business empire.
With Vought signing astronomical security contracts with governments around the world and launching an all-encompassing star-making publicity campaign, the conditions in which mutants lived had changed beyond recognition.
Once, mutants whose powers had awakened could only hide in dark sewers and remote farms, terrified that humans would burn them to death as monsters.
Now, Vought Tower's human resources department was swamped every day by long lines of mutants.
They did not need to save the world or endure separation and death. As long as their looks passed muster and their abilities were visually striking, they could sign that thick contract selling themselves away and immediately move into a penthouse apartment, enjoying spotlights, flowers, screams, and countless dollars.
In just two months, the number of superheroes registered under Vought had broken into five figures.
Like a tyrant sitting atop a mountain of gold, Solomon leisurely harvested the freshly credited superpower attributes every day.
And among these superheroes, the hottest, most undisputed superstar was none other than Magneto, Erik Lehnsherr.
On the streets of New York these days, all anyone had to do was look up to see Erik's stern face dominating the largest billboard in Times Square.
Product endorsement offers came pouring in like snowflakes, from limited-edition Rolex antimagnetic watches whose precision supposedly could not be distorted even by Magneto, to Magneto-branded heavy motorcycles, and even trendy jackets printed with his classic line, "Peace Is Never Given."
Although Erik himself utterly detested these commercial activities that put him on display