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"Is that ... Hela?"

Luke recalled the slender figure he saw when he opened the underworld earlier and was a little uncertain.

It was just a quick glance, and he didn't see too much.

The slender figure in the green cloak finally seemed to look back.

"The fog, cold ... it should be the underworld, Hel."

Luke pondered for a moment and got the answer.

Asgard's God of Death was Hela, Odin's eldest daughter.

The other party was imprisoned in Hel, waiting for Ragnarok.

Almost all of the crises in Asgard could be summarized as family disputes.

It was nothing more than the younger brother being jealous of the older brother, father preferring older brother, sister despising her younger brothers ... and so on and so forth.

"The Gods of Death of different divine lineages have similar authority and therefore have a subtle connection."

Luke put away his thoughts and stopped thinking about them.

If he had an opportunity in the future, he should go to Asgard.

Compared to Loki and Thor, he felt that there was more room for cooperation between himself and Hela.

They were both 'Gods of Death'. They should get along, more or less.

'I'm the Sorcerer Supreme. I won't lose my confidence in front of Odin. '

Luke believed that in terms of strength, he was already qualified to compete with the King of the Gods and wouldn't be treated as an insignificant mortal by Asgard.

As a representative of earth and the Sorcerer Supreme, his status wasn't much worse than Odin.

'The Asgardians are notoriously bad at communicating in the Nine Realms. '

Luke thought of the information he had read in the Kamar Taj's library, that the guys who lived in the palace weren't very hospitable.

Not to mention Thor's foolish appearance, he had the wrong perception of Asgard.

People there were thought to be kind and passionate by nature.

As people know, when Asgard's Warriors Three, and Sif, came to earth in search of Thor, they directly commented that Midgard was a poor backwater place.

They treated people on earth in the same way that noble lords treated commoners.

Proud, condescending, and commanding.

Besides, Asgard itself was built on warfare and brutality.

The Aesir and the Vanir were incompatible and hated each other a long time ago.

Asgard didn't come into being until peace was reached and hostilities were resolved.

Later, Asgard, which was unified internally, had the ambition to compete for the throne of the Nine Realms.

They challenged the ruler of the time, the most powerful race of the Nine Realms, the Dark Elves.

Despite standing in the upper reaches of history, from the perspective of the latter...

This was a battle for justice, a great victory, which prevented the Nine Realms from sinking into darkness.

But Odin's father, the former King of the Gods who led Asgard to glory, was motivated by the idea of vying for the throne of power in the Nine Realms.

Later, the frost giants of Jotunheim challenged Asgard, but it was just a historical replay of the struggle for power.

The challenger was replaced by someone else.

In short, Asgard was a warrior race that revered force, expanded its territory through war, and eventually ruled the Nine Realms.

It would be overly naïve to have any wonderful fantasies about them.

Luke himself didn't rule out the possibility of a future conflict with Asgard.

According to his character, running into that kind of condescending, despising asshole, would always stir up more trouble.

"This is the end of the discussion about mummies and the Egyptian Gods of Death."

The Pharaoh's scepter that Luke was holding slowly disappeared as he threw Ahmanet into the underworld to work for free.

The dense black light in his eyes, which was frightening, also quietly dissipated.

Dr. Henry, who wasn't breathing well, finally breathed a sigh of relief and no longer felt the pressure.

"I have a somewhat premature suggestion about Prodigium."

Thinking back to the outside world, Luke spoke in a negotiating tone, "S.H.I.E.L.D. has a similar division and will contact and cooperate with the Magic Congress in the future."

"If Dr. Jekyll and the people behind you have no objections, they can consider joining them."

The smile on Dr. Henry's face was a little stiff. It sounded like a negotiation, but after careful consideration, Prodigium didn't have the qualifications to refuse.

"Don't think too much. It's just a suggestion and a friendly inquiry."

Luke patted the other on the shoulder and comforted.

He was slightly interested in the information about the monsters and mysterious collections stored in Prodigium.

If nothing else, the two secret books from 'The Mummy' world: The Black Book of the Dead and The Golden Book of Amun-Ra, were of great use.

As the newly appointed God of Death, Luke was trying to perfect his underworld.

However, the friendly attitude only had the opposite effect.

Dr. Henry thought that Superman could even handle the Egyptian God of Death, Set, and so Prodigium, like the mummy Princess Ahmanet, was more docile than Dr. Henry's pet, in front of Luke. He couldn't help but panic even more.

"General, Sir, you misunderstood."

Dr. Henry, who had the authority to make the decision, cleared his throat a few minutes later and said, "I was just thinking about moving the headquarters from London to New York or Washington, D.C."

"In this way, we can get closer to you, General. To bask under the light of justice, the beacon of light of humanity!"

Hiss!

Luke paused, a little shocked.

He didn't expect such a wide-eyed, decent-looking guy as Dr. Henry would be able to say such a flattering thing without any sense of decency.

"You don't have to, Dr. Jekyll."

Luke said with a straight face.

"I don't like to force people."

Dr. Henry shook his head again and again. He was determined to send Prodigium off to S.H.I.E.L.D. with a firm attitude.

After the back and forth between the two sides and the desire to push and pull, a consensus was finally reached.

"I say, Dr. Jekyll, you're French?"

Luke looked at the other side's eager look and asked curiously.

According to the usual process, shouldn't Luke be the one to pressure him a few times and entice and force Dr. Henry to get him to agree to it?

Why did Prodigium fall on their own accord before he even started?

"I was born in England, and I'm Scottish."

Dr. Henry didn't understand his meaning and replied seriously.

"Since Dr. Jekyll agrees, Prodigium will be a sub-agency of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the future."

Luke frowned slightly, as if remembering something, and added, "By the way, S.H.I.E.L.D is an international organization recognized by the World Security Council and doesn't belong to any country."

"Our goal is to strive for the common good and destiny of mankind."

Dr. Henry was puzzled at first, but after careful consideration, he understood.

Was this implying that the resources and energy of Prodigium only belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D and would have nothing to do with the federal government?

Dr. Henry's eyes sparkled. An individual who was strong on his own and didn't need to rely on others for support wouldn't like restrictions.

With Superman's strength, there was absolutely no need to obey the White House.

On the contrary, the President should worry about whether a Superman political government might emerge someday, leaving him and Congress in limbo.

Therefore, it seemed reasonable for Superman to focus on himself and ignore the existence of the White House.

"The General has a broad mind and is tolerant of the world."

Dr. Henry flattered and patted him on the back.

Luke smiled and ignored it.

The upright figure rose from the ground and shot into the sky.

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...

Half a month later.

Luke got up from the gentle valley.

Looking at the bedroom where the battle marks were left, the clothes flying everywhere, from the doorway to the bed, proved how intense the situation was.

'We can't keep enjoying things like this. '

Luke reflected on himself. He could only occasionally stop and pause on the road forward, but he could never stop moving forward.

After he finished dealing with the Egyptian mummies and the Prodigium part of the incident.

Before long, he appeared in the White House and attended a secret meeting.

The contents were strictly confidential and must not be spread to the outside world.

After all, the President was brainwashed, and the government almost became a personal tool for some people.

It was feared that such a story would provoke a strong public outcry and stir up public distrust of the federal government.

Although, many years from now...

There was a President who accomplished the amazing feat of returning to 'earth from the moon', and did just that.

As for Kang the Conqueror and Mister Sinister, they both passively became the 'top leaders of Hydra.'

Compared with 'a man from the future', 'mutants' had more of an identity.

Luke found Hydra more compelling and easier for the people to understand.

Anyway, those guys had always been very professional in taking the blame.

No one questioned the 'truth' that Luke told.

On the one hand, he had enough evidence.

On the other hand, truthfulness wasn't important.

After this incident, the President was bound to be partially responsible.

Either leave the White House with dignity or be impeached and get attacked.

This was actually a good thing for many people.

For example, other parties or politicians who were interested in the general election.

In Luke's opinion, these were just boring games, and he wasn't interested in paying attention to them.

Regardless of who the President represented in office, their attitude toward S.H.I.E.L.D. and Superman wouldn't change much.

The real work that was keeping Luke busy was the completion of the Mutant Academy.

As an honorary board member, he had just learned that the school had welcomed a talented student with incredible potential.

His name was Charles Francis Xavier.

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Luke pushed for the establishment of the Mutant Academy, and finally finalized the plan, and passed the congressional bill.

It was different from the private school of the bald professor of the future. It was a no-certification needed, no-qualification needed, no-federal-approval needed educational institution that couldn't be banned at any time and fined severely.

This institution belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D. It had a strong faculty, a wide range of certifications, a beautiful principal, and an honorary trustee -- Superman.

If they really opened enrollment to anyone, the threshold would be flattened by the number of people coming in.

If it weren't for the fact that the school only accepted mutants, the rich and famous upper-class elite would probably send their own children to the school.

After graduating, no matter in business or politics, they would be regarded as students taught by Superman.

What?

Are you saying Superman wouldn't attend classes at all and was only an honorary trustee?

It didn't matter, as long as there was a connection with him.

It was like those many people who went to prestigious schools for the golden plaque; it's not about studying well and improving every day.

Interpersonal communication, as well as sparkling personal resumes, was their real purpose.

And being from a prestigious school, or going to the same school as a celebrity, would always make other people show a bit more respect.

In American politics, there were already the 'Harvard clique' and 'Yale clique'.

The Supreme Court had nine top justices, all of whom came from Harvard and Yale law schools.

Many people say that you don't need to be a graduate of a prestigious school to be President, but if you want to be a Supreme Justice, you have to be from Columbia and Northwestern, not Harvard or Yale.

Anyway, Superman set out to set up a mutant academy, which attracted a lot of attention.

'In that case, young Charles should be the best in his class?'

Luke leaned back in the limo's back seat and closed the file that the White Queen had compiled and delivered.

They are on their way to Manhattan's Long Island, where the recently built Mutant Academy was located.

The original address was a private winery.

Later, due to poor management, it went bankrupt.

S.H.I.E.L.D. acquired it at a very low price and transformed it into an all-in-one modern campus.

The Mutant Academy was close to Howard Stark's estate and was considered a neighbor.

In the future, if he had nothing to do, he could still visit next door.

"Mental ability has always been rare. The fact that Charles was able to awaken his talent and master his abilities at such a young age, he's indeed a rare genius."

The White Queen lifted her hair behind her ears and whispered.

Most of the natural abilities of mutants are awakened in adolescence.

Intense emotions and rapid growth could easily activate the X-gene in their body.

If someone could awaken their abilities at a young age, their strength wouldn't be too bad.

Just a few people, Professor X, Magneto, the Phoenix Jean Grey, Mr. Fantastic's son Franklin ...

They're all powerhouses.

The worst was an Alpha-level powerhouse.

"By the way, he has a younger sister, called Raven, who's also a mutant."

The White Queen seemed to remember something and added.

"She can change her own cellular and tissue structure. Simply put, she can morph and take on the appearance of anyone, even subtle things like irises and fingerprints."

Luke raised an eyebrow, the future Professor X and Mystique had become his students.

The few leaders of the mutants, only Magneto, hadn't appeared.

Speaking of, he always thought that Professor X was someone with a protagonist role, inherited his parents' wealth at a young age, and adopted a sister who wasn't related by blood.

Both parents died, he got the car and the house, he had a beautiful sister and a best friend who shared affection and dislike for each other...

'He's more of a protagonist than I am!'

"I read that young Charles was born into a wealthy family in New York, and his father Brian Xavier was a scientist, who later joined the business community and became rich."

Luke put his mind at ease and asked, "How could he accept that his son is a mutant, or, to put it another way, how could he accept that his son is enrolled in a school for mutants?"

Such an approach, to use an inappropriate analogy, was tantamount to an elite sending their son to a school in the slums.

There was no doubt that they would bear some strange looks and criticism.

Although on the legislative front, Luke had already started to secretly push for the passage and implementation of a Mutant Registration Act and was ready to change the public perception.

This wasn't something that could be changed and achieved overnight. It took time to accept.

"I made a visit and met Charles's parents."

White Queen was studying hard on how to be a qualified Principal.

Since she ran away from home, she hadn't had a proper occupation or career.

After joining the Hellfire Club, he shouted slogans with Sebastian Shaw every day to brainwash their compatriots.

It didn't give people a sense of satisfaction and self-identity at all.

The White Queen was grateful to Luke for leaving the management of the Mutant Academy to her.

That night, when she sat 'there' and shook her waist, her movements were much more vigorous.

"Charles's parents were more open-minded and accepted their son's mutant status very early."

White Queen shook off the embarrassing picture in her mind and went on to say, "That child is much more mature and quiet than his peers. He has his own ideas and is very smart."

"The decision to adopt Raven was also a decision his parents made after he convinced them."

"He personally believes that a mutant academy is more appropriate than an ordinary private high school or an elite school."

Luke nodded his head. A psychic like Charles could listen to their hearts and read their thoughts.

It was too easy for him to guide the behavior of others.

What's more, he had been behaving like the perfect child, studying hard and listening quietly.

Every governess in charge of teaching young Charles had expressed the same sentiment --

This was a true prodigy, a genius!

'With very different family backgrounds and childhood experiences, it's no wonder that those two people would take opposite paths in the future. '

Luke remembered the personal file he had just read and let out a chuckle.

Born into a wealthy family in New York, young Charles was a lucky kid who grew up with a silver spoon.

Living in the castle-like mansion in Westchester, he had servants to take care of his daily life.

And his future best friend and partner, Magneto -- Erik Lehnsherr.

However, because of his Jewish identity, his family was persecuted, he was placed in a concentration camp and felt the cruelty of war.

There was a saying, 'unfortunate people spend their lives curing their childhood, and lucky people spend their lives being cured by their childhood'.

The two leaders of the mutants, Professor X and Magneto, couldn't be more appropriate for this.

Magneto, who saw his mother die in front of him, saw and experienced all the terrible things on earth, such as racial persecution and slaughter.

Naturally, it was hard for him to understand Charles's pacifism and conservatism, and thus he thought such behavior to be cowardice and weakness.

However, Charles, who had a happy family and a happy life, could only sympathize with Magneto's miserable childhood but couldn't feel it.

Such a concept led to the division of the mutants and the confrontation between the two camps.

"How many students have you accepted this year?"

Luke talked about the main business. He started to build an academy; in addition to wanting to give mutants a place to live, he was also taking into account the rapid changes in the future.

Superheroes, alien races, evil organizations, cosmic crisis ...

These were the eternal themes in the Marvel Universe.

Therefore, there was no harm in taking the lead and setting things up first.

"The total number of eligible candidates is thirty-one."

White Queen smiled a little helplessly.

On the one hand, many families still held conservative ideas about mutants.

On the other hand, about 30% of the mutants had significant genetic defects.

Either their appearance was much too different from ordinary people, or their ability was uncontrollable.

They were not eligible for enrollment and were referred to medical institutions at most.

"Not bad. There will be more and more in the future."

Luke was very satisfied. In his opinion, this wave of enrollment attracted future Professor X and Mystique to the door. It was quite successful.

It was equivalent to drawing ten times in a row and acquiring two legendary golden cards.

"Here we are."

Two iron doors opened up, and the limo slowly entered a vast private estate.

On the nameplate at the door were the words 'Cavill's School for Gifted Youngsters'.

That's the official name of the school.

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When the car entered the academy, the first thing people saw was a huge bronze statue.

The cloak looked as if it was billowing, waving in an arc.

The head was raised, showing a determined look.

It was as if the light of righteousness shone on his body.

With pure copper casting, the muscle lines were outlined, which fully interpreted the strong sense of strength.

It was Superman!

"Did you have to get ... this thing?"

Luke walked out of the car and found his statue standing in the most conspicuous place in the academy, feeling a little awkward.

"Frankly speaking, I'm not a big fan of creating a cult."

He had always firmly believed that if it weren't for reputation points, he would be a modest man with a low profile and no vanity.

Becoming an idol was Captain America's business.

The White Queen smiled and explained, "I specially asked someone to build this bronze statue. You are the symbol of the academy and the guarantee for mutants."

She knew very well that the public was gradually recognizing them, and they didn't win this treatment by themselves.

It was Luke who pushed it behind the scenes, which led to the current situation.

Superman, S.H.I.E.L.D, the influence of these two mountains was increasing.

No matter who wanted to climb the pyramid of power, it was impossible to ignore their existence.

The White House was busy with the next general election, waiting for a new owner.

Eisenhower and Kennedy Jr. were actively courting Superman.

In addition to the Army and Navy Departments, the Pentagon gradually came up with a saying of 'the Superman Department' -- most of its members came from various intelligence departments.

After all, the number of S.H.I.E.L.D agents had been expanding.

The CIA and the FBI were almost dried up.

Only this time, although Hoover felt aggrieved and bitter, he was afraid to say anything about it.

This time, it was different from the past, and provoking Superman was tantamount to looking for death right now.

"Well, take me to meet your talented students."

Luke nodded, acknowledging the existence of the bronze Superman statue.

It's better to put it here than to put it in a museum.

He didn't want to be dragged away by the Ministry of Defense in the future to do ideological education for young people.

Captain America's 'patriotic education video' was simply a public execution.

"The foundation of a great school is not only the teachers and the faculty, but also the reputation that makes the students feel proud and full of pride."

"Superman is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate."

The White Queen smiled triumphantly and walked ahead to lead the way.

Although Luke wasn't a mutant, he showed a sufficiently friendly attitude.

He could be a symbol of the academy for the gifted.

"The people in Congress didn't deceive me. The architectural layout and design are good."

Luke strolled along the shore of the lake towards the school building that stood behind the dense forest.

This mutant academy in Long Island was more secluded than the mansions and castles of Westchester.

In addition to the long white buildings, there were large lawns, forests, and beaches surrounding the area, which were beautiful and relaxing.

There was a private harbor attached to the west, where one could sail out to sea at any time.

...

...

In the dormitory, resting area.

"Raven, when you see Ms. Frost, you should show some respect."

Charles, who was dressed like a young adult with a bow tie and a suit, gave special instructions.

Standing in front of him was a little girl with red hair.

The round face is dotted with a few freckles.

The yellow pupils kept turning, appearing to be very spiritual.

"I know, Charles! You're so long-winded, just like Mr. Brian, always repeating things I already remember!"

The young Mystique, Raven, spoke with impatience.

Her attention was focused on the TV screen. She didn't take Charles's words to heart at all.

Ms. Frost was not a bad person, and she wouldn't hurt her.

Raven didn't understand why Charles was so nervous.

"She's a telepath, and she has similar powers to me."

Charles whispered.

"That's why during the last home visit, you were secretly thinking, 'Ms. Frost looks like a bad woman,' she should have heard that."

Raven was startled and took two steps backward, falling onto the couch with a loud 'plop'.

The face, dotted with a few small freckles, was full of panic.

"You're not lying to me, are you, Charles? I didn't mean to!"

Raven cried. Teachers and doctors were the two people she was most afraid of at the moment.

"Ms. Frost, she's not going to punish me, is she? She's not going to make me write essays or take points off my test, right?"

Compared to Charles, who was known as a 'child prodigy', Raven's academic performance was quite average.

In her opinion, exams were hell.

"If you could behave, maybe Ms. Frost wouldn't punish you."

Seeing that his naughty sister was frightened, Charles didn't say much.

In fact, this spoiled child was quite a headache.

There were all kinds of strange ideas in Raven's head and bizarre questions that even Charles couldn't answer sometimes.

For example—

"Charles, can you sing 'Star-Spangled Man With a Plan'?"

"Charles, do you know why Aunt Rose is sleeping with Uncle Pierre even though she's married to Uncle Johnny?"

"..."

For his sister Raven, who pestered him, Charles occasionally wondered if he made the right choice in taking in this girl who had '10,000 questions'.

"Remember! Act like a little lady, Raven!"

After repeating the instructions, Charles fixed his clothes and led his sister to the principal's office.

Ms. Frost said that an important guest was going to come today.

Compared with Captain America, who was popular in the surrounding area and popular in comics, Superman is the mature young Charles' real idol.

Precocious children often preferred to be different from others.

Peers of the same age love the exaggerated pecs, the star-spangled shield, and America's ass.

Charles, however, worshipped Superman's image, strength, and power.

He thought that this was the perfect human form.

"Hello, young Charles."

Luke, sitting in the principal's office, saw the young Professor X knocking on the door, followed by the reserved young girl, Raven.

He didn't regard the others as children, taking candy out of his pocket, or making childish jokes.

Even though Charles was very young, he was far more mature in thinking than his peers.

Treating people as equals made it easier to earn goodwill and trust.

"Hello, Mr. Principal."

Charles said with a solemn expression.

"Seeing you is the most exciting thing I've ever done other than convincing my parents to enroll in school!"

Although Luke was only an honorary trustee, Charles still chose to address him as 'principal'.

"Ms. Frost and I are delighted to have recruited such an outstanding student as yourself."

Luke smiled, not showing the slightest sign of disgust at Charles' overly formal tone.

'Ms. Frost...'

A question popped up in Charles's clever little brain.

'Where did White Queen go? She's the Principal, right?'

'Shouldn't she be here?'

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After about 20 minutes of meeting and chatting, Luke had a deeper understanding of the young Charles in front of him.

His conversation and manners were all trying to imitate adults.

With a serious tone, meticulous hair, bow tie, and suit.

It reminded Luke of 'Young Sheldon' -- an annoying person with severe cleanliness and an equally intelligent mind.

Young Charles' image highly overlapped with the other.

"Mr. Principal, the main reason why I want to be a member of this academy is that I need to find peers and my respect for you."

When Luke asked about the reasons for enrolling in school, Charles seemed to have written a draft before and seriously replied, "I found myself different when I was eight years old."

"One night, I was a little scared because of the movie I saw at night, 'Zorro'."

"The dark shadows, like bat-like monsters, scared me."

Luke's mouth twitched. 'This story seems familiar.'

In the universe, next door where the painting style was kept dark, every time the movie 'Zorro' was mentioned...

There would be a dark alley, a gunman, a string of fallen pearls, and … an orphan who lost his parents.

This classic scene would be repeated several times every once in a while.

If Erskine influenced Steve Rogers' life, and that cave in the Middle East changed Tony Stark...

That alley in Gotham was probably Batman's lifelong nightmare.

"I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so I pushed the door of my bedroom and stood in the hallway."

"Then I heard my parents arguing -- it was amazing how I could hear their conversation so clearly through a wall and a thick door."

"It's not just the conversation! It's also the words they kept bottled up and didn't voice out."

"I was like a radio that was out of control, receiving all the information from the outside world."

"All those confusing sounds, dark and scary thoughts, filled my head."

"After that, I had a very high fever for two days."

Charles's little face showed that he was having some flashbacks.

His natural ability, awakening quietly, appeared.

"You haven't told anyone else?"

Luke crossed his arms and held his chin up.

The tone of his voice was normal, but sometimes he would unconsciously sigh as if he was holding back something.

Charles, who had a keen observation ability, discovered this.

But he didn't take it to heart and continued, "No, Mr. Principal."

"This is my secret. I was afraid to say anything to anyone for fear of being admitted to a hospital or being subjected to some terrible treatment."

Charles's eyes couldn't help but show a touch of fear.

Although he was much more mature than his peers, after all, he was only a child.

In the face of unexpected surprises and an unpredictable future, he would still be frightened.

So, he chose to hide it.

"You did the right thing, Charles."

Luke nodded and agreed.

With both hands covering his face, it slightly twitched for a few moments.

His expressions also became odd, as if they were suffering from some kind of stimulation.

He underestimated the White Queen, and the other party's flexible tongue, which could tie cherry stems into knots, was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

His joystick was like the pottery touched by the heroine in the movie 'Ghost'.

The slippery feel, high-speed friction, spinning...

If Luke didn't have great perseverance, he wouldn't be able to endure such extreme 'torture'.

"I once thought that I was the only one in the world who was so different and could listen to the voices of others and read their thoughts."

Charles spoke a little emotionally, without taking into account that there was something wrong with the Principal, and turned to look at his sister, who was in a daze and wandering off in her own mind.

"Fortunately, when I met Raven, I realized that I wasn't unique, and I also had compatriots similar to me."

"Since then, I have paid special attention to the news about mutants."

"Until I heard your speech, Mr. Principal. I was deeply moved by your interpretation of freedom, equality, and human rights."

Charles's little face was full of sincerity, his eyes shining with glittering light, an emotion called 'admiration'.

"So, you were brave enough to confess your mutant identity to your parents and become the first student in this academy ... You're a good kid, Charles."

Luke was silent for a few seconds, leaned forward, and smiled, "You're very talented and have outstanding abilities. You will have a bright future."

"However, before you can tap into your potential, you must first look at yourself and accept yourself."

"Charles, you don't have to be nervous about your identity for fear of being looked at differently by others."

"The mutant gift is not some terrible curse or a painful disease -- at least not for you."

"It is a way to get rid of the ordinary and fly up to the sky. It is the key to open the door of evolution, allowing you to see the world from a different perspective."

Luke's mouth started his signature pep-talk, fully immersed in his role as a 'life coach'.

"But, Mr. Principal, human beings are afraid of the unknown."

Charles hesitated. He had been hiding his natural ability for fear of being discovered by others.

"If we come to the forefront and appear in the public eye, will it cause them to be wary and disgusted, leading to violent conflicts?"

It must be said that Charles was indeed a precocious child.

At his age, he was able to think about racial disputes and existential conflicts through the two camps of humans and mutants, which were already beyond his peers.

'The conservative, moderate nature is now evident. '

Luke smiled faintly and leaned forward, then slightly leaned back.

The tense face also relaxed a little.

Hiding one's ability to ensure harmony with humans and avoid violent conflicts ...

These were the guiding ideologies from Professor X.

But he didn't fully agree.

"You can't only see the downside of everything, Charles. We need to learn to look at the issues in a constructive way. Living space and ethnic disputes, these are all internal conflicts."

"If we want to resolve the problem, we have to shift our attention to external conflicts."

"Maybe in a few decades, our footprints won't be limited to the land, sea, and sky."

Luke said meaningfully. Every time something big happened, the minimum level was a cosmic level crisis.

The earth was a special planet, it was the origin of the ancient gods, and it was also secretly coveted by dimensional demons.

Every cosmic upheaval inevitably started with it or would eventually affect it.

Luke wasn't a passive person, and he liked to take the initiative.

Sooner or later, human beings would have to go out, then the problems of living space and racial disputes would gradually disappear and become a footnote in history.

At that time, the countries and people on this planet would need to face the three Galactic Empires, the Elders of the Universe, Thanos ...

They would soon understand their own insignificance and would know that internal conflict was meaningless.

"I see, Mr. Principal."

Charles seemed to have realized something and seriously nodded his head.

All internal contradictions could be diverted through external conflicts.

Compared with hostile alien races, mutants were insignificant.

But where were the aliens?

"The future will give you the answer."

Facing Charles's doubts, Luke mysteriously smiled.

But then, his smile froze.

Like a pumping machine, the strong suction force simply wrapped up one's soul.

"If there's nothing else, you can go out now."

Luke could articulate clearly and enunciate slowly.

Charles left the office with his sister. Before he closed the door, he looked at the Principal, who had his hands on the wide desk.

"Raven, did you see...? The Principal seems like he was in pain?"

Looking back on the conversation, Charles felt that Superman was suppressing something.

He was a telepath and had a very keen intuition in this respect.

"I'm hungry, Charles."

Raven said while covering her stomach and a naïve expression.

She didn't pay attention to the details at all. She just wanted to have an early snack.

"Hmm, maybe I was wrong."

Charles took his sister's hand and walked to the cafeteria.

And in the Principal's office, the White Queen, who 'wasn't there', wiped the corner of her mouth and glanced at Luke with mild amusement.

"Is this your first time?"

In her question, there was a certain kind of competitive sentiment.

"I tried it once with Malèna, but it was in an upscale restaurant."

Luke, answer honestly.

"Humph. Then we'll go to an upscale restaurant next time!"

The White Queen held her head high.

Although there was no thought of jealousy, she had a strong sense of ambition in this regard.

"Do you know that this will only benefit me?"

Luke loosened his tie. He wanted to have a serious meeting when he came.

However, the White Queen became a Principal for the first time, and she was excited about her career, so it was a little hard to calm her down.

"I can also give more benefits to you. What do you think about the 'female student who had to submit to the Principal for the sake of her exam results' ...?"

The White Queen spun around and tousled her blonde hair, making herself look more like a poor schoolgirl instead of a powerful Principal.

"Or, the 'arrogant and impolite female Principal and the strong and powerful security guard'."

Luke cleared his throat, picked up the cup on the table, and took a sip of water.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, he was a bit interested.

Role-playing was a game that everyone liked.

Men and women alike.

"Isn't it a little early for that?"

Luke acted like a decent person, barely keeping up his decent image.

The White Queen, however, pressed on. She enjoyed seeing Superman lose his cool.

"Principal Cavill, if you can give me an A in the final exam ... I'll do anything!"

This blonde beauty blinked her eyes and put her hands behind her back with an innocent look on her face.

Hissss!

'The game moved too fast.'

Luke lamented.

He decided to cooperate with the other's performance.

It's not because he couldn't hold back and give in to temptation.

He just wanted to play a role-playing game and do a good job as a principal.

Luke believed that he only had a superficial and shallow understanding of this profession.

He needed to dig deeper and more thoroughly into its significance.

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Pleasant times would always pass by quickly. By the time Luke was dressed, and the wet stains on his desk had evaporated, it was several hours later.

A large cloud came over, blocking out the blazing sun.

"Frankly, Emma, you deserve an A for your excellent performance and hands-on experience in this course!"

Luke leaned against the comfortable leather chair and praised her, "You're an outstanding student, not only with rich theoretical knowledge but also excellent practical skills."

The White Queen smiled and tied on the tie for the 'Principal' in a well-behaved manner.

Then, after sorting out her messy clothes, she got down to business.

Looking at the rosy-cheeked, refreshed White Queen, Luke couldn't help but feel a little impressed.

Obviously, it was such an exhausting and emotionally intense high-intensity exercise, but the other party wasn't tired at all.

This also confirmed that the relationship between a man and a woman was like that between a cow and a field.

No matter how hard the cow plowed, the field would only grow fertile and productive.

Superman, of course, had no trouble in this regard.

He was a pile-driving machine that never got tired, plowing deep into the land and sowing hard.

"You need to find teachers who are much more patient and better suited to education."

The White Queen sat on the edge of the desk, leaning sideways. Her hands pushed her sweat-stained blonde hair back from her cheeks.

Women are always concerned about their appearance.

The White Queen, who had spent her make-up, touched up her foundation and said, "Our students are still children and not only need an outstanding educational environment, they also need excellent teachers."

"Are you implying that a certain couple of brothers are not qualified?"

Luke picked his eyebrows.

The teachers of the mutant academy must be mutants.

This would allow the academy to maintain its independent operation and prevent infiltration by other forces.

It would also create a sense of belonging for those students as if they had come to a big family belonging to their compatriots. There would be no estrangement from the outside world.

Charles would rather confess his mutant status to his parents and sign up for the academy for the gifted, mainly because he wanted to find more compatriots.

The only problem was that not just anyone could handle the job of a teacher.

The academy currently offered several courses, including mandatory courses in national languages, national history, social sciences, and natural sciences.

There were elective courses in the arts, such as music and drama.

When students would move on to higher grades, there would be more rigorous combat classes.

Overall, the pressure to study wasn't too much.

However, the vast majority of mutant groups awakened their abilities during puberty.

Once their identity was exposed, they would be rejected and treated unkindly by the outside world.

This contributed to the fact that most of the mutants couldn't pass through the adolescent stage normally.

For example, the White Queen herself was an obvious example.

She ran away from home without finishing college and became a social outcast.

If it weren't for her excellent family background, ability, and knowledge, she wouldn't have been appointed by Luke as the Principal.

Brothers like Sabretooth and Wolverine had been wandering all year round and hadn't received any systematic education.

Apart from 'Motherfucker', it was 'Shit' and 'Bitch'; they could be classified as illiterate.

It was natural for them to have a lot of shortcomings as teachers.

"That's right."

The White Queen's expression turned cold and seemed dissatisfied.

"Victor is a PE teacher, yet he only takes his students to watch the Chicago Bears and New York Giants football games! Last week, I even saw him drinking in front of the students at school!"

"Logan is even worse. As a history teacher, he not only swears in class but also smokes cigars, making the classroom a terrible mess."

The White Queen felt indignant and wanted to directly expel these two black sheep who had infiltrated the teaching staff.

"Make do with it for the time being."

Luke shrugged his shoulders. He transferred Sabretooth and Wolverine, the pair of brothers, to become teachers, which was also an expedient measure.

"And, your sister, Kayla. She's doing very well, and she's also very popular with the students."

The White Queen's face softened when she heard her sister's name.

In fact, she also has her own personal feelings. The White Queen had never liked Logan, who stole her sister.

She also hated Sabretooth just because he was Logan's brother.

"When the academy is on track, we will find a more suitable group of teachers."

Luke, as an honorary school trustee, was still very concerned about the development of the academy for the gifted.

There were quite a few mutants who wanted to live a quiet life, and they could be recruited as teachers at that time.

The two of them discussed for a while and then went for tea.

Luke met Charles and Raven in the cafeteria, in addition to some other students.

Most of them were 13 to 15 years old, some were showing signs of abilities, and some had already awakened.

However, talented child prodigies with outstanding abilities in the alpha level like Charles were ultimately a minority.

"They are the future."

Luke said contentedly.

If this mutant academy could gradually grow stronger and enter the public eye.

In a few years, it would become the base camp of the mutant group in North America.

They would flock over to seek a stable life, just like the gold diggers in the great western Gold Rush.

"The future is theirs as well as ours."

The White Queen seemed to embody the feeling Sebastian Shaw had, the feeling of holding power and being believed in.

In a sense, she was a great leader of the mutant camp.

'Charles is in the bag, so where is Magneto?'

Luke's mind wandered, looking through the windows, across the green lawns and hills, into the great distances.

...

...

After the end of World War II, Germany was divided among the United States, Britain, France, and the Soviet Union according to the Yalta and Potsdam Agreements.

The four countries formed the Allied Control Council, which took over the supreme power of the country.

Before long, the Federal Republic of Germany would be established in the western occupation zone, and the Democratic Republic of Germany would be established in the Soviet occupation zone in the east.

Also known as 'West Germany' and 'East Germany'.

In a few years, the famous Berlin Wall was built.

Germany, which had provoked the First and Second World Wars, officially split into two sovereign states.

"Caliban... the man you're talking about is in Berlin?"

A tall figure covered in a long hood looked up at the devastated Berlin.

The city was ravaged by allied bombers back and forth, like the surface of the moon, full of potholes and gullies.

War was a cruel game in which the loser got nothing, and the winner took everything.

According to the resolution made at the Yalta Conference, Germany had to pay $20 billion in compensation during this time.

Of these, 10 billion was given to the Soviet Union, 8 billion to the United States, and the remaining 2 billion to other countries.

It wasn't until 2014, half a century later, that the German government paid off this huge 'foreign debt'.

"That's right, Lord Apocalypse."

Caliban followed behind. His perception was expanding, enveloping almost every corner of Berlin.

As long as they were mutants, it was impossible to avoid his search.

"After the end of World War II, a mutant organization called the Hellfire Club surfaced."

"Their leader was Sebastian Shaw, an alpha mutant. I once took the commission from him to find suitable compatriots for him."

"Among the names Shaw provided, there was a child named Erik Lehnsherr, an important 'commodity' he identified by name."

Apocalypse listened and stepped forward.

The streets of Berlin -- to be exact, the empty spaces cleared of debris -- were barely visible, like an empty city.

In World War II, Germany lost nearly 7 million adult males and almost exhausted its labor force.

A large number of captured German soldiers were sent to Siberia to work as coolies and died there.

That was to say, most of those who survived and stayed in Berlin were women and the elderly.

"Did you find him?"

Feeling the aura of war left behind in this land, Apocalypse eyes flashed.

In his view, human beings were despicable, backward, and arrogant low-level creatures.

They were greedy, so they plundered.

They were arrogant, so they were closed-minded.

They were short-sighted, so they were stupid.

So--

They needed a great leader, a great deity, a great ... Master!

That was him, Apocalypse!

"Found him. That kid, he's in the neighborhood."

Caliban said as he bowed down.

These days, he had fully seen Apocalypse's strength.

It was easy for him to upgrade mutants and make up for the existing genetic defects.

And, what's even more frightening...

Apocalypse mastered countless innate abilities, such as teleportation, energy projection, and so on, which could be used with every gesture, completely breaking the limits of the mutant level.

"I wonder if that child will be destined to be a Four Horsemen member."

Apocalypse held Caliban's shoulder and read his thoughts to learn the precise location.

A passage then opened up and wrapped the two people into it.

In almost a blink of an eye, they crossed the distance of the city and appeared in front of a dirty child wearing a pageboy cap.

"Erik Lehnsherr?"

Apocalypse looked at the other party. The child's face was reflected in his eyes.

Erik, holding a bag of bread, was full of vigilance.

Thinking these two guys were trying to rob him and he subconsciously used his powers.

The trash can in the alley, the reinforced concrete bars, and all the metal objects flew towards Apocalypse.

"Don't be nervous. I'm here to help you, Erik."

Apocalypse said in a deep voice.

With just a thought, those oncoming miscellaneous objects were uniformly broken into particles.

"Magnetic force ... You have so much more potential than that, Erik."

Apocalypse's eyes glowed as if he had seen a gold mine that hadn't been mined yet.

He stepped forward and mentally invaded his opponent's mind, reading the memories that were buried deep in his heart.

Erik's face showed pain. The bag of bread in his arms fell to the ground, and he slowly knelt down with his hands on his head.

"Hatred, hatred, hatred ... Yes, that's right! Ignite the world with anger!"

Apocalypse stimulated the other party's memory and aroused the anger hidden at the bottom of his heart.

He found the first Four Horsemen!

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A few days later, Luke, who was staying in S.H.I.E.L.D., received the information from Berlin, Germany.

"Apocalypse appeared ..."

The young Director rubbed his chin and considered how to solve this unstable factor.

Although Apocalypse was the God of Mutants, proficient in various abilities and tenacious vitality, even the Phoenix Force couldn't completely kill him.

However, Luke had the Tenth Metal.

If he really wanted to get rid of Apocalypse, he wasn't without a solution.

'I've always been a man of peace. It's too rude to fight and kill at every turn.'

Luke leaned back in his seat and thought so.

According to his understanding of Apocalypse, the former Pharaoh woke up and figured out the world's current situation.

He would inevitably start looking for 'The Four Horsemen' -- meaning, looking for four potential mutants, strengthening their talent and ability, and turning them into his four main fighters.

To conquer the world and establish an empire on his behalf.

After all, he was the great Pharaoh, the great deity.

If he did everything by himself, it wouldn't look good.

"Germany, Berlin ..."

Luke curled his lips at the thought that Magneto was a Jewish German.

Apocalypse's goal was probably one of the leaders of future mutants, Erik Lehnsherr.

"Not even letting a child go. This should be child abduction."

Luke spat.

Young Magneto, even without the help of Apocalypse, was already at an alpha level.

It was far from the level of strength that could manipulate the magnetic field in the center of the earth and tear the planet apart.

Even if he took Magneto under his wing, there was no use.

'Wait and see, letting Apocalypse take the initiative to jump out could be a good thing. When the time comes, it could increase reputation.'

Luke shrugged off the complicated thoughts and closed the report.

If the world was compared to a huge stage, Superman would be one of the brightest and most dazzling presences.

Any hero would always need some vicious and ruthless villains to set off their own greatness, bringing light and justice to the world.

For example, America often presented itself as a beacon of democracy and freedom, while the Soviet Union's Red Bear acted as the antagonist.

But Superman didn't need to create an enemy to secure his position.

Because in the Marvel Universe, various evil villains would emerge one after another.

Before Kang the Conqueror, there was Mister Sinister.

Because of their messy deaths, and the need for confidentiality, he was unable to make it public, and they failed to shoulder this 'difficult responsibility.'

Now, it seemed like Apocalypse had become a suitable candidate.

Knock, knock.

The knock on the door interrupted Luke's thinking and planning.

"It's really not easy to see you, Director Cavill."

Captain America, who returned to Brooklyn, walked into the office with a familiar smile around his lips.

He visited S.H.I.E.L.D. several times, but most of the time, Luke wasn't even in the office.

"If you are someone else, you would have to make an appointment at the front desk and wait in line."

Faced with Rogers's jokes, Luke also responded with a joke.

After Superman returned, he settled the Egyptian mummy problem and took away Set's power.

He participated in a secret meeting at the White House and indulged in a little bit of pleasure in a warm embrace.

It was only recently that he got back to work, clocking in at S.H.I.E.L.D. every day on schedule.

With several jobs and very high status, Luke was indeed a very busy man.

Compared with the President in the White House, he didn't need to face interviews, participate in political shows, reveal his 'people-friendly' side, and say embarrassing things.

The heavy work in other areas wasn't much different.

S.H.I.E.L.D was now a large organization, with agents and spies worldwide, forming a secret intelligence network.

The mobilization of tens of thousands of people, as well as various plans for secretly establishing and executing projects, all needed to be reviewed by him.

In addition to the above schedule, there were endless meetings in the Pentagon, successive invitations from various interest groups, and so on.

If Luke weren't proficient in time management and needed to spend too much time sleeping every day, he would have been overwhelmed.

Well, once in a while, he wanted to send warm greetings to Carter, Malèna, and others.

In this way, Luke was even busier than the President.

"Haha, so should I call you Director or General?"

Rogers drew back his chair, and the secretary outside brought a cup of coffee in time.

"So, should I call you Captain America or Colonel Rogers?"

Luke returned his words.

The two of them looked at each other and let out a pleasant laugh.

After exchanging a few pleasantries and adjusting the atmosphere...

Luke went straight to the point and asked, "What did you get out of your time in the Soviet Union?"

Captain America was supposed to go to Moscow to find Bucky's whereabouts, but he hurried back to New York because Superman had disappeared.

"I confirmed Bucky fell into the hands of Leviathan after a round of struggle with the agents of the Red House. The entire city of Moscow is under KGB surveillance, but in reality, the real one in control of everything is the Red House and Leviathan behind it."

Colonel Rogers's face looked somber. It wasn't long before he lurked in Moscow and was noticed by agents from the Red House.

He almost fell in love with the other and became a prisoner of Leviathan.

"It sounds thrilling and exciting, like the plot of a secret agent movie."

Luke smiled.

Speaking of which, he was preparing to fight against Hydra.

it wasn't easy for him to free up his hand, just to finish that quest --

[Side quests: The arrival of a new era, the rebirth of Hydra!]

After scanning the quest list, Luke was quite excited.

The reward was a Kryptonian spaceship!

If he unlocked it, exchanged it, and carried out a replication project, maybe in a few decades, the Earth would enter an era of interstellar colonization.

To say the least, owning a spaceship capable of wormhole jumps was a good thing for Superman, who wanted to conquer the starry sea.

"Steve, have you ever thought about the fact that Bucky has been in Leviathan's hands for so long... maybe he's no longer the old friend we know."

Luke collected his thoughts and started to prepare Captain America mentally.

In case he met the brainwashed Winter Soldier, Rogers would definitely suffer a big loss.

"He might actually become a cold-blooded killer, an emotionless tool, or a machine."

Luke was earnest as he reminded him.

The smile on Rogers's face slightly froze.

This was something that he didn't want to think about.

If one day, he and Bucky were on opposite sides and had to be enemies, what would he do?

Captain America's moral bottom line certainly wouldn't tolerate Bucky's indiscriminate killing of innocent people covered in blood.

But he couldn't possibly kill his former best friend, placing righteousness above family.

This was an extremely difficult choice.

"If there's such a day, I'll try my best to bring Bucky back! Even if he becomes a jerk, I believe that some things can't be changed!"

Rogers was silent for a long time and finally said so.

This sincere confession simply made Luke want to send 'tears' out to the world.

If it weren't for the fact that Captain America had already had a girlfriend and exhibited a normal sexual orientation.

He would definitely doubt whether there was some hidden relationship between these two men.

"It's not that bad. Maybe Bucky is just ... On the bright side, at least he's still alive, right?"

Luke reassured and looked on the bright side.

"By the way, would you like to join the team and go to Moscow?"

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Captain America just laughed bitterly, thinking that Luke's method of comforting people was too poor.

But when he heard the second half of the sentence, his expression changed, as if he was shocked.

Rogers had no idea that Luke would take the initiative to go to Moscow.

Unlike when they infiltrated Sicily and conquered Rome.

Now he was a Lieutenant General, a very high position.

The safety and security of this individual could even affect the global situation.

At this time, he was taking a personal risk -- although no one could threaten Superman.

If he went to Moscow, it would undoubtedly add unpredictable risks to his own security.

"You don't have to do this."

Rogers was a little touched.

He thought Luke was trying to save Bucky, which was why he left his job and took time off to go to Moscow.

"I will continue to find Bucky's whereabouts and rescue him -- that's my mission."

Captain America pursed his lips and spoke earnestly.

"Bucky and I owe you too much, Luke, whether in Brooklyn or on the battlefield of World War II."

"There are some responsibilities that I should take up myself."

Luke's mouth twitched. He felt that Rogers had misunderstood something.

He simply wanted to bring the remnants of Hydra hidden in the Soviet Union together and complete the side quest that offered great rewards.

"Bucky is also my friend. I have an obligation to save him from Leviathan's hands."

After a few seconds of contemplation, Luke stepped back and spoke righteously.

"Colonel Rogers, you only need to follow orders."

Captain America's face looked tense. After a few seconds, he stood up and looked at Luke, who wasn't joking.

"Yes, Sir."

Rogers saluted.

...

On the other side of the world, Baron Strucker, the leader of Hydra, sneezed.

He rubbed his nose and habitually complained about the weather in Moscow.

"Mister Sinister died in Superman's hands, but we obtained his cloning technology."

Baron Strucker held his arms around his chest, looked out the window at the Red Square, and confidently said, "This country will soon fall into my hands!

"The Hydra flag will replace the Red!"

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Hydra, as the villain of the Marvel Universe, was an evergreen tree and a professional 'blame taking' organization.

Adhering to the basic principle of doing things behind the scenes and never keeping one's peace.

Even if their leader, Red Skull, had gone on a vacation to an alien planet.

Even if the alliance of the Axis Powers collapsed and Berlin was defeated.

Even if there was Superman to deter the world ...

But no matter how serious the situation was, the remnants were led by Baron Strucker.

They were still trying to overcome the difficulties and strive to complete the mission of becoming the villains.

This conscientious and diligent work attitude was simply touching.

At this time, Baron Strucker didn't know that a big red word, 'Danger,' had appeared on Hydra's head.

He didn't even know that some Superman was planning to attack him personally.

He was ambitious, wanting to draw nourishment from the Red Bear that stood on the snowy plains and developed in silence.

With the strength of this superpower, a new Hydra empire would be established.

"This country is like a giant with two legs of different lengths. It will fall down one day sooner or later."

Baron Strucker held his monocle and looked at the Red Square outside the window.

"All we have to do is wait. Wait for the collapse of the red empire, and then revive our great empire on its corpse."

Hydra, under his leadership, reached a cooperative relationship with Leviathan, their former nemesis.

The latter was also a long-established and ancient organization, named after the Biblical symbol of the evil sea monster.

After the changes in the times, the power changed.

Leviathan's original goals had been blurred and transformed into a tool in the hands of ambitious and conniving individuals.

They had early roots in Tsarist Russia, and the assassinations of Peter III and Ivan the Great were all linked to Leviathan.

This was probably the reason why both organizations used sea monsters as their icons.

Between Leviathan and Hydra, there was a big disagreement.

Both sides liked to hide behind their countries and play political games to influence the world by manipulating the top echelons.

In World War II, Hydra chose the Axis of Evil, Germany, and that mustached Fuhrer.

On the other hand, Leviathan put all their chips on the Allied front and took a fancy to the Soviet Union, which had done so well in the 'Great Patriotic War' and was incredibly resilient.

Leviathan proved to be slightly better than Hydra in terms of investment insight.

With the disappearance of Red Skull, Hydra's main forces collapsed.

Later on, General Sankt in Berlin made three Aryan Supermen in an attempt to recover from the defeat of the Axis.

But it was still useless. The real Superman wasn't on their side.

The fate of a country depended on the efforts of individuals, as well as on the progress of history.

After the loss of Hydra, the loss of the Fuhrer, and the loss of the Aryan Supermen, Germany was doomed to fail.

After all, this wasn't the world of 'The Man in the High Castle'.

"Leviathan's people don't think so. They hope that the Soviet Union will smash America into the dust and become the world's only superpower."

In a well-heated room, the first-generation Baron Zemo sneered.

In response to Superman, Leviathan secretly pushed the Soviet Union to start a body modification program.

For example, the 'Red Guardian' was a project started to reproduce the super-soldier, Captain America.

On the surface, it was to get a warrior as powerful as Captain America.

But Zemo knew that every country wanted to have its own 'Superman'.

The only information that could be confirmed so far was that before Superman appeared, he participated in the US military's Super Soldier program and was injected with a serum developed by Dr. Abraham Erskine.

As for why there was such a big gap between Captain America and Superman...

The outside world could only blame the different effects of the serum on individuals and … some variations in the details.

"Superman's existence in this world is a miracle!"

Baron Strucker said so as he thought of Superman, who appeared in Paris like a god.

"And miracles are often impossible to replicate."

Zemo nodded in agreement, with a trace of gloom in his eyes.

There was no doubt that Superman was the Sword of Damocles, hanging over the heads of every country.

No one knew when it would fall, just as no one knew when Superman would break through the ceiling and appear in front of them.

"Baron, after my long observation of Superman," Zemo's voice sounded a little annoyed through the mask, "He's completely different from Captain America."

"Captain America, Steve Rogers, has some strong beliefs, like the flag, like freedom, and morality."

"But Superman, although many people call him a 'beacon of light', he does not belong to any particular side, judging from his past actions."

The first-generation Zemo was the backbone of Hydra's remnant party and also Baron Strucker's confidant.

He was mainly responsible for intelligence work and often fought with the agents from S.H.I.E.L.D. in a battle of wits and espionage.

Superman, Captain America, Howard Stark ... They were the focus of Hydra's attention.

Zemo was like an avid fan and had seen all of Superman's videos and public speeches.

Combined with his post-World War II exploits, he tentatively concluded that Luke Cavill, the Pentagon's youngest Lieutenant General, seemed more like an opportunist.

"You mean Superman can be pulled in by Hydra?"

Baron Strucker frowned.

'If Superman joins Hydra, what should I do?'

'Retire?'

"There's no way to pull him in, and Hydra has no bargaining chips that could move him."

Zemo shook his head. The other party had reached his peak in terms of power and prestige.

"I think that there are some old-fashioned but practical ways to do this."

"Superman… isn't a god after all. He would still have feelings."

Baron Strucker seemed to understand what Zemo meant, and his expression turned a bit odd.

"Honey trap? Isn't it too outdated?"

The bald baron who led Hydra's remnant party found it hard to believe that the high and mighty Superman would be interested in women.

"We can have a try. I can't find any opening in Superman except for the gossip and scandal in his personal life."

Zemo said helplessly.

If one couldn't solve the problem by violent means, then one could only adopt a soft approach.

Baron Strucker was skeptical. He wasn't good with women himself.

Apart from power and ambition to fill his empty heart, everything else was dispensable.

Thinking that people were like him, baron-baldhead subconsciously believed that Superman should also be a puritanical ruler.

Wouldn't it be more attractive to rule the world and build great achievements than to roll in the sheets?

These days, there weren't many people who had pure ambitions like Baron Strucker.

With so many female agents in Leviathan's Red Room, it might be a good idea to find a better 'Sparrow.'

Zemo suggested.

Baron Strucker was indecisive. He thought for a few minutes and nodded in agreement.

Although he wasn't optimistic about Zemo's plan, it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.

Anyway, Hydra and Leviathan reached a cooperation, the former shared the research data of the super-soldier serum, and the latter provided shelter.

"I'll talk to Taras to pick a suitable candidate."

Baron Strucker spoke in a deep voice.

Taras was the leader of the Red Room and one of the most reputable master spy.

The KGB, known as the 'National Security Council of the Soviet Union', was established and organized by him.

Later, Taras retired behind the scenes and took over the Red Room, a spy training institution attached to Leviathan.

Every 'Black Widow' has been mentored and trained by him.

"Taras would be happy to take on this challenge."

Zemo chuckled.

"Red Room's Black Widow is so well known that even Captain America almost got caught up in the game."

"Maybe they could really cheat Superman and complete the task."

...

...

In a red building located in the mountains, a bearded middle-aged man with tough facial features and a mustache put down his phone.

"Against Superman?"

He slightly frowned and took out a file from the drawer to his right.

His fingers flipped through the pages as if looking for something.

Every page was personal information, with a photo of a young girl attached to each page.

They had immature faces and innocent eyes.

The Soviet Union became one of the winners of World War II, but at the cost of more than 26 million lives.

The war broke countless families.

Many children had become orphans.

Every year, the Red Room would select some children and train them to become spies and agents.

Among them, there were men and women.

The males would be given the codenamed 'Raven,' and the females would be given the codename 'Sparrow'.

What they did most often was to act as spies and conduct espionage.

Most of them adopted the 'honey trap' to lure their targets and make them unknowingly disclose high-level secrets.

At the same time, they would blackmail, buy or turn people against each other with some 'pornographic evidence'.

"Those Hydra fools, they think they can gain Superman's trust by sending a woman there?"

Thinking of what Baron Strucker said on the phone, the master spy named 'Taras' showed a disdainful smile at the amateurs.

For the kind of low-level spying above, just give it to the KGB.

What the Red Room could accomplish was the more difficult infiltration, concealment, and assassination.

"Claire..."

Taras's fingers stopped flipping through the files and gazed at a blonde girl.

This was the first 'Black Widow" of the Red Room, a world-class ballet dancer, and a respected artist -- this was only her superficial identity.

Secretly, she was actually the number one spy in the Red Room, a socialite trained by Taras.

Specializing in the upper echelons of the Soviet Union, as well as celebrities outside, she held the secrets of many dignitaries.

Relying on the 'Black Widow,' Leviathan completed the infiltration into the Soviet Union and stole power.

"She has appeared in public too many times."

Taras thought for a moment and shook his head.

Familiar faces were too inconvenient for him to use in a plan, and a romantic encounter between a ballet dancer and Superman wasn't attractive enough.

He kept turning.

"Egorova ..."

Taras saw a girl in a red dress with a stunning look.

"I need someone a little younger, preferably a newcomer."

The Egorova in the photo belonged to the glamorous type, which could arouse the hormones of any male creature, but it couldn't completely arouse a man's desire to protect.

He kept scrolling and went to the last page.

Talas raised his mouth and whispered, "Romanova…."

In the photo, there was a young girl with long red hair, both young and attractive, like a budding flower.

"That's her."

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A beauty scheme against Superman began unfolding under Taras's careful design.

Leviathan, behind the Red Room, worked together with Hydra.

They set the stage in Moscow, and the show was scheduled for the 'Red Square Conference' a week later --

A dialogue between the Western camp, represented by the United States, and the Eastern camp, represented by the Soviet Union, about the Cuban regime.

At that time, Superman would attend.

It was the best time to carry out the plan.

Although actively provoked by Kang the Conqueror, the signs of the Cold War were a little earlier than before.

However, at this time, the Warsaw Pact wasn't officially established yet.

The Red Bear and Bald Eagle didn't completely fall out and enter a state of war.

The two superpowers, who could barely maintain basic courtesy, hadn't reached the point where they were about to fight, rolling up their sleeves.

In fact, the short-lived peace was due to the return of Superman.

It was he who acted as the boundary of peace between the eastern and western camps.

The White House was unable to use Superman as a strategic weapon to intimidate the East.

Despite many hints from the President, Luke remained indifferent.

For example, keywords such as 'world domination' and 'sole hegemony' were automatically blocked.

While the Soviets were wary, they could only keep trying at the edge of danger.

But they were too afraid to cross the bottom line for fear of provoking Superman.

If they followed this trajectory, they would continue to develop.

The sprout of a cold war might have been nipped in the bud.

Of course, the premise was --

Superman would always be around and wouldn't show any preference or position.

Unknowingly, Luke had become an important factor in the stability of the world.

"Clark Kent, welcome to Moscow."

A few days later, Luke walked out of Domodedovo International Airport, and the receptionist greeted him.

That's right, he wore those [Clark Kent Glasses] and automatically assumed a disguise - a brand new image of a tall, sunny-looking man with a pinch of curly hair.

His current status was Superman's secretary.

"Miss... what should I call you?"

He arrived in the capital city of Moscow in style as Captain America's colleague.

Because that face was too flashy, plus the extremely conspicuous American ass, exaggerated pectoral muscles...

They could only sneak in secretly and wait for a rendezvous.

"Dominika Egorova."

The blonde told him her name.

She was tall and beautiful.

There was a mature style in her gestures.

"Hello, Ms. Egorova."

Luke took a brief glance. The mature lady who came to the reception was wearing a beige trench coat, a winter hat, blonde hair, and beautiful skin, which was extremely charming.

'I wonder if she belongs to the Red Room or KGB?'

At the moment when Ms. Egorova appeared, he realized that she wasn't an ordinary person.

No matter how good the disguise may be, as long as they had been trained, it would leave traces.

So, in front of Luke, who had super-vision, Ms. Egorova had too many flaws.

The extremely flexible, charming body and the strength in her limbs couldn't be hidden from his eyes.

"You can just call me by my first name."

Egorova smiled sweetly as she pulled open the car door for Luke.

"Okay. Nice to meet you."

Luke got into the car and nodded with a smile.

"Who is this?"

He leaned back and found that the driver was also a woman.

Compared to Egorova, the other side looked a little more mature.

The brows and eyes revealed a charming grace.

Like a ripe peach, you can't help but want to take a bite and taste the plumpness and sweetness of the juice in your heart.

Psst!

'Something isn't right!'

Luke's heart thumped. 'Where did my disguise go wrong?'

'I just got off the plane in Moscow and was targeted by two beautiful spies?'

'Excuse me, what kind of experience is this?'

'I'm just an ordinary secretary. '

If Luke used his real identity, Red Room and KGB would call up more than 200 beauties.

But he was currently Clark Kent, just a little handsome curly-haired man.

'There was no need to invest so much, right?'

"Hello, Mr. Kent."

The female driver's eyes were shifting, as if with electricity, causing a little tingling.

That's the beauty of a mature woman. All it took was a look, and someone could get a slight hard-on as a sign of respect.

Luke, a veteran driver who had seen a lot of scenes and was well versed in all kinds of positions, didn't lose his cool and calmly asked, "Before I came to Moscow, everyone said that the most beautiful scenery in the city was in the Kremlin and Arbat Street."

"Now, it seems that this isn't the case. I don't believe those two places could be more charming than the two ladies sitting in this car."

The female driver covered her mouth with a smile and revealed her name.

"I'm Claire Voyant. You can call me Claire."

She winked at Luke with a playful demeanor.

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After chatting on the way, Luke roughly understood the surface identities of the two women accompanying him.

Claire was a ballerina and an internationally renowned collector.

Her husband, an aviator, was killed in a rocket test.

In this Red Square Conference, Claire was the organizer and was responsible for the reception, so she worked as a driver for Luke.

And Egorova's origin was even more remarkable.

Her uncle worked in the Foreign Affairs Bureau, studied piano at St. Petersburg State University, and had held several concerts.

'It feels like the Red Room's routine.'

Luke secretly lamented while chatting and laughing.

This accidental encounter was like Taras's tailor-made script.

Before he left for Moscow, S.H.I.E.L.D integrated all known information about the Red Room and submitted it to the desk of the Director.

One of the most impressive was the master spy, Taras.

This guy was a self-proclaimed 'director' and would write a 'script' each time he targeted someone.

In his words, it could arouse the emotions of prey and make them slowly walk into a trap.

'But, shouldn't Taras's goal be Superman?'

Luke was a little confused.

'What about Superman?'

The two women sitting in the car didn't look like 'sparrow' spies that were casually developed.

The way they talked, their temperament, looks, and appearance all belonged to the top list.

The two dangerous bombs wrapped in sugar-coating were used against a secretary, wasn't it a bit excessive?

In the midst of his thoughts, Luke arrived at the hotel where he was staying.

Before he could say goodbye and bid farewell, the two ladies who accompanied him stepped to his left and right.

"The reception team is also staying here, so Egorova and I will show you to your reserved room."

Claire ruffled her long hair and walked inside while holding Luke's arm.

Egorova followed suit with a shallow smile on her face.

The group of three attracted a lot of attention, from envy, a surprise to speculation.

'This is simply blatant seduction. '

Luke was a bit speechless and began to consider whether to be a carefree man or to keep to himself and lick a bit of the icing.

Although the purpose of this trip was to infiltrate Hydra and rescue Bucky in the process.

However, having wonderful encounters that occurred during the trip was still acceptable and reasonable.

"Sweet dreams, Mr. Kent."

He went up the elevator to the 22nd floor and walked all the way to the door of the room.

The two beautiful ladies, who were overly enthusiastic, finally stopped.

One leaned against the wall, her hands behind her back, and the beautiful legs with stockings gently touched the carpet.

Her beautiful eyes blink as if releasing some kind of signal.

Who could stand it?

Luke was determined to sacrifice himself and feed the tiger.

'To find out Bucky's whereabouts, there was always a price to pay. '

He said to himself.

"Would you ladies like to come in for a cup of coffee? Or vodka? I'm new to Moscow, and I don't have any friends here."

Luke was straightforward with his invitation.

Men and women from all over the world who were planning to have 'in-depth communication.'...

Their common opening line would be 'Do you want to come over to my house for a while?' or 'Come over for a cup of coffee.'

This was a non-technical and relatively straightforward invitation.

But Luke tried to act like a rookie, his eyes darting as if he was embarrassed.

Perhaps it was the incidental effect of the glasses that fooled the two female spies, who had been professionally trained by the Red Room.

They were secretly laughing at the bottom of their hearts. It's been a long time since they had met such a naïve man.

Thinking of what the instructor, Taras, said, in order to complete the mission, they had to do whatever it took.

The two felt that the rookie was new to the country.

They didn't even need to sacrifice their bodies, just give him a little sweetness...

And he would reveal everything he knew.

"Egorova, what do you think?"

As a mature woman, Claire didn't directly respond but kicked the question to her colleague.

Before getting down to business, they needed to whet the appetite of these men and arouse their inner restlessness.

In this way, the men would take the initiative, and they would have a better chance of achieving their goals.

"Mr. Kent looks a little nervous. I think I should talk with him."

Egorova wiggled her waist and strolled into the room.

Claire pretended to hesitate and waited for a few seconds before following.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Luke turned on the heating and lighting. The spacious and comfortable suite soon warmed up.

He fumbled out a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet and began to pour it for the two ladies.

A trace of contempt swept under the latter's eyes.

They couldn't remember how many times they had met this kind of routine; Getting drunk and doing whatever they wanted.

Alcohol immunization was one of the training courses in the Red Room.

Not to mention a bottle of vodka, Claire and Egorova wouldn't feel the slightest bit intoxicated if even more alcohol was poured into them.

'Get this guy drunk and throw him to the KGB. '

'If necessary, you can give him a taste and let him volunteer to become Red Room's spy. '

Two female spies inadvertently looked at each other and exchanged ideas through their eyes.

In their view, everything was under control.

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"This is the most humiliating move in the history of the Red Room!"

The next afternoon, Taras flew into a furious rage in the office, and the angry roar shook the whole floor.

The instructors who were anxious and the students who were training looked up with a hint of shock in their eyes.

Yelling was an extremely rare display for Taras, who was usually calm and collected.

'Anger is a disguise for one's own mediocrity!"

This was a phrase that the master spy often said.

The first lesson of the Red Room was a lesson on controlling one's expression and internal thoughts.

Emotions were a fatal flaw for agents and spies.

Once caught in anger and fear, it would affect decision-making and implementation of their operations.

Before graduation, the students in the Red Room would receive relevant training.

For example, Taras would let everyone keep a dog.

Cultivate intimate feelings, regard them as partners, and then ... execute them.

It was just pediatrics.

What was more cruel and devoid of humanity was the 'graduation ceremony' of the Red Room.

Throwing the trainees into the snow, leaving only one or two pieces of survival materials to create a bloody battlefield of killing each other.

Finally, the person who could successfully get out of the snowfield could become a qualified graduate.

Agent and spy training were essential tools to domesticate human beings into cold machines.

Therefore, Taras would instill in them the extreme idea of doing things by hook or by crook.

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

"I heard that Mr. Taras sent 'Black Widow' Claire Voyant and the best 'Sparrow' Egorova before ..."

"Did they fail the mission?"

"Probably."

"Who could get the Red Room to mobilize both of them?"

"..."

Whispering, like an undercurrent flowing slowly under the calm surface of the sea, it formed a thick wave.

Even if the Red Room were an intelligence agency, it would always stay in a cold and stressful, high-pressure state. But there would always be curiosity, and gossips would spread.

The instructors and students downstairs were speculating, while the atmosphere in the office upstairs was gloomy.

"You are the best students I've ever taught, and no matter what the task, you have never failed."

Taras tightened his eyebrows, pressed down his anger, and coldly said, "Infiltrating the Kremlin, moving between the oligarchs and military VIPs ... each time, you bring back the information I need."

He seemed to have lost his temper, calmed his heaving chest, and slowly sat back in his chair.

Claire and Egorova stood across the desk.

With their hands behind their backs, the two charming beauties maintained a straight and beautiful military stance.

"I never imagined that the two best seductresses to ever come out of the Red Room would be bamboozled by a ... secretary."

Taras mouth twitched, trying to endure the urge to swear.

The external evaluation of him basically carries words like 'scavenging vulture', 'cunning fox', and 'cold-blooded butcher'.

The middle-aged man who single-handedly created the KGB and later built the Red Room had maintained a grim, unsmiling image throughout the years.

There weren't many things that could make him lose his temper and fly into a rage.

Today, however, Taras couldn't bear this anger.

"This was an accident."

Egorova, backed by her uncle in the Foreign Affairs Bureau, was bolder and took the lead in saying so.

She slightly lowered her head and explained: "Claire and I were going to get that bastard drunk and then throw him to the KGB's care for interrogation to see if we could get any information about Superman."

"He's a secretary, responsible for recording all the meeting's conversations, and was at Superman's side almost 24 hours a day."

"If we could turn him into a double agent of the Red Room, it would be of great benefit for the future implementation of the plan."

Egorova's thinking was clear, and Claire, the 'Black Widow' next to her, also nodded.

They did think so, but the execution went a bit awry.

"It sounds like a good idea."

Taras slightly nodded and seemed to express understanding.

However, the relaxed look only lasted for a moment before it disintegrated.

The master spy then angrily looked at Egorova and questioned, "But why did you get into bed with that damned secretary?"

"And both together?"

"The Red Room cultivates the best agents, not those street girls!"

"Beauty and body are tools, but not cheap coupons that can be thrown away at will!"

Taras slapped the table.

He couldn't control his emotions at all.

Two good students who trained by him had been ruined by a bastard!

If the other party was Superman or some big shot...

Through this special relationship, the Red Room could exchange interests or get the desired information.

At least there wouldn't be a loss in the sale!

But!

That's just a secretary!

No real power, no value ... nothing!

If not for fear of attracting S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention by shaking the grass and spooking the prey…

Taras wanted to break the hands and feet of the curly-haired man who had ruined his students, throw him into an iron barrel, fill it with cement and sink him in the Moscow River.

The way the Red Room handled the enemy was much more brutal and direct than the KGB's ruthless people.

"Forget about only one, you two ... actually went in together?"

Taras went into a rage and couldn't restrain his anger.

This was like two cabbages that he had toiled so hard to grow, was somehow being spoiled by someone, and it was still that kind of whoring!

Who could stand it!?

"That bastard kept acting like he was about to get drunk ..."

Claire felt aggrieved.

She remembered that in the hotel room, the bastard had downed two glasses, had drunken eyes, slurred speech, completely like a rookie with little capacity for liquor.

As a result, the bottle dried up, and he remained the same.

Two bottles were bottomed out, and he still remained that way.

Three, then four bottles were poured out...

By the time the liquor cabinet was completely emptied and the room smelled so strongly of alcohol, Claire and Egorova had become drunk themselves.

The Red Room female agents, who received alcohol immunization training, abruptly lost to a secretary who looked like a rookie.

"The key is that he also threw out some important information from time to time. What Superman's schedule was, Superman's preference for food ... we could only keep drinking in order to get more information."

Egorova, codenamed 'Sparrow', gritted her teeth and spat out her hatred.

Her highly flexible waist was still sore.

When she thought of herself in bed, she was sometimes positioned below, sometimes up top, and various positions were unlocked one after another.

The female agent couldn't help but feel some shame, and her cheeks flushed unnaturally.

"That's right! That bastard Clark Kent is no rookie at all!"

Claire's slender legs, which could dance 'Swan Lake' and 'The Nutcracker', were slightly weak.

The truth was, the battle last night was too intense.

That bastard was driving two BMWs left and right. It was surprising to see his calm and relaxed attitude.

Alcohol was the devil that provoked the desire, which was absolutely true.

In the past, Claire wouldn't have indulged like this.

"So, you slept with the secretary and got nothing."

Taras shook his head in disappointment.

"Maybe, we can play along and continue our plans with the secretary? "

Egorova proposed.

"Humph. Isn't being humiliated once enough?"

Taras immediately vetoed the idea. He never invested time and energy in worthless targets.

Besides, the best students in the Red Room weren't that cheap.

If word got out, he would be laughed at.

"I am the head of a spy agency, not a pimp."

Taras said so in an unpleasant tone.

He waved and motioned for Claire and Egorova to go out.

Then, he picked up the phone on the desk.

"Call Natasha in."

Within a few minutes, a slender, ponytailed girl walked in.

Compared to the two fellow sisters, she appeared much more youthful, like a flower that had just started to bud.

"You are graduating early, Natasha."

Taras said solemnly.

The latter was slightly surprised, with suspicion in her eyes.

'I've only just been recruited to the Red Room for a short period of time. How did I graduate?'

She hadn't even seen the legendary harsh and brutal graduation exams yet.

"I need you to get close to someone."

The young girl took a file and opened it.

A young face came into view. It was Superman.

"He will arrive in Moscow in 3 days."

Taras thought that the two elder sisters were too unreliable. Natasha, a newcomer, might be more useful.

At least, the latter wouldn't be coaxed to bed by a man with a few bottles of vodka.

"I will try to ... complete the mission."

Natasha said timidly.

She was still a nestling bird with no experience in hunting.

"You don't need to be experienced. Just act natural."

Taras appeased.

Sometimes the untrained were more effective than the professionals.

After giving instructions, Taras let the girl go.

Despite the incident, the plan went on as usual.

As for the curly-haired male secretary named Clark, he would first wait until all the dust settled, then make his move.

'I'll drown him in the Moscow River!'

Taras thought so.

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"This is how you deal with Red Room agents?"

Captain America, who sneaked into Moscow, looked at the messy sheets, the carpet, and the bottles scattered on the table and asked hesitantly.

Luke, who had been fighting all night, didn't answer. The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. had sex with a female Soviet agent, which wasn't something to be proud of.

"I paid a certain price and found Bucky's whereabouts from their mouths."

Luke changed the subject. Under the influence of his 'Poison Ivy's Phenomenon Perfume', even the top agents of the Red Room had to drop their defenses.

"Oh, where's Bucky?"

Sure enough, whenever his best friend was mentioned, Captain America's attention would immediately be diverted, no longer thinking about what happened between Luke and female agents.

"You will see each other soon."

Luke had an odd expression.

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