A certain man from the motherland

"Ryan, hurry up, we should go to class."

In the early morning, the golden sun shines. In front of the single-family house, the lawn is neatly trimmed and the nozzles on the ground rotate and spray fresh water mist.

It seemed to be a beautiful morning, and two gentle calls from my mother came from the villa.

The little boy with blue eyes was hanging on the swing on the big tree in the yard, playing with a toy car by himself. He was immersed in his own world and did not hear anything.

Outside the balcony of the house, on the wooden steps painted with white paint.

Lying on a wicker chair with his feet casually resting on the railing, the young man had a handsome face and deep eyes, looking at the other side of the road with a hint of contempt.

He didn't pay any attention to his mother's call for his brother.

It seems that he has nothing to do with this family, and is just an outsider staying in the house.

"Ryan, did you hear what I said? Go pack your things quickly. You'll be late."

After a while, Bejia, who received no response, opened the door and leaned out half of his body.

She was in her thirties, with a somewhat pretty face, tight-fitting trousers on her lower body, and a white home shirt on her upper body. She looked like a very capable workplace beauty, and she called out gently to Ryan under the big tree again.

"Here you go, mom."

Ryan put down the toy car in his hand, ran over with a smile, passed the two of them and ran towards the house.

"Don't forget to bring pencils this time. You'll need them in art class."

Bejia held the door open and watched her well-behaved and obedient son running past her and heading upstairs, with a smile on his face and maternal tenderness in his eyes.

During the heartwarming scene between mother and son, suddenly a slightly sarcastic voice sounded out from beside them at an inappropriate time.

"Why don't you call the teacher to your home.

You have to run every day, aren’t you tired?”

The young man lying on the wicker chair tilted his head slightly, his voice was magnetic, and he looked at his mother very casually.

"Ron, it will cost the teacher's family more money."

Turning around to face her eldest son, who was born with Ryan, but whose physical and mental performance was different from ordinary people, Bejia's smile was no longer so natural, and there was a hint of unfamiliarity and nervousness.

"Do you still need to spend money?

Whatever you want, they will do it for you for free, right?"

Ron had long been accustomed to Bega's attitude.

Although he is no longer an orphan after traveling through time again, his situation is not much different from that of an orphan.

The family lacks a father's role, and his mother looks at him like a freak.

"This community that we have lived in for eight years was built specifically for us - a seemingly beautiful cage."

He spread his hands and said coldly and mockingly.

"That's enough, Ron, I don't know what you're talking about, you're talking nonsense again."

After hearing these words, Bejia's face changed, she pretended to be angry and tried to hide it, and warned her eldest son sternly.

"Ron, you can't say these things to your brother!"

A woman is strong as a mother, and when it comes to Ryan, her attitude becomes tougher.

"it's up to you."

Ron spread his hands disdainfully and said nothing.

After the warning, Bejia returned to the house with a slightly flustered pace.

She has two sons, the younger son is cute and cute, and the older son... was very different from ordinary people when he was born. He grew up too fast. He was as tall as her at the age of six. He is taller than her mother at the age of eight this year. He looks like an adult.

No different.

Growing up, he never cried or made fuss, rarely spoke, and was not like a child at all. He always looked at everything indifferently, which made people feel weird.

Every time she talks to her eldest son, she instinctively thinks of the father of her two children - the man who is the most outstanding hero in the eyes of the public, but is actually a terrifying demon.

Chichi.

The black car drove away from the house, and Bejia left to send her precious little son to class.

"Bejia, if you really love your son, you shouldn't raise him in a greenhouse. After all, this is a hypocritical and terrible world."

Ron was lying on the wicker chair, casually looking away from the car in the distance, looking into the distance with a sneer.

It was as if he could see through the cage of this neat community, see those people who were constantly monitoring him in the distance, and see the wall more than a mile away.

After traveling through time, details can be seen everywhere, too many superhero peripherals, Motherland, Locomotive, Queen Maeve...

He discovered that he had entered the world of black-robed pickets.

This is not the first time I have traveled through time,

"Compared to the last world where dangers abounded and dangerous events often occurred, this world has not changed much."

Or even worse to some extent - a hypocritical, ugly and dangerous world!

Drugs that can grant people super powers have been abused, and a considerable number of ordinary people have been used as experimental subjects without their knowledge.

Superheroes are launched like carefully packaged merchandise to attract fans.

They are all sanctimonious, corrupt and hypocritical. Fighting crime is actually just a show, and everything is about money and fame.

The most powerful superhero in the world, Patriarch, has superhuman abilities and is powerful enough to destroy the world, but he is actually a big bomb with a psychological abnormality, unstable moods and willful behavior.

"However, it is only normal to have that kind of powerful power to do whatever you want."

Grinning and sneering, Ron licked his dry lips.

How many people with superhuman abilities will turn into Clark, the superman who hides among ordinary people and works as a newspaper reporter except fighting crime, instead of the people of the motherland who "do whatever I want" and stand on the top of the earth?

He slowly stood up from the wicker chair, closed the door, went upstairs to his room, and closed the curtains.

Pack up the things you prepared in advance in an orderly manner.

I changed into clothes that were easy to move around and put on my backpack.

There are crises lurking under the calm surface of this world. A native who can lose control at any time is a nightmare. His own identity is difficult to escape from the vortex, so he must gain strength to protect himself.

"It's time for me to set off and gain strength."

In the room, Ron buttoned the sleeves of his jacket one by one in front of the mirror. In the mirror, he had excitement hidden in his eyes.

In the original story, there was only one illegitimate child between the Motherland and Béjart, and that was Ryan, but for some reason he was added and turned into twins.

It's not quite right to say they are twins, because the genes of the motherland have mutated in him.

"I failed to inherit the abilities of my motherland, but I got another surprise."

Ron called up the familiar panel.

Ability points: 21,000

Recorded template: Motherland physique (Ryan boy state) Price: 300,000 points.

World:x-Men has been searched.

A few days ago, this thing appeared, saying that it detected that the host's physiological state was suitable and had reached adulthood, and it was officially turned on.

By deflecting the fate of superheroes or super criminals, obtain ability points, purchase other people's ability templates, and transform yourself.

Ron had always thought that his genetic mutation was a failure. He was unlucky enough to not inherit the abilities of his motherland, and his lifespan was shortened by nearly two-thirds.

An eight-year-old looks similar to someone else's eighteen or nineteen-year-old.

According to this calculation, at about twenty years old, at the age when others are going to college, I can receive a pension and live a retired life in advance?

But when this thing appeared, he realized that it didn't seem to have failed?

The lifespan is shortened, and the physique of ordinary people is exchanged for unlimited genes and body carrying capacity. No matter what kind of genetic modification and ability infusion, it can withstand it.

Lower the lower limit and make the upper limit close to infinity.

It goes perfectly with this template system.

【Do you want to spend 50 ability points to travel through the world of X-Men?

yes.】

Ron issued an order to use the template system's ability to travel to another world.

Interfering with the fate of characters and obtaining ability points can also be done in the Black Robe Picket World.

For example, during his birth and growth, he directly or indirectly interfered with the fate of many people over the past eight years and gained more than 20,000 ability points.

But under the current situation, if you want to go out to the outside world and interact with other people, and obtain a large number of ability points in a short period of time, there are huge obstacles.

He looked outside.

Zoom out and look down from above.

It looks like a free neighborhood, but at the end is a tall gray wall. The wall is densely covered with electric grid, and the elite troops outside are blocking and guarding it, like a cold prison.

Vought, the giant company that created the magical compound No. 5 and single-handedly shaped many superheroes, needs Bejart and him and Ryan to become the secret back-up man to control the world's most powerful hero when the people of the motherland are out of control.

So the three of us can't go anywhere.

There are heavily armed special forces outside, and there are other people on the block disguised as ordinary people, monitoring around the clock.

With his current strength, it is impossible to leave here.

In this case...

"Then go to other worlds and gain the ability to leave this prison!"