High Magic Earth

"This is definitely a game, or an era game!"

The vowed voice came from the TV.

"We're done!"

"Yes! It's so cool!"

In front of the camera, two half-year-olds, sixteen and seven, yelled in excitement. They had loose bags on their bodies, and the one on the right had not been pulled on by half of the bag.

Judging from the neat red uniforms on their bodies, they should be private aristocratic schools that belong to the second generation of the rich, the aristocratic class, or the big capitalists in this era.

Of course, although their external identities are like this, if they look at their inner identities. . But it was obviously two dead houses with few connections.

Yes, no matter in which world or era, the dead house has no human rights, just like now. . After hearing the two people's excited speeches, the girls passing by behind the school turned their heads at the same time, unanimously showing obvious disgust.

They wore the same red school uniforms, standard skirt shirts and black leather schoolbags as the two dead houses. Although they looked exactly the same as the two excited yelling dead house teenagers, they wore a completely different look. Of minor qualifications. . A set of clothes, people of two worlds.

Sure enough, the dead house was lost even the face value.

Attracted by the declaration of the two, they turned their heads and glanced at the two with a look of dirty things.

But it is still the photographer, because the lens not only slightly deflects the girls in the rear, but also adjusts the focus slightly, so that their expressions are also clear in front of the camera.

. . It also made the two 70s lovers of game-loving teenagers feel disgusted by their girls of the same age, and their performance was clear.

The two apparently did not realize that they were on a path of desperation. . Still yelling at the camera happily, they are not as stable as they should be at this age.

But in the next moment, the camera has quickly turned around and cut them out.

Reappearing in front of the camera is an office worker in a suit and leather boots, who can see that he was walking on the road and was stopped in a hurry.

Facing the camera, he was stunned for a while, then stopped immediately, his expression solemn. . I also very neatly adjusted my collar, of course, this is also clear.

"Sir, how do you think about the recent Destiny Card?"

The photographer asked.

But that person didn't seem to hear it clearly, frowning slightly, and after a moment's stun, this seemed to react.

"... what kind of cards, oh, destiny cards, I remembered it, I saw that ad."

"A very good advertising company, what should be used... special effects, special effects I am not familiar with, but I am very familiar with typewriters, our company produced..."

"So, sir, do you think that advertisement is a special effect, a special effect artificially created, similar to that of magic and stage drama?"

"It must be like that, otherwise? Our company's typewriter is all-new..."

"Okay, thank you sir."

Camera switch.

Then there were many people in front of the camera, including nurses, freelancers, and a nurse. Finally, the camera was cut back to the studio.

On the black-and-white screen on TV, a hostess with heavy makeup appeared.

"Welcome to the New York Times."

"The most popular and novel, and the things you want to know most are here."

The hostess spread her hands and exaggerated her actions.

"Fate Cards... This is the most popular vocabulary of this period. It appears frequently in advertisements, but it has not been sold externally."

"People are guessing what it is... a childish board game or something else."

"And... why is its boss so rich, ha ha ha ha."

The woman is telling jokes that no one can understand, and at the same time there are bursts of laughter that often appear in funny scenes in her background.

"We interviewed a lot of people. Apart from beggars on the street, they didn't know the cards of fate. Even housewives knew the words of cards of fate."

"Almost everyone thinks it is a board game card game, but its boss keeps putting such high and inexplicable ads, but it makes people doubt whether it can recover the cost."

"...But it’s interesting that although almost everyone thinks it’s just a game, a childish game for young people, it’s not what they say in their ads."

"We are everything."

"This is their slogan... Look, it's inexplicable, right, just like I don't understand why suddenly there is a new basketball hoop in my block and there will be more black people, ha ha ha ha."

The hostess smiled and then spoke quickly

"Next let's move on to the next topic."

"Now there are only beggars in New York who don't know the news of fate cards, but why there are so many wanderers in New York, when..."

"Snapped!"

Eric snapped his fingers, and the TV screen went out instantly.

In this era when the TV pictures are still old and black and white, naturally there will not be such a high-end function of voice-activated shutdown. The extinguishment of the TV set is purely Eric's personal reason.

Magneto, Eric Lansell, Alpha-class mutant.

This division of the Alpha level is derived from the comics. In the comics, Magneto and his old opponent Professor Charles are both Alpha level, and the real Omega level belongs to monsters like Black Phoenix and Jasper. level.

It's just that in the movie, you can't see Jaspers, Franklin, and the real Omega level is barely the world of Black Phoenix and Apocalypse. Magneto and Professor X are already equivalent to Omega level.

The strongest group of mutants. . The strongest in the future.

However, geniuses that haven't grown up are not geniuses. Similarly, future mutants do not mean that they are strong now.

At least for Eric at this time, he is far worse than himself in the future.

For example. .

"Slap! Zi--"

Just about a few seconds after the room was quiet, a small spark burst suddenly from the rear of the TV, and then a white smoke rose, and a scorched breath filled the room.

Eric raised his eyebrows, put on an expression of nothing to do with himself, and calmly got up from the sofa, ready to go out and turn around.

. . Yes, he can indeed control the magnetic force, and then control the metal through the magnetic force, but at this time, his control of the magnetic force is still very rough.

Turning off the TV out of thin air is easy, because Eric destroyed almost the entire circuit board, how could the TV not turn off!

"Click!"

Closing the door, Eric wandered in the corridor.

He has been at the base for two full days. . For him eager for revenge, this is not an easy task.

Because before that, he hardly stayed in the same place for more than a day, and he was ready to leave after taking a rest last night. . He finally stayed after Charles's words.

Of course, it may also be because at that time he basically didn't encounter any opponents. The revenge is ordinary people, and it can be solved by waving, so no one can stop him.

But this time, he found Xiao, the leader of the Hellfire Club, the Black Emperor, and his last enemy.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Eric actually knew that he was not Xiao's opponent, or rather than Xiao's opponent, rather, he could not deal with the few people around Xiao.

Emma, ​​the woman called the White Queen, she has telepathy and defense of telepathy, and she is not alone, and Eric can't deal with it.

Not to mention that the other party also has a mutant who can control the hurricane, and a monster that can move instantaneously.

Eric was not sure to kill Shaw. . This is why he was easily persuaded to stay by Charles.

Of course, in addition to this, there may be some reasons why he himself can't tell the truth. . But this may not even be aware of Eric himself.

After all, Charles was a good friend of his life, and the tacit understanding and **** of the two were born from the moment they met.

Eric was bored wandering around the base, but walking, he saw Charles and the real owner of the base, the CIA director, sitting in a room.

He stopped.

"... Hank transformed this machine..."

This is the voice of the CIA director.

The voice passed on and off, and after a few words, Eric also understood what was going on.

The ability of Charles's variant is telepathy, or more precisely, a perception. Within a certain range, he can perform rough perception and mind control.

It's just that the scope is not large.

In the open space outside the base, there is a transmitter that Hank transformed through radar. With this radiometer, Charles' sensing range can be expanded at least a thousand times, or even ten thousand times.

This is certainly a good thing, but Eric doesn't think it's a good idea to involve the CIA.

Thinking of this, he walked forward slowly, making him look like he happened to pass by.

"... find more mutants!"

The director of the CIA is telling Charles about the important role of the launcher, but Eric just interpolated it.

"I thought they were all found by you."

He looked at the CIA director who brought them together with an indifferent expression.

Eric is not optimistic about humans, or that. . Ordinary people, even though this guy seems to be helping them now, it is just using them.

It's like using tools.

"Eric?"

Charles is obviously very happy.

"You decided to stay."

Eric didn't speak, but his expression seemed to smile.

"If there is a new species... it should be discovered by its own kind. Charles and I came to find new mutants, not you."

Of course, the director of the CIA will not be very happy, but Eric believes Charles understands himself.

And Charles's approach and position immediately proved that he knew exactly what Eric was thinking.

So the right to use the machine ultimately belongs to them.

They are mutants.

. . .

After half an hour, inside the machine.

Both Charles and Eric are activists, and Shaw has little time left for them. He took the researcher Hank on the base. After half an hour, they adjusted the parameters of the machine and were ready to start official operation.

Eric made a few rounds around Charles lying diagonally on the cold metal frame.

Metal is arguably Eric’s most familiar thing, like an extension of his body, but looking at Charles lying like a mouse, he was still very uncomfortable.

Do not know why, he suddenly felt that this situation will not be accidental, and there will not be less, maybe in the future, there will be more mutants, tens of thousands of mutants. . Also lying on such a metal frame.

There is no resistance, just like cattle and sheep to be slaughtered.

"What a lovely experimental mouse, Charles."

Eric said.

He could see that Charles was also a little nervous, but sorry, he would not comfort people.

Charles squeezed a smile.

"Don't hurt me, Eric."

His mood seemed to relax a little.

"I used to be the mouse in the laboratory, so I can recognize it."

Charles smiled.

After warning Hank that he was not allowed to hit his hair, he shook his finger at Hank, indicating that he could start.

"get ready."

Hank rubbed his palm, obviously also a little nervous. . After all, he made this stuff, and now he is in charge of the whole process. If something goes wrong, it is all his responsibility.

"bass!"

"Om-"

With the Hank down switch, the indicator lights of the instrument began to light up one by one, but the interior of the entire radar began to darken, because a large amount of power was concentrated on the core of the radiometer, and Charles on the metal frame also seemed to feel a certain This kind of power is pouring into itself.

"...Ah, ah!"

In the next moment, in the nervous eyes of Hank and Raven, Charles let out a seemingly cheerful growl, and the whole person blinked. . He entered a wonderful world.

Like. . Spiritual world.

They succeeded.

. . .

Strip* dance bar.

In the intertwining of desire and money, Eric and Charles sat silently underneath. The large amount of money attracted a strip dancer **** the stage. She withdrew the money from Eric’s hand, and the tone was full of certain A hint of temptation.

"Big ticket~www.wuxiaspot.com~ handsome guy."

"You can enjoy a private dance in the private room."

Charles and Eric glanced at each other, and then Eric took the girl off the stage.

Of course, they don't really come to watch the dance, but to find their kind.

Angel Salvatore, a third-level mutant, beta-level, has the ability of mutants to fly wings and spit corrosive saliva in the mouth, is now. . Strip * dance girl.

She was not the only one they found, nor the last one, but a beginning.

Because there will be next. .

taxi.

Youth Correctional Institution.

aquarium

as well as. . bar.