The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

Leaving aside Valeria's sudden enlightenment, Peter and the others were packing their luggage. As mentioned before, these guys were a hive mind, and now that the Nightcrawler had discovered them, they couldn't stay here.

"Stop thinking, kid," Peter called out to Valeria, who was still lost in the new world.

"They've already found us. We need to leave quickly."

"Right away, Uncle Peter," Valeria snapped back to reality and hurried to pack her luggage.

Actually, when they moved last time, the luggage was mostly packed. Besides, they didn't have much to begin with, only taking some food and necessities, abandoning everything else.

Although no one said it, it was clear that everyone's emotions were a bit low.

Thinking about it, being chased around by these things, constantly moving, anyone would have negative emotions.

"This is good, it also makes it easier to implement our plan."

The Craftsman packed his luggage while casually saying, as if talking about a trivial matter, as if trying to gloss over it.

"Us? Plan?" Peter, who had become a dad in a sense, wouldn't let the Craftsman gloss over it so easily. He couldn't let the twins be in danger.

"When did we have a plan? How come I didn't hear about it?"

"I was just about to tell you," the Craftsman said without looking up, inspecting the equipment in his hand.

"I've already thought about the next destination. If we can set up camp there, we'll be much more relaxed."

"What place?" Peter asked, vaguely feeling that the Craftsman was up to no good.

"Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."

"No way!"

The Craftsman had just said the name when Peter immediately rejected it.

The Craftsman sighed and said helplessly, "I knew it."

"We can't go there, Craftsman. It's too dangerous. The zombies keep chasing after the superhumans. Who knows how dangerous it is there."

Peter's tone was sharp, as if he became a different person whenever the twins were involved.

"I know, Peter, I know," the Craftsman stopped what he was doing and looked at Peter.

"Do you think I decided on this goal without thinking about the pros and cons?"

"Think about it, Peter. Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters stores enough food for us to eat for at least 500 years. It has complete medicines that can alleviate your headaches caused by your spider-sense. I also need supplies to maintain my weapons."

"But..."

"No buts, Peter. You know we've reached our limit. The supplies we scavenge outside won't last long."

The Craftsman didn't give Peter a chance to speak, pointing to Yang Le beside him.

"What's more, we now have a powerful helper. If Harby really solved Storm and the others by himself, as you said, then the zombies in the academy aren't even worthy of carrying his shoes."

"The Craftsman is right, Peter," Moonstone said from the side.

"We don't have much food left. If this continues, we'll be hungry soon."

"I think so too," Yang Le also joined the ranks of persuading Peter.

Yang Le couldn't stay here forever. He had set a goal as soon as he came to this universe: either save it or destroy it.

So, if Peter and the others didn't get close to the center of the event, it was only a matter of time before Yang Le parted ways with them. It was better to help them settle down now. Moreover, the destination chosen by the Craftsman, Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, was also the base of the X-Men. There, Yang Le might be able to find something useful.

"Okay, but I want to ask Little Rich and Little Wa for their opinions first. If they don't agree, I won't go."

After a series of bombardments from several people, Peter finally relented, although he added a condition.

"Of course, no problem."

The Craftsman gladly accepted. It didn't matter if Peter didn't agree. He would go to the academy even if he was alone. What's more, the twins probably wanted to go to the academy even more than he did.

After all, they hadn't given up hope and had been trying to treat their parents for years. The various conveniences in the academy were something they couldn't give up.

Sure enough, Peter had just said it when the twins immediately agreed. Peter had only started, and the rest of the words were swallowed back into his stomach.

In this way, with one person worried and the rest longing, everyone neatly packed their luggage and embarked on the road to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

"Where are Qiu Yi and Nana? Why didn't I see them?" Moonstone suddenly realized that someone seemed to be missing from the team and asked.

"Nana went to clean the blood nest. I just sent her a message, asking her to wait for us near the academy," Franklin replied.

"Qiu Yi went out hunting. I know where its hunting ground is, right on the road we are taking to the academy," the Craftsman said.

"If nothing unexpected happens, we can meet it by just walking forward."

Sure enough, as the Craftsman said, they walked forward for about ten minutes and saw an orange cat walking towards them with elegant steps.

"Qiu Yi, my good child," Valeria took a few quick steps, squatted down, hugged Qiu Yi, and gently scratched its chin, causing it to purr.

"Is that a Flerken?" Yang Le asked Peter beside him. He didn't think an ordinary cat could be so leisurely in the apocalypse.

"Yes," Peter nodded.

After Yang Le confirmed, he walked to Valeria and said.

"Can I scan its DNA?"

"Qiu Yi's? Why?" Valeria looked at Yang Le in confusion.

"For some research. Don't worry, I won't hurt it," Yang Le chuckled. It wasn't that he didn't trust Valeria and the others, but he didn't dare to reveal his abilities in broad daylight, who knew if someone was eavesdropping.

"You have to ask Qiu Yi about that," Valeria held Qiu Yi up to Yang Le, the meaning was self-evident.

"Hey! Qiu Yi," Yang Le greeted Qiu Yi.

"I want to scan your DNA, is that okay?"

"Meow~" Qiu Yi meowed, tilting its head, as if saying, I'm just a little kitty, I don't understand what you're saying.

But that couldn't fool Yang Le. She could definitely understand what Yang Le was saying. Flerken's intelligence was not low, which was why Yang Le wanted to scan her, after all, the Omnitrix couldn't record the DNA of beasts.

"How about this, Qiu Yi," Yang Le groped and took out a plastic-sealed bag from his backpack.

"If you agree to let me scan you, I'll give you this."