The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

"You won't get your way!"

A roar filled with anger and fear interrupted the thoughts of the person on the throne. He raised his head slightly and noticed a person bound tightly, lying in a wretched state beneath his throne.

"The great Black Bolt will discover your conspiracy with Maximus! Maximus will be executed for treason, and you will be hanged on the gallows."

This was 'rations' sent to him by Maximus. The reason the latter was so generous was because he had reached a certain agreement with him, but he couldn't quite remember what it was.

There was nothing he could do. Not long ago, this body didn't entirely belong to him. The predecessor, Magneto, was a very vigilant person. If he rashly appeared, he would easily be discovered, and the immature him would definitely be obliterated.

So, he could only shrink into a corner of the other's mind and slumber, waiting for the right opportunity to run out and implement his plan step by step.

To prevent Magneto from noticing anything amiss, he even had to fragment all his memories, placing them, including the death of Professor X, like childhood memories in a forgotten corner.

This resulted in his memories being very fragmented. Every time he wanted to string these memories together, it would take him a lot of time, but now it was different. The time was ripe. Magneto was dead, and now this body completely belonged to him.

The armored man pieced together his memories and stood up from the throne, walking towards the man bound like a pig. With each step of the armored man, the fear in the man's heart increased.

"I know who you are!" the man shouted, trying to stop the armored man's movements. "The leader of the mutants, Magneto! You kidnapped me and killed so many Inhumans. Do you want to start a war with Attilan?"

"Magneto?" The armored man tilted his helmeted head slightly, as if thinking.

"Who is that?"

"Stop pretending!" the man cursed. "You coward hiding behind a mask! You kill people but don't even dare to show your true face. A guy like you will never be a match for Black Bolt."

"Black Bolt, huh." The armored man sighed, his tone filled with an indescribable yearning. "I really want to meet this king of the Inhumans, so much so that it's driving me crazy."

Sharp claws continuously scraped against the chest armor, and faint sparks flew like fireflies.

"Unfortunately, I still need to wait." The armored man put down his hands, and the man on the ground seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, lifted to the armored man's face.

"Although I hate your insolence, you did remind me that I must have a name."

"What are you talking about?" The man looked at the Magneto he knew in fear. Why was this person acting like a madman, talking nonsense?

"The pain, darkness, and rage of Magneto and Professor X led to my birth. Now that they are dead, I am left alone to bear these."

Sharp claws grabbed the man's head and continued to apply pressure, squeezing the man's head like a hydraulic press.

"For many years, I have been secretly accumulating power, and I still am. This long wait has made me insatiably thirsty, but I know that one day I will accumulate enough power and then spray venom on this world. That day is not far away."

"I will launch an 'Onslaught' against this world!"

"Crack!"

Like the sound of a watermelon shattering, the man didn't even have time to scream before his head turned into a pulp.

"From now on, I will be called Onslaught."

Onslaught dropped the headless corpse, and a gust of wind blew, disappearing without a trace.

…

"Are you saying that the headmaster hasn't contacted you today?"

Scott looked at the Beast Hank in front of him. Even though the other's face was buried under blue fur, Scott could still sense the other's panic from his eyes.

"Yes, Scott." Beast nodded. "Normally, the headmaster should have contacted me at this time every day. This was what he arranged when he was away, but for some reason today, half an hour has passed, and the headmaster hasn't sent any message."

"Have you tried contacting the headmaster?" Scott asked, trying to calm himself down. After all, Magneto was the backbone of their mutants. Without Magneto, they would be like a group of chicks waiting for the white-headed eagle next door to peck at them.

"I've tried." Beast sighed. "But no one is answering."

"Don't worry, Hank, we…"

"The headmaster is back!"

Scott was about to comfort Beast Hank when he heard someone shout outside the door. The two in the room were stunned for a moment, and after they came back to their senses, they rushed out of the room.

The two moved quickly, and following the crowd, they soon arrived at a place where people were gathered, which was the open space in the center of the town, in front of the cafeteria. A group of mutants were crowding around an extremely familiar figure.

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"Excuse me, everyone, excuse me." Scott and Hank said as they squeezed forward, causing some dissatisfaction among the others, but when they saw that it was Scott and the others, they immediately made way.

In this way, Scott arrived smoothly behind Magneto and said somewhat excitedly, "You're back, Headmaster."

Magneto's body paused, then turned around. The same face as before finally put down the big stone in Scott's heart.

"It's Scott, huh," Magneto said with a smile.

"Why did you disappear for so long?" Scott asked with a hint of complaint.

"Sorry, child, I went to look for a place suitable to become a country. You know, we have to welcome a large number of compatriots. New York Harbor is definitely not enough."

Magneto's explanation was very reasonable, and Scott and the others didn't have a trace of doubt. After hearing that they were going to establish a country belonging to mutants, they all showed genuine smiles.

Yang Le was also watching all this not far away. Although he didn't know what would happen, establishing a country was indeed the best way out for mutants at the moment.

After all, this is not like the X-Royal Family in the comics. This is Magneto's one-man show, and there are not so many demons and ghosts. Compared to these, mutants should be able to live happily, right.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" Yang Le asked Li Qianhuan beside him. This child especially admired Magneto. As long as Magneto was present, she would definitely appear not far away. In addition, she always ran to his side for no reason. Yang Le suspected that Li Qianhuan was likely lacking fatherly love, so she always clung to Magneto and him, who were the first and second oldest.

Li Qianhuan shook her head and said in a low voice, "I don't know why, but I always feel that today's headmaster is a little different."

"I've never seen that smile before."