When Reid was reading novels in his previous life, he didn’t think much of them at the time.

  But after actually ing over to the Marvel world, alongside the feeling of unease, certain plotlines from the online novels in his past life started to seem unreasonable.

  The Marvel multiverse is a world with infinite universes and possibilities.

  Different worlds will have different developments, and even in the movie universe, after the cept of the Sacred Timeline emerged, the Marvel ematiiverse is still merely Universe 199999.

  Those who crossed over into Marvel, simply by searg online, could immediately clude that if they saw Tony Stark heading to Afghanistan, this universe likely followed the movie universe’s development.

  How bold does one have to be to easily arrive at such clusions?

  Iron Man’s in is usually tied to the Ten Rings' kidnapping.

  This ’t serve as a reliable reference for the movie universe, though.

  That’s why Reid had e to Westchester. He wao firm, with his own eyes, whether mutaed in this world. Only by firming this could he be fident in using the information in his mind.

  ……

  Gotham City is near New York, achester is also close to New York. Soon, Reid arrived.

  "1407 Graymalkin Lahis is the po doubt."

  When Reid stopped the car, what greeted him was a massive estate, as rge as Wayne Manor.

  The estate, shrouded by trees, was led within a sea of greenery. From the surrounding sery alo was evident that this erfect pce for leisure aion.

  However, Reid felt no joy.

  He had already researched Charles Xavier on the way here.

  A Ph.D. in biology, primarily studying biological evolution.

  This didn’t surprise Reid much. Giveure of the Marvel world, it was uaiher Charles himself was a mutant, but it was almost certain that a person named Charles existed, or at the very least, a variant of him in another universe.

  Even if his name wasn’t Charles, it was highly likely he had assumed another name, but he would still essentially be the same individual, a terpart of Charles across different universes.

  What truly soured Reid’s expression was that he really found information on Xavier’s School fifted Youngsters, a private tut school.

  ‘I hope they aren’t mutants. It would be better for both of us.’

  Reid rang the doorbell and stood quietly at the entrance, waiting.

  At the same time, his mind was rag, w: If mutants really existed in this world, what should he do ?

  Should he try to build good retions with them?

  Reid shook his head slowly, dismissing the thought.

  If he had transmigrated into this world as a mutant, he would have ation in joining Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, accepting their prote, biding his time to grow stronger, and then gradually taking trol of the eant unity.

  But he wasn’t a mutant. He was just an ordinary human with a system.

  Anyone who has a system knows that, aside from the system, a transmigrator is just an ordinary person.

  From this standpoint, building good retions with mutants wouldn’t serve much purpose.

  His identity as a non-muta that Reid couldn’t trol the mutant unity through normal means. Moreover, there were plenty of mentally unstable individuals among them.

  For example, Wanda Maximoff, a madwoman, nearly wiped out all mutants with a single sentence.

  So after thinking it over, Reid cluded that if mutants really existed, he would most likely look for an opportunity to have them pletely vanish from the world.

  Before mutants capable of rewritiy as easily as drinking water were born, Reid decided to fually erase their existence.

  "Hello, sir. Is there something you need?"

  At that moment, an elderly voice broke Reid’s train of thought. When he looked fain, he saw an elderly man with a bald head, apanied by a red-haired woman, approag him.

  "Excuse me... Are you Professor Charles Xavier?" Reid asked, his tone full of surprise.

  In truth, as soon as he saw the man’s face, Reid was certain it was Charles.

  But the most surprising part was that the elderly Charles, despite his age, was standing on his own two feet, leaning on a e. It seemed that due to his advanced age and the enormous size of Xavier’s mansion, he he assistance of the young woman beside him.

  Moreover, if Reid wasn’t mistaken, the red-haired woman should be Jean Grey.

  ‘System, are there any traces of the Phoenix Force?’

  Not sensing anything unusual about Jean, Reid decided to ask his system.

  [Sorry, host, the system does not have energy dete capabilities. It is reeo plete the mission quickly. Once you summon a strong being like Martian Manhunter, you’ll be able to easily sense if the Phoenix Force is present.]

  ‘Damn it, aren't you the one holding up my missiress? Go away! Useless system.’

  [Alright…]

  After the useless system disappeared, Reid had no choice but to rely on himself.

  "I am Charles Xavier. How may I assist you?"

  "Well, I saw an advertisement about Xavier's School fifted Youngsters and wao ask about it. I have some troubled youths at home who could use professional guidance."

  As he said this, images of the various Robins from the Bat family appeared in Reid’s mind.

  Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and the little brat Damian.

  Although he hadn’t yet received their cards, their souls were in the system, so calling them his troubled youths wasirely wrong, was it?

  "Is that so? Please, e in."

  Charles seemed to have no suspi about Reid’s words and immediately instructed Jean to opee a him into the estate.

  The three of them walked slowly down the wooded path, soon ing te mansion.

  Nearby, a rge number of children of varying ages were pying.

  However, Reid furrowed his brow.

  Because everything seemed too normal. The students here were simply engaging in basic physical activities.

  No one was jumping teers high, no one was freezing water into io one had a steel body, and no one was writing or drawing in special ways. They were all using their hands like ordinary people, engaging in leisure activities.

  "We call it the School fifted Youngsters not because we only admit geniuses, but because we aim to discover the potential in these children ahem bee geniuses."

  It seemed that Charles had taken Reid’s expression as fusion about the educational enviro, so he began expining. Afterward, he tio ask,

  "May I ask, what do your children like to do? From their everyday behavior, we likely determine their strengths."

  "What do they like to do? Does fighting t?"

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