hotmtlnovel Chapter 3986 MU Superbody Major Event (66)
Chapter 3986 MU Superbody Major Event (66)
Chapter 3986 MU: The Superbody Incident (Sixty-Six)
Finally, Schiller appeared, grabbed Constantine tightly, and then verbally persuaded Thor, barely managing to save Constantine, who had been charred black by the attack.
After Thor left, Schiller threw Constantine, whom he was carrying, to the ground, sighed, and said to him, "Well? Still calling her a magazine model?"
“That’s not right,” Constantine exhaled a puff of black smoke. “How could Thor possibly have such power? I’ve fought him before, and he’s just a big, dumb guy who only knows how to swing a hammer. He wouldn’t be able to touch me even if I were given a year. How can this guy be so strong?”
Didn't you see what he was wearing?
"He's not naked."
Schiller covered his forehead and said, "Can't you think of anything else besides that yellow garbage?! He's wearing a robe, that's the attire of the Asgardian emperor. He's already been crowned, do you still think of him as a prince?"
“Oh, right,” Constantine said, slapping his forehead, “Sorry, but his face was too striking; I really didn’t have time to look at his clothes. The gods of Asgard all get stronger with age, right?”
"Speaking of which, Odin really has good taste; both his biological son and his adopted son are beauties. If I had a way to help them resolve Ragnarok, could I get them both to invite me to dinner? Of course, they can get married in this universe, but I'm not here to break them up. I can join them; I'm very experienced..."
Schiller was speechless. He really didn't want to say another word to this man, but after thinking for a moment, he still asked, "What kind of plan did you and Loki come up with? Can you get energy?"
"Don't worry, it'll be fine. But we might need to communicate with the mutants. Have Magneto and the others returned to Earth?"
Schiller didn't know either, so he opened the communication system and sent a message to Professor X. The reply came quickly; Charles said he was showing Magneto around the Andromeda Galaxy.
"Finally, something serious to do," Schiller thought. Although it was no different from sightseeing, it was still better than wandering around the interstellar market. So he and Constantine traveled through portals and arrived at the Andromeda Galaxy, where the mutants lived.
As soon as they arrived at the capital Sky Island, they witnessed an unprecedented spectacle: young Charles, who was introducing the facilities on Sky Island to the elderly Magneto, bumped into Eric, a young man from this universe—Eric was holding his little daughter Anya in his arms.
Although it wasn't raining, the atmosphere was definitely a bit awkward. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't Charles who was embarrassed. If we had to pick, the most embarrassed person was Schiller, who was just watching the show, and second most embarrassed was Mystique.
The three involved didn't see anything wrong with the situation at all, as if they could easily form a family. This made Schiller realize that the young Charles and Eric had actually become young again; although they looked young, their souls, having lived so many years, had long since understood that having one more or one less person was no big deal.
Of course, judging from young Eric's expressions, gestures, and body language, although he appeared nonchalant, he was actually incredibly smug.
True revisiting of old dreams is never about one person wearing a helmet and the other in a wheelchair discussing whether they would have ended up on the same ship if that bullet hadn't been fired. Rather, it's about standing shoulder to shoulder on the land of the new home they built together, where he sees himself as the same carefree and vibrant rich young master, and he sees himself as the same profound and compassionate anti-fascist fighter.
There was also Anya, visible to all three. The aged Magneto almost immediately focused his attention on the little girl. However, the old man's suffering was like the sea, now reaching the top of the castle; the tragedies that had occurred at the bottom of the castle years ago had long been eroded away, his memories blurred. Now he only felt the face was familiar, but he didn't remember that this was his daughter.
Charles lowered his eyes, seemingly feeling pity. Eric almost immediately stepped forward to block his view. The aged Magneto reached out and stroked Anya's face. Perhaps he remembered, perhaps he didn't, but this sudden and careless gesture proved that he had always been the less restrained one between the two, just like most Lokis.
The atmosphere should have become awkward again, but as they say, every creature has its nemesis—Constantine simply walked out, smiled, and greeted them, saying, "Hello, I'm a new employee of the Earth Sanctuary. I apologize for following you around the market earlier, but I do have some things I'd like to discuss with you."
When the three of them looked at him, Mystique was sweating bullets for him. But Constantine, oblivious to their concern, said, "What we're about to discuss might not be in accordance with social morality. Let the kids play over there for a while."
Anya has no physical form, so normally no one can see her. But Constantine, daring to come here alone, must be no ordinary person. Eric merely raised an eyebrow and sent Anya back to the spiritual world.
"I'm sure you've all heard about the recent interstellar telecommunications fraud, which has killed many demons and severely damaged the reputation of the Sanctuary. This matter certainly needs to be addressed, but Earth would lose too much just to make amends. How about we try a different approach to achieve a win-win situation—I mean, the wizards and the mutants each win once."
“What do you want to do?” Charles asked gently.
"The demons have time to cause trouble for the Sanctuary because they don't have any bigger problems. As long as you hunt them down, they won't have time to seek justice on Earth."
"But what good would that do us?"
"You helped the Sanctuary resolve its credibility issue, so the compensation that should have been given to the Demon God can naturally be given to you. Although you may not be able to use the energy, those wolves on Wall Street have the power to make things happen on Earth, and they will naturally have ways to get what you want. In this way, the Sanctuary will no longer have complaints, and you will receive compensation. Isn't that a win-win situation?"
“Then what do you want?” Eric asked. “You’d better not try to fool us. You’re not an employee of the Sanctuary, but the fraudster who caused all this trouble.”
"It's actually very simple. I've already discussed it with Prince Loki. We'll split the energy from the victims you deal with 50/50. The more you deal with, the more I get. Of course, some of these might not involve credibility issues, but similar problems might arise in the future. By helping them resolve these issues in advance, you can naturally receive compensation earlier. Simply put, the more you kill, the more you profit. What do you think?"
Charles and Eric exchanged a glance, both seeing the affirmation in each other's eyes.
In fact, mutants have never had any reason to target the Demon God. Even if they could defeat him, there was no need for them to fight, because they don't need energy. Mutants seem to completely defy the laws of physics; it's unclear where the cosmic mass they create out of thin air comes from, but it certainly isn't generated from energy.
It's like they are the engine themselves, a perpetual motion machine that can start without needing energy, so naturally they don't need to borrow electricity from others, and they have no conflict with the demon god.
Of course, if there's a reward for helping the mages defeat the demon god, they wouldn't refuse. It's just that the Sanctuary has always operated very stably; if you suddenly and inexplicably kill one of their members, wouldn't that offend them?
In other words, the sorcerers don't need the mutants to help them fight the demons. The existing situation is already very stable, and the mutants have no room to maneuver.
But this time it's different. Because of Constantine's arrival, many demons have become victims, and in order to maintain the stability of the system, a solution must be found.
There are essentially two solutions: either provide compensation and try to appease the demon, or simply resolve the issue physically, and once the victim is gone, the reputation will naturally be fine.
But this is something that mages can't do, since they play the role of system maintainers. If they solve the problem in such a simple and crude way, they might lose trust in the future.
But mutants are different. They're cosmic terrorists to begin with, their reputation has little room to decline, and they really shone when they took down the three great empires. If they dared to mess with the three great empires, what's a little trouble with a few minor demons?
As for why the demon gods who were destroyed happened to be the victims who had previously sought justice, we can only say that justice resides in the hearts of the people, and the other demon gods and interstellar civilizations will decide who is right and who is wrong.
“No problem,” Charles agreed. “Give us the list and two days, and the energy will be sent to the Sanctum Sanctum. What we want is simple: the course on the structure of the universe, previously taught by Professor Lucifer at the Ilvarmoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was suspended due to the departure of the main professor. We hope to restart the course, with Eric Lansheer as the new professor.”
Seeing that their communication was going smoothly, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. But he was clearly relieved too soon—they stayed overnight on the capital's floating island, and then in the middle of the night, he heard Constantine's screams.
Schiller hurriedly changed his clothes and rushed to the floor where the screams came from. He saw two Magnetos at the end of the floor, one on the left and one on the right, each with an outstretched hand, pulling Constantine out of thin air.
The two exerted their strength almost simultaneously, and with a snap, Constantine was torn in two. Unfortunately, what fell to the ground were two broken pieces of paper. Then, they both looked towards Charles's room.
"Wait a minute!" Schiller rushed forward and shouted, "You two don't go in yet. I'll go in first and call you in when I'm sure everything's alright."
Although Schiller felt it was unlikely that Charles would let Constantine succeed, he was always just in case. If Magneto saw anything provocative, they would definitely be finished.
Schiller knocked on the door and then went in. Thankfully, Charles was sitting unharmed on the sofa. He looked around and said, "Uh, where's John?"
Before he finished speaking, Constantine took Anya's hand and walked out. Then he said to Charles, "No problem, I can create a temporary body for her that is the same as my clone. However, if it is not used as a consumable, it may be more difficult to maintain. I can write you a maintenance manual, but I can't guarantee how long it will last."
“It would be better if she had a permanent body,” Charles sighed, frowning, and looked at Anya with some pity. “She has already experienced death once, and you know how unpleasant that is. Even though we protected her brainwaves in advance, she still lay in the hospital bed complaining of heart pain, saying she had difficulty breathing, and that her body felt like it was being strangled. Neither of us could prevent this tragedy from happening; we could only try to minimize her memory.”
Then he looked earnestly at Constantine with his blue eyes and said, “Switching bodies frequently could trigger bad memories for her, which would be too cruel for a little girl. As Eric’s friend and Anya’s teacher, I can’t stand by and watch that happen. So, if you can create a permanent body, I assure you that mutants will always be your friends, and so will I.”
Upon hearing this, Constantine's eyes lit up instantly. Schiller also covered his eyes; it seemed that Charles hadn't escaped unscathed, but was actually thriving.
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