"Hahaha~ Coke, steak, movies, games... Without these, how can you be considered alive!"

The old man laughed constantly, and a few of the white beards under his jaws shook off.

“What are those?”

The boy was puzzled. He was born in this concentration camp and grew up. He only occasionally heard others talk about these words a few times, but never saw what these words mean.

"That's right. Look, you little devil should be less than ten years old. It's normal that you haven't seen these."

Putting down the empty wine bottle, the old man sat upright, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes: "Those are good things, which were available at the time, but I didn't know how to cherish them now, and I can't get them."

"Is that right? I must try it if I have a chance."

"If you don't have a chance, your destiny is destined to be born and die here. And those things cannot exist in this concentration camp. Even if they exist, they are not qualified to be obtained."

The old man ruthlessly shattered the boy's longing.

"Why are you so sure?"

The boy was very resentful of the old man's words.

The old man did not answer this question directly, but changed the subject: "Do you believe in fatalism?"

"What is fatalism?"

"There was a group of mutants who believed that the mutant clan was ‘special’, and we mutants would eventually lead humans to a bright future, and eventually live in equal terms without distinction between each other. It was like humans begging to be led by others."

He closed the book in his hand, the old man looked solemn, and he blew his beard and stared: "This is all nonsense, a big nonsense, do you understand?"

Bishop shook his head.

He is just an eight-year-old child who barely recognizes all the letters. How could he understand such profound things?

"One day more than a hundred years ago, the fatalist freaks and more than 99% of the mutants in the world disappeared overnight and became ordinary people.

Later those fatalistic survivors called that year the 'darkest year', and it would be great if it had been like this..."

As if I knew the other party didn't understand, the old man pointed at himself and told the past slowly: "I happened to be one of the 99%, but I was just born at that time and didn't understand what was going on. I grew up as an ordinary person until one day later..."

"Your ability awakens and becomes a mutant?"

Although he was not old, Bishop, who grew up in this environment, was obviously much more mature than his peers in peacetime, and he quickly guessed the "disaster" that happened to this old man.

"Who asked you to interrupt! You are smart?"

The old man was very upset that his words were interrupted.

But perhaps it is a common problem for the elderly, perhaps it is the instinct of human beings to inherit their civilization and history, or perhaps it is simply to show off that they know a lot, when they meet the eyes of the younger generation full of curiosity, they can't help but start to recall the past: "After the darkest years, the fatalist freaks never gave up on the glory of regaining the glory of mutants, and have been fighting silently in secret.

The most important thing is that it seems that the damn God was moved by these guys, or that the bastard just wanted to see a good show, and He gave the Messiah of the mutant, the Messiah of the fatalist freak."

"Did Jesus? Did he bring new life to the mutants like myths and legends?"

"It's not 'him', it's 'she'."

Shaking his head, the old man corrected the little boy's wrong words.

"Ha, freshman? Maybe it's right."

Immediately afterwards, I smiled coldly: "I don't know much about what happened back then. I only know that with the help of this mutant Messiah, the group of fatalistic monsters pulled the endangered mutant clan back from the edge of the abyss.

The mutant people who lost their mutant abilities in the 'Dark Year' have gained their abilities again, and I also awakened my abilities that day. On March 18, 2021, I will never forget this day, a day that changed the fate of countless people."

"How did she do it?"

A shock flashed in the boy's eyes, remembering this day firmly.

"Don't ask me, I'm just an ordinary mutant, maybe it's that damn God bless."

The old man shook his head and changed the subject again: "I heard that some people tried to kill her when she was born, and some people were ready to kill this threat before she woke up. I really hope those people succeeded."

"I hope, too."

The bald boy nodded fiercely.

"You should know a rough idea about what happened next?"

"I don't know very well."

"Who teaches your history..."

As if he had thought of something, the old man sighed helplessly: "That's right, you probably don't have the chance now, and you may be in elementary school. If you don't have elders' teachings at home, you really won't know what happened."

"That year, 2021, when mutants are reborn, we call it the 'first year of new mutants'. In just ten years, the number of mutants expanded to the tens of millions."

He patted the sofa and signaled the boy to come to be by his side. The old man looked sad: "Centered with the mutant Messiah, the group of fatalists became unprecedentedly united, and used this to unite the power of the entire mutant clan.

At first, humans and mutants did live together peacefully for a while, and that was the best time in my life.

But some contradictions are inevitable, and they will only accumulate more and more. One day, a war between mutants and humans broke out.

At the beginning, both sides were quite restrained. After all, you have me and I have you, and I have you, and the relationship is close.

However, as time goes by, both sides inevitably reach the point of never ending.

With all kinds of mutant abilities, although the number is at a disadvantage, mutants have always been in the dominant position in the war."

"Then why did we lose, and become like this?"

The boy gradually became impatient and wanted to know the answer.

"I still don't know, I only know that one day eighty years ago, the mutant Massia suddenly lost control and killed tens of millions of humans."

After spreading his hands, the old man showed helplessness: "Of course, the mutant people suffered more severely in this catastrophe. They not only lost two leaders, but also lost a large number of high-end combat power, leaving humans with time to survive, so that they developed a sentry robot that turned the situation around."

"who is she?"

"Hope Summers, the culprit of all this, I turned out to be just an ordinary person, but one day,"

The old man took out an old yellow photo from his arms and handed it to the bald boy beside him.

In the photo, a beautiful woman wearing a dark green uniform, with long burgundy hair and a bright smile stood in the middle of the crowd.
Chapter completed!