Eric slept very deeply, beyond his own imagination. The screams and explosions that sounded outside did not wake him up. He seemed to fall into the deepest sea, and the external stimulation weakened to the lowest point. He vaguely knew that he had been pulled and dragged on the ground and was transported away on a new means of transportation. Even so, he could not let himself struggle from his dream.

The power of dreams dominated his soul, allowing him to return to the forgotten space and experience the last scene before leaving again.

In the dark space, a group of people were lying in a row. Their armor was broken and their bodies were stained with mud and blood. They were as embarrassed as defeated soldiers, but they were not as depressed as a broken dog.

"It's great to pass the level alive." I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a sigh of joy filled with the joy of escaping from death caused a reciprocity to respond with joy.

Vitality and vitality returned to them, and they began to talk nonsense, and it took a while before they stopped.

"So, have you all chosen to return to your own world?" A voice asked, someone affirmed and some objected, but no matter how you choose, it could not stop everyone's desire to get rid of the supreme existence's control.

The endless adventure, the despair of life hanging on the line, the panic of stagnation, and the disappearing partners, all of which make it difficult for the most tenacious person to bear.

Everyone was dancing on a steel wire, and below was a deep abyss.

Now the way home is right in front of them, their yearning for freedom is unstoppable.

He stood alone on the edge of the crowd, without any intention of greeting his friends who were about to part.

No one else thinks it's strange.

Because this was originally a miscellaneous team that was pieced together, the people who joined the longest had only experienced seven or eight games together, and the least had just entered before the final battle.

The reincarnations of the main god are like the worms raised by seedlings in the southern Xinjiang in the novel. The world is a cruel battlefield of killing, and survival of the fittest is their fate. No matter how unbearable you are in your heart or how much effort you put in to save them, you cannot ensure peace. If you are not careful, you will lose your life. In this way, you will continue to expose the old and bring about the new, and what you will stay in the end is a temporary choice.

So although the team is a miscellaneous brand, the members are all elite.

There is no waste that can survive the infinite battles and plots.

Because of this, there is often no deep friendship between each other. They can rely on each other and strive to pass the test. Now they are peaceful and have no nostalgia for separation, but instead become a bit unstoppable.

People gradually fogged and disappeared, and the empty hall was deserted, with only a few people left to say their final farewell.

He was the one who joined this team in the last battle. His teammates who had deep feelings died and were not very familiar with new teammates. They just used a code name to call each other and had nothing to say to them, so they also planned to leave and go to the world they chose to start a new life.

At this time, someone called him, the captain of this temporary team, a young man with a gentle and calm appearance.

"You have decided to go to that world?" asked the captain.

"I can't go back to the world I came to, so I'll just choose an interesting place." He nodded and replied.

The captain is not a pretentious person, and he doesn't ask nonsense like "Why can't you go back?" Everyone has their own difficulties. Life is just rolling around in suffering. Everyone understands this, and this is not what he wants to say.

"In order to pass the test, the equipment has been almost destroyed. This is the only one left. I can't bring us to the world anyway. I'll give it to you, as a reward for saving my life."

The captain said as he took out a red ball and handed it to him.

He gently picked up the ball and looked at it in front of him. His hand felt soft and elastic, and there was a blood-colored light like silky smoke inside, flowing slowly.

Like a strange blood bead.

"This is a relic of the former teammates. The bloodline ball obtained from the mission is based on Magneto and has added some mutant characteristics. After being transformed by the main god, it can be used in that world." The captain explained.

He held the bloody red ball in front of his chest and thanked him solemnly.

Now that we have settled each other, no one owe each other - although we have never cared about it, who would be willing to owe others for nothing?

As they were about to part, they heard the captain ask, "We will be born and die together, and I don't know your name yet, can you tell me?"

Finally, he looked at the nightmare space that he had dreamed of getting rid of for countless days. He pressed the blood ball into his chest, felt the changes in his body, and replied casually: "I'll call me Eric after using Magneto's bloodline."

Eric...

In a trance, Eric felt enlightened, and then he left the space with the "he" in his dream, and gradually faded away like the fog under the sun.

Then Eric and "he" merged into one, feeling the change together, and watched the scene in front of him gradually blur, the light twisted and tumbling like it was refracted by water waves, and then it shattered. The colorful halo was mixed with huge and noisy sounds in my mind, and kept flashing and roaring.

Eric looked quietly at the intertwined light and shadows, and his already forgotten experiences kept appearing in the scenes that he had experienced in the main god space, including the genitals of thinking that he was lucky to the protagonist when he first came, the silly confessed to his senior and beautiful female teammates, the fear and anger when he was suppressed by the strong and ruthlessly forced, and the spirit of being maturing and successful.

The memories that even I forgot were now turned out and presented to me one by one, and then they were gone without a trace like a mirror.

In the fragments of light and shadow, familiar or unfamiliar faces were scattered. He recognized that there were disgusting competitors, enemies who once wished to eat flesh, friends and partners who shared hardships, and people who tried their best to protect the ultimate but were powerless.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the pretty face that had passed by. Before his fingertips arrived, the fragrance had passed away.

His hands were frozen there, and then he truly understood that everything was over.

The past dust dissipated like smoke, and then he appeared in front of an angry fat man bathed in the dim light.

A new world has arrived.

...

Something happened while Eric was sleeping:

The car they were riding was attacked by strange mutants, Jin Ganglang and the attacker were injured in battle, Eric entered a state of sleepiness and was reluctant to respond. The little naughty was trapped in the fire car and almost died of the fire. Fortunately, someone rescued him, so he survived.

Afterwards, the rescuer brought the group of three back to their base, Xavier Talent Youth Academy, for temporary placement.

Jin Gangwolf's damage quickly woke up, and the little naughty entered the academy to study, but Eric was still dormant, which puzzled the rescuer who claimed to be the X-Men.

At this time, Professor X, the founder of the college, was talking about him with his first class of students.

"At the age of 27 to 30, he is healthy and has no abnormalities, the possibility of him being unconscious in the car due to external injuries. When this person appeared, he had no objects, only a translucent black watch on his left wrist. The watch is of unknown material and unknown purpose. It cannot be taken off by trying many methods. This is the only item he carries, and there is no other thing to identify the identity information." Phoenix girl Qin Ge Lei pointed to the human detection picture in front of the enlarged X-ray display to make a statement to the teacher and his companions.

"According to Logan's recollection, he was in an underground boxing match in a small Canadian town. The opponent was skilled and experienced, and could control metal bullets without physical contact. Based on these clues, I think this is a mutant who has undergone fighting training and has the ability to control metals. Although according to the professor's observation, his fluctuations are not strong enough, between level two and third, but they also have certain threats and there may be considerable room for growth in the future." The beauty with long red hair and enchanting figure analyzed.

Professor X and his right-hand men sat across the street and listened carefully to her explanation.

"According to the recollection of the little naughty Mary, he couldn't remember where he came from and why he came. The first time he appeared was the bar where the black boxing was played. The professor also confirmed this. I did not find his identity information in the government's archives, and there were no clues to the entry and exit institutions, and it was as clean as a newborn baby." The Phoenix Woman said a pun.

After the report was over, everyone was talking.

It is not uncommon for mutants to be persecuted by ordinary people because of their special abilities or physical characteristics. Xavier Academy was originally established by Professor X and colleagues with the same philosophy for this purpose. They are willing to provide selfless assistance to their compatriots, and they will not retreat even if they get into trouble. But this person who appeared out of thin air was really strange. He was like he fell from the sky, and he could not understand the details at all. In this attack, another mutant organization, the mutant Brotherhood under Magneto. These problems inevitably make people feel a little doubtful.

Most people believe that it is necessary to observe carefully. Scott, who has laser vision ability, insists on opposing that he was persecuted when he was young, and his thoughts became sensitive and radical. He believes that dangerous people should be controlled outside the safe area to avoid harm to the academy.

"Do you remember the biological weapons that Stryker created? They are all dangerous elements like time bombs. You won't forget the threats that those guys have caused to us. Who dares to say that this guy was not sent by any force to make trouble? What do you think Logan?" Scott took the initiative to seek advice from his rival Jin Ganglang for his own opinion, but he was soon disappointed.

The violent man with a bearded face pondered for a while and said, "I don't think it's a big deal. Although his ability is annoying, I can overcome it. We have fought in the ring and were just about to chat with him more in the future." He fiddled with the sharp Hardman alloy claws on his hand, and obviously the so-called chat was just an excuse to find fault.

Everyone here knows that he was beaten by the other party in a mess when he was playing black boxing in Canada. He was simply a loss of fame for his whole life. He has always been upset about this, thinking that he did not fight with all his might, so he overturned the ship in the gutter. Now he knows that the other party is also a mutant, and his level is a little lower, and he is not afraid even if his attributes are incompatible. He just looks for an opportunity to use him as a sandbag to express his depression.

Everyone was arguing and quarreled for a while. Finally, the professor decided to take in the uninvited guest.

"It is our responsibility to protect our compatriots, Scott. I will pay attention to him." Professor X said slowly.

The boss made the decision and everyone decided to obey. Cyclops didn't have to say anything else, so he left in disappointment.

Storm girl Oroluo was meticulous. She finally went out of the house among the few people. Seeing the teacher's frowning, she just took a few steps and turned back.

She asked, "Professor, is there anything wrong?"

Professor X murmured: "It's so similar, it's so similar."

The Storm Girl asked in surprise: "Who do you think looks like who? Does this intruder look like someone you know?"

Professor X moved his wheelchair and came to the display screen, switched the camera to the sleeping scene of the intruder, and looked at the familiar face and became more and more surprised.

"He looked exactly the same as Eric when he was young, and at that time he did not have the nickname Magneto. The same ability and appearance were like Eric in the past who reversed time and space and came to me."

The Storm Girl guessed: "Maybe he is Magneto's son or relative, or what Scott said, was cloned by what institution?"

Professor X shook his head and denied this conjecture, saying, "He has no such memory in his mind, and his body has no sign of rapid growth. There is another thing that Qin has not found. He put dozens of bullets into the watch in the bar. The little naughty thought he was doing magic, so he didn't care. After I found this information, I checked the watch. The result was shocking. The watch in his hand was actually a space equipment that could accommodate matter that exceeds the volume of his body. Although I don't know what the principle is and how to apply it, it undoubtedly far exceeds our current technological level. Even high-end industrial giants like Stark can't do it. I can't think of an institution that can do it. As for Magneto, what I can be sure of is that my old friend Magneto Eric is still alive now, and this person should just look similar. Maybe all this is really a coincidence."

This statement is a bit reluctant, and with doubts, the Storm Girl left.
Chapter completed!