Dreaming is not all pleasant.

Some people will have sweet dreams, and they will get what they have pursued for their whole life, and they will be happy and happy; some people will have scary dreams, and their experiences in the dream make them blush and their ears hot, and then they have to get up in the middle of the night to clean their shorts; some people will have black or red nightmares, which is really sad. There is always some pressure in reality that sneaks into the spiritual world and turns into a huge disaster, causing you to suffer double torture on the spiritual and physical levels.

But no one dreams like Eric.

He kept dreaming, a series of dreams.

A series of strange dreams like a string of movies, and it seems that they will never stop - one play is finished, another one, there is only one audience, no fee, and never ends. In the dream, he becomes the plot destroyer, wandering around through a wonderful space, experiencing various lives, breaking the original destiny, trampling the protagonist under his feet, and replacing them with various tasks, repeating over and over again, never stopping.

Sometimes he and a group of young people appeared in the cave, and were given infinite superpowers by the huge luminous crystal; sometimes he mixed into the secret base where the virus was raging to help the beauty struggle; sometimes he would meet another group of guys of the same origin as him--they called themselves reincarnators---that was then fun: either you kill me or I kill you.

It is rare to fight side by side with each other.

Of course this is not absolute, but it is best to ask that this situation is not the case, because it means that there must be a catastrophic plot that requires them to work together to escape the birth of heaven: the end of the world, the tide of monsters or the higher-level reincarnation.

This really makes people want to die.

Eric remembers that many of his teammates fell in this kind of disaster. That kind of scene was really hard to look at... No matter how hard he tried to save it, he could not hold the hand of help from those close people. He was crying out endlessly, but he was powerless, which made him feel endlessly blamed.

"Eric", a low voice called in his spiritual world. "Eric"

"Who is calling me?" Eric asked groggyly. He had just left the previous world and was walking in an infinite wasteland like a walking corpse.

The wind blew from a very far distance, rolling up gravel, big and small, and hitting it on his face, forcing him to cover his face with his hands.

"Eric, did you hear it?" asked the voice, as empty as if it had fallen from a very high place.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"You have to be a good person, Eric." The voice sighed. "Be more patient with people, believe in them, and be tolerant of them."

"Be a good person and be more patient." He repeated mechanically, tossing and turning like a mantra.

Suddenly he looked up and looked at the sky.

There was a huge face in the endless void, the face of a bald old man with a kind face, rising from the horizon and covering the entire sky.

Two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, looked at each other from afar.

Then he woke up.

"Hi, Eric." Qin, the red-haired intellectual beauty, smiled softly, covering him with a thin blanket. "Did you dream again?"

"Yes, I keep dreaming." The lights in the observation room were bright, and he was a little uncomfortable when he woke up.

Noting this, the piano lowered the brightness of the light and suddenly the light became softer.

"Can you remember something?" she asked.

"Does unpleasant things count?"

Qin quickly apologized, paused for a moment, she couldn't help but feel curious, and asked, "But there is always a bright side in life, right?"

"A little bit."

"Can you talk?"

"Why not see it yourself."

Qin hesitated for a moment and did not reach out. Although she was a proud disciple of Professor X, she was capable.

"Then I went to Hank's place. The professor had asked me to get his uniform before," Eric said after getting out of bed.

I have been to the college for some days, and I have been treated by Qin because of my previous coma incident. It was not until recently that I have confirmed nothing is wrong.

Now that the little naughty Mary has entered school, Logan has become a history teacher, but he has never made any plans, but there will be new work arrangements soon. Didn’t the professor ask the beast Hank to prepare a uniform for himself?

Anyway, there is nowhere to go for the moment, and it is not bad to stay. There is no need to hide anything when you are with a group of mutants. I just hope that the uniform will not be too ugly.

"Are you always so cautious, Eric?" Before leaving the door, he heard Qin say, with a faint resentment in his voice.

When Eric woke up from a coma, it was Qin who treated him. The two of them had been alone for a long time and had a happy smile. Qin was a quiet woman with a hot appearance. Eric had a natural unruly temperament. Coupled with some secret connection, their relationship was so fast that even Qin's boyfriend Cyclops Scott had tasted it.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and the gradual recovery of memory made Eric bear some psychological burdens that should not exist. Now he looks almost as boring as a serious Scott, but Jin Gang Wolf Logan took the opportunity to attack Qin.

It can be seen that strong memory is not a good thing. No wonder those superficial guys who have the memories of fish live happily instead.

Maybe the two of them will one day return to the past or even go further, but it will take time.

It's just that Eric has seen the shadow rising behind the piano.

"Aren't you the same, Qin?" pointed to his chest, and Eric left.

Qin's face was so white that there was no trace of blood, and the black phoenix in her heart was about to roar out.

...

Xavier College is located in the northeast corner of Westchester County, New York. The main building is an old-style house, which is Professor X's family industry. He specially contributed a shelter for his fellow mutants. It covers a vast area, has good vegetation, is complete in various sports venues and teaching facilities, and has a huge underground part. The style is completely different from the surface buildings. It is avant-garde technology design, mainly used for confidential research and certain special functions.

Leaving the main building and passing through rows of golden spruce woods, Eric walked towards the college gate. The beast Hank was outside the college at this time, where one of his studios was often received by some older mutants in need.

The full name of the beast is Henry Philip Hank McCoy, an Illinois native. His father Norton McCoy once worked at a nuclear power plant and bravely solved a nuclear leakage crisis. He then married his lover Eleanor. Perhaps due to the influence of nuclear radiation, their son Hank acted differently than ordinary people when he was born, strong and had extremely thick hands and feet.

The older Hank grew, the stronger his strength, and his mind was very developed. He performed well in middle school, and became a highly anticipated rugby sport, and later carried out some research and development work for government departments. During this period, the concept of mutants had emerged. Some jealous people were malicious about mutants. Soon he met the young Professor X and his friend Magneto, confirming that he was indeed a mutant. They convinced him to join the team and created the X-Men there (from the plot of the movie).

As one of the elders of the X-Men, Hank is not only widely respected by mutants for his generous personality, but also one of the few mutants accepted by the top government officials. Although his appearance is indeed as his name: a blue beast with only hair tents and eyes scattered, it is a bit scary, but humans are really not bad.

Eric came to the entrance of the college and was about to go out when a black car stopped. Cyclops pushed Professor X's wheelchair down.

The bald old man greeted him first: "Eric, I'm so happy to see you. Sorry, I didn't see you some time ago, are you in good health?"

"Yes, thanks for your concern. Qin said I was fine, except for occasionally dreaming of upset things, but when I woke up and saw the lively children in the academy, my worries disappeared without a trace." Eric said.

The professor nodded repeatedly and said, "I am the same. I cannot avoid setbacks in life, but for our future, everything is worth it. I am very happy that you can think so."

Cyclops interjected: "If you and Logan put all your energy into the kids, I think everyone will be happy."

Scott was still wearing his sunglasses and wearing a tight black leather jacket. The design style looked like the leather armor worn by ancient warriors. He looked very energetic, but the strong sour smell in his words revealed his dissatisfaction.

The triangle relationship is a headache, and now it is possible to upgrade to four corners. The professor touched his forehead helplessly, made excuses to temporarily send off his most capable assistant, and talked to Eric alone.

"I heard you say that dreaming often is an external diarrhea that stores information in the cerebral cortex. It is related to memory. Have you remembered something recently? Maybe I can help you."

"There are some things that I don't want to remember," Eric said calmly. "Remembering is a pain for me, and I'm glad someone has shared the pain."

The professor looked at him solemnly and said, "What you are afraid of is not the pain of others, but your own. Although pain is terrible, it can make you stronger. If you can make yourself feel it and accept it, it will make you stronger than ever. Mutants have powerful abilities, but their greatest ability should come from the most human power----- hope."

Eric recalled these words and said goodbye to the professor.

The professor watched him leave and came over next to him.

"He must have found his memory. He looks different from the beginning. He was frivolous at that time and is very sinister now. I am really afraid that he will do something bad." Cyclops said, he had nothing to do with his rival in his heart.

"I have been paying attention to him. You should have confidence in yourself. If you are sure that you are what the Qin needs." A honest official can't make a decision on family matters, and a professor with profound wisdom can have insight into people's hearts will also be difficult to encounter this.
Chapter completed!