When he met Hank, he was concentrating on placing drugs for people. Without disturbing him, Eric went to the downstairs lounge, which was a small salon, and there were often mutants who came to visit Hank to stay there, chat or drink something.

Before he could enter the door, he heard someone talking at the top of his throat.

"I have been with him for thirty years, thirty years! I have devoted all the best days in my life to him, and I have served him in the saddle, thinking that he is the savior, and will lead us out of a way, so that we can no longer be worried and be able to stand up in the sun. Who knew that he used me as bait and kicked him away. When I finally escaped from danger and found him, he pretended not to know me - sir, who are you - this is what he said to me, this is the true face of our leader Magneto."

The person who spoke was a fat man in his fifties. He slapped the table with anger and accused him. From time to time, people comforted him. Of course, there were also people who disagree with him. They were often younger mutants. At this time, the two opinions would have a sharp confrontation and sparks would be created.

"If Magneto had not had the power of Magneto, humans would have labeled us as aliens and threw them into concentration camps to break their stomachs. Not every mutant has powerful power. Who can we rely on? Professor X? He will only give in to humans step by step and add force to his brothers and brothers." A more radical young man obviously admired Magneto more. His words made the fat man boil like adding fuel to the fire, and almost threw himself on him. The people next to him finally hugged him.

"With Mariano, the professor has done enough for us. Don't forget that the treatment you are receiving is also developed by the professor and Hank. He doesn't owe us anything. Nick is just talking about his own experience. He didn't lie, right?" A middle-aged man persuaded him to make peace. Although the fat Nick and the young man Mariano stopped quarreling, they turned their heads and looked at each other without looking at each other.

"Hey, who is this?" The fat man turned his head and suddenly saw Eric who had just entered the door. He jumped up and knocked down the cup in front of him. The golden drink poured out, making the table full of it, and it flowed over the table like rain threads.

"Hello, I'll come to see Mr. Hank, have you disturbed?" Eric greeted them.

The fat man didn't listen to anything. He looked at Eric's face, his eyes immediately turned red, and then he rushed up to grab his clothes.

"Eric Lanthel, you ruthless Jewish bastard, don't think I don't know you if you make a young face. I've been following you for so long and ended up like this. Today, I'm going to calculate with you in front of you in order to get Edman Alloy."

This is really a pity.

Eric shrugged, "Mr. Nick, although this is difficult to explain, I want to say that I am indeed not Eric Lanthel, I am Eric Lee." In the part of his memory that he has recovered, Lee was his original surname. At that time, he was a black-haired and dark-eyed oriental man. He became what he is now due to his bloodline reincarnation. However, this is indeed difficult to explain and it is difficult to gain trust.

Of course, Fatty Nick didn't believe it, and he didn't dare to do too much, just threw the dirty words over.

"Don't be rude to the leader!" The young Magneto fan was also excited. He rushed between Eric and Nick like a personal guard, clutching Nick's hand tightly with Nick holding his collar, and also casting his infinite admirational gaze, wanting to give a good impression in front of the big guys. "Isn't we supposed to sacrifice for mutants? Don't always ask the leader what he did for you, ask what you did for the leader."

What a sentence, "Ask you what you did for the leader?" Kennedy's famous saying is changed to this. I wonder what the former president would feel like if there is a spirit underground. Looking at the fat man's sucking eyes and the evasive gaze of the persuader, Eric felt more embarrassed than being sprayed by the fat man Nick's saliva.

He couldn't help but feel a deep resentment towards the "template" he had never met. He was obviously a person from two worlds, but now he has suffered this kind of experience. He is so innocent.

"What happened? It's like this?" The owner here was finally alarmed. He came over with a voice, looked at the people who were pulling into a ball, and immediately understood what was happening.

"Nick, this Eric is not the Lanthel you thought. He is the professor's guest and will teach in the college in the future. Maybe your child will follow him to study." Hank, a beast with blue hair on his face, walked down the stairs and came down from the upstairs.

"Sorry Eric, I should explain it to them in advance." Hank apologized to Eric.

"It's okay, I know that's not aimed at me."

Hank's words were astonishingly persuasive, or out of everyone's high respect for him, as soon as he finished speaking, the people who were holding each other calmed down. When he left the stairs, everyone had let go of their hands. Although the fat man still stared at Eric hatefully, he did not have the hatred he had before that he wanted to choose others.

"I will explain to you about Li in the future. Now you can go up and inject the serum first. The serum can be used." Hank sent the people in the lounge upstairs and pulled Eric down.

"I have to thank you for not taking action. If it were another Eric, Nick would have lost his life today." Hank said this, and handed Eric a glass of water.

"I think he must have a bad temper." Eric said, "He" was of course another Eric.

Hank leaned back on the sofa and looked at the top with some memories, "That Eric wasn't always so cold before. It was fate that made him such a character, and then he influenced more people and spread his misfortune."

"So the professor has been worried that I will follow in his footsteps." Eric raised his glass and signaled.

Hank raised his glass and replied, "There are a few. Charles told me that you came from another world and had experienced many battles before you arrived here. He felt that there were negative effects and bright sides in your memories, just like Eric more than 30 years ago... We formed the original mutant organization together, thinking that we could use our efforts to reverse the views of ordinary people and improve the living difficulties of our compatriots. The result was contrary to our wishes. After the enemy resolved, they parted ways, and then began a decades of confrontation. You see, with similar experiences and encounters, similar appearances and abilities, it is hard for us not to worry about you going on that person's old path."

Eric took a sip of water and nodded, "It makes sense. In fact, when I discussed with the professor, I also pointed out that I agree with the gentleman's philosophy to a certain extent. Although the person's behavior is blind and uncontrollable, striving for peace is the only way for mutants to strive for existence. As a mutant, it is impossible not to care about the outside world's fingers and fingers. Let malicious growth without curbing it, and you will suffer in the end."

Hank sighed: "Charles also knows this. He is trying hard to implement his concept, just because he is worried that if one day he is gone, mutants and ordinary people will really go to the death. Perhaps mutants are the future, but now is not the time when Homo sapiens replace Neanites, it should be a long natural evolution process, rather than through several artificial upheavals. Compared with ordinary people, we have a natural disadvantage: too small quantity and uneven power. If we really compete for tit, it is likely that we will disappear and humans will suffer heavy damage."

"The professor has been worried, and there are successors to the college."

Hank laughed, put down his cup and said, "Who is there? Scott or Ororo? Scott suffered persecution when he was a teenager, which left a big shadow in his heart. He often expressed radical views. With a strong personality, he would probably become the second Magneto without the constraints of the professor. As for Ororo, she is a good child, but she still lacks some courage and it is difficult to become a strong leader. I believe she can support the academy, but mutants are not just one academy."

"Eric, our generation is old, and our abilities are not much inferior because of our age. However, our body will inevitably weaken and die. We are worried that the situation can be maintained when we are alive. Once some of us leave, the balance will be broken. Then the mutants will become the target of public criticism and lose their final living space, so we need your support very much."

"What can I do? I'm just a second-level mutant. Logan is still above me. Scott and the others are stronger, let alone the piano." Eric said unmoved and shook his glass.

The one he remembered in his memory sensation in the entire space in the name of terror, but he was not the kind of supreme powerful man who liked to kill all directions and achieve his goals in other ways. After leaving the space, he lost the power given by the main god and became weak and powerful. When he first arrived in this world, he beat the Jingang Wolf in a mess, but it was just that both sides did not use their abilities.

Now, he is not the real Magneto after all. Although he will not underestimate himself, he will not overestimate himself. If he is blown up and beaten up, he will have long fallen into the cruel battlefield of space without any corpse.

"Forget the level, that's a mistake. Mutants have mutual abilities and mutual restraint. Who must be better than anyone else. If you want to divide it, it's just Omega-level and non-Omega-level. Each has its own strengths. The latter may not be weaker than the former. The key depends on how the user uses it and where it is used."

Hank was a little excited, and he stood up and paced back and forth in the lounge, waving his arms from time to time.

"You don't know how excited Charles was when he saw you. He saw you as if he had seen the opportunity to make up for the mistakes made by our generation. Because of the immaturity of our youth, the division of our fellow countrymen has been caused by decades of struggle and there is still no end. We have lost too much time, and humans have quietly chased after us."

"You have the ability of Magneto and are born with huge room for development. You have endured suffering and have no extremeness from him. You are the young Magneto. If one day you can grow up, you can take over the power of the Brotherhood with our support. At that time, the Academy is your backing, and the Brotherhood is no longer a tool of simple destruction. Your generation can do what we want but cannot do. The mutant society will have the first mainstream voice of unity, rather than being broken down like now, being exploited and hostile to others."
Chapter completed!