On this day, Eric and Hank spoke freely and chatted until very late.

Hank visited him in his studio, pointed out important equipment one by one, and introduced some familiar faces to him--including fat Nick, young man Mariano, etc.

They are all regular customers here and they are usually obliged to help Hank do things within their ability. They don’t seem to have a good relationship. In fact, these are all enthusiastic people. Quarrels are common, but they have no malice. People are very proud of them in the mutant circle.

Hank's studio mainly serves mutants. Some mutants have incomplete gene awakening, are born with certain defects, and are difficult to live normally. At this time, they need the serum invented by Hank to help. This serum was developed decades ago. It was first used in Hank himself, so that he could suppress the mutation of his body. Later, it was also provided to Professor X when he was young, to irritate himself and regain the ability to stand and walk. But this serum is dangerous. If the dosage is used too large, it may have an effect opposite to expectations, so that the mutation will remain stubbornly on the body. Just like Hank, the current beast, who would have thought that this thick and generous man with blue hair was a pretty researcher decades ago?

Another user is a mutant who was transformed by various forces the day after the day of the day, such as Fat Nick. His experience is regrettable. He used to be as young and passionate as Mariano today, respected Magneto, and obeyed him as his idol. However, once a mission failed, he fell into the hands of the notorious mutant enemy General William Stryker, a military scientist. He was transformed into a monster with alloy blades all over his body. He finally escaped and was abandoned by the organization. Usually he looked like a normal person, but he had a secondary alloy skeleton, but once his ability was out of control, his whole body would twitch, and his bones would turn into sharp blades and pierce the skin and flesh and stretch out of his body. The pain would be unbearable even if he had a slight self-healing ability. This loss of control was periodic. Without serum suppression, he might have been crazy and had already tried to end his life.

The last type of people have no genetic defects and just desire to live a normal life. Such people always hide their heads and tails, come and go in a hurry, and rarely communicate with their compatriots. They want to draw a clear line with the mutant group. Even with such a cold attitude, Hank accepted them and provided them with free services as much as possible like the first two people.

Understanding these situations, Eric's evaluation of Hank was once again raised. The beast's status in his mind was close to or even surpassed Professor X: he really did what he could for mutants.

Look at the microscopes, pipettes, petri dishes in the studio that have been used for a long time but are well maintained, and look at the expensive and precise centrifuges, sterilization pots, biochemical analyzers. Then look at Hank's white-washed coat and the coat with worn cuffs. I also know how much he has paid for the mutants. Hank McCoy is not a rich N generation like a professor. There is no strong family industry behind him, and unlike Magneto, who can do whatever he wants without restraint. Every step of his career is achieved through persistence and courage.

"This is the uniform that the professor has prepared for you." Opening a box, Hank took out a set of clothes and showed the top to Eric.

"Yellow?" Eric asked. The uniform was obviously different from the black-bottomed and orange-bottomed X-Men uniforms worn by Scott and Qin. They were wearing leather armor. They were a bright yellow and black clothes.

"Yes, yellow." The talkative Hank shook off the top and fell silent, his eyes blurred as if he was nostalgic for the past.

"Yellow is the original style, we wore it when we first acted. Charles, Eric, Riven, Alex, Sean, and me. We were all young at that time and wanted to do something. Unexpectedly, after the first battle, Eric and Charles had a falling out, and Riven left. Later we never wore this dress again, and the uniforms did not continue its design style, although Charles and I both retained the first one."

"Some time ago, Charles asked me to customize the uniforms to Stark Industrial. A thought suddenly popped up in my mind: Why use the current uniforms? We have to change one, a different style! I told Charles about my thoughts, and then we thought of this one at the same time. Do you believe that day we were so excited that we couldn't sleep all night, as if we were back decades ago, and like nostalgic old men, we decided to customize this set of clothes. Black symbolizes the suffering that mutants have endured and are suffering, and yellow is our indelible pursuit of light. We should go back to the original starting point, rather than repeating the mistakes of the past."

"Sorry for not asking for your comments, but I really hope you enjoyed it."

Hank said, holding his clothes over with both hands.

"I like it very much, really."

Eric stretched out his hands and took them solemnly.

The moment the uniform changed hands, the two of them were shocked at the same time, and an invisible responsibility seemed to be passed down from the previous generation to the next generation.

"I will fight for the unarmed."

"I swear to protect my brothers."

“I will give help to those who seek help.”

"I'll fight back against all the mistakes."

"I will bravely fight against rape."

The knight's proverbs I heard in a world I had been to ring in Eric's heart at this moment, like the roar of a big bell echoing in his heart. He followed the voice from the bottom of his heart and murmured.

A sacred human brilliance seemed to fill his heart, washing away the almost solidified blood color from the world of the Lord God.

The crimson memory has not faded, but gradually becomes crystal clear. It is the sublimated awareness that makes him dare to face his past again and then enter a new realm.

Hank looked at the young man opposite and felt his changes silently. He was walking out of the shadow that was indescribable to words, getting closer to the light, and the last trace of worry in his heart disappeared.

"It's too heavy to say that these are too heavy. Let's change the topic. You have been in the academy for a long time. Why not go to the city to relax? I have asked my friend to get your ID, so you can go shopping on the street with confidence. Westchester is a famous wealthy area in the country. The girls are beautiful and bold. It's hard to guarantee that you will have any adventures." Hank winked and gave Eric a card.

"Now, change your clothes and go out with confidence. I will ask Charles for leave. Before you officially join, you can enjoy a few days of happy time, young people."

***

Saying goodbye to Hank, Eric did not go into the city to stroll, but instead sat down by a nameless river in the suburbs.

As a once-in-a-lifetime reincarnationist, shopping is really boring.

I was once surrounded by queens and princesses in the Champs-Elysées, adding color to their beauty with my own hands, and swept Antwerp with sacks like nouveau riche, and packing diamonds that were cut like bright stars in the sky in a rough bag. I also led the army to step on the capital of the world under my feet, let the emperor bow his back and the nobles crawl.

Even if you are declining for a while now, what does it matter?

The greatest happiness is to be able to experience life again and change the mistakes you have made.

Protect what should be protected, crush what should be crushed.

With this awareness, Eric sat by the quiet river, listening to the gurgling water and the singing of birds, and accidentally, the moon and stars were sparse, and spent the night on the bench.

When I think about it, time passes quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the sun rises and the moon sets, and the morning comes.

There were people passing by the river one after another, most of them were residents coming out to play nearby, and most of them were young men and women. The young girls who were quite youthful looked at each other curiously when they passed by the bench. Seeing their vitality, fullness and plumpness, Eric felt a little intoxicated.

The boredom I had after recovering my memory a few days ago, after resolving my conversation with Hank, it disappeared a lot in that night.

After all, it is a new life, and you must face it with a new attitude.

I want to draw a beautiful scroll on this white paper, Eric said to himself in his heart.

Then he heard someone read what he said in his heart.

"I want to draw a beautiful scroll on this white paper." A mustached man holding a painting board in his hand, making the girl passing by giggle.

"I am an artist, not a playboy. You know I am inexperienced. I just want to keep the beauty on paper and save it forever. When we get old, we can point to the paintings of that year and say: Look, we have such youth before-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Forget it, do you need our contact information next? I don't want to mingle with an old man full of alcohol in the early morning. You just want to pull us on the bed, don't underestimate us." The girls were very smart and didn't even hook up. After laughing for a few words, they ran away with a smile.

"Old man?" The beard was very shocked and covered his chest with grief and fell on the tree, rustling the leaves all over the tree.

Eric looked at this scene and felt very interesting. It was a typical story of a slutty fight with a smart girl. He shook his head and planned to stand up.

"Don't move!" The mustache suddenly cheered up from the blow and shouted at him. "Don't destroy my inspiration."

The mustache said, picking up the paintbrush and moving it quickly on the drawing board, as if there was a spark of thinking really burst into existence.

Eric sat back, waiting with interest to see what he was doing. A silly sled dog next to him was lying at his feet at some point, sticking out his tongue and panting at him.

Eric touched the sled dog's head, and then the guy stuck to him with a familiar face, put his face over and made him scratch it, making a comfortable sound from his throat.

The dog owner was a beautiful lady, and her tight sportswear perfectly showed her exquisite curves. At this moment, she was standing next to the mustache curiously, looking at his paintings.

The bearded painting was very fast and it was completed quickly. The lady stared at the drawing board. She couldn't help laughing when she saw something. The bearded took the opportunity to chat with her. After a while, the two of them started to chat with each other as if they were familiar.

"I'll give it to you. Remember, this is Tony Stark's masterpiece. Keep it safe and it will appreciate in the future." The bearded man said arrogantly, throwing the drawing board to Eric, putting his hand on the lady's waist and leaving with a giggle.

Eric was a little surprised. He didn't expect to meet a uniform producer here. He had made a breakthrough in the main god space and had never seen anything. He didn't care about this kind of ostentatiousness at all. He was a little curious about what tricks the playboy used to make the beauty happy.

He privately guessed whether he had deliberately vilified himself or drew something funny.
Chapter completed!