After collecting the souls of Namor and the Black Queen into the Underworld, Luke flew straight to Westchester's school for mutants.
A former adversary who was no longer a threat, a mutant witch whose head was full of thoughts of becoming a god.
To be honest, Superman didn't take them to heart.
As for the final disposal ...
Mark their soul and throw them to S.H.I.E.L.D.
An occasional guest appearance as a punching bag and a casual worker would be considered 'waste utilization'.
If he could solve the problem smoothly, there was no need to solve the person who created the problem.
In the classic words of a classic director, even a piece of toilet paper has its uses.
Rational allocation of human resources, squeezing ... Oh no, it should be sending blessings to every employee, was a mandatory task for senior leaders.
For example, the Atlanteans were always reluctant to make concessions on technology sharing.
Such as the underwater fleet, water membrane technology, energy extraction, and so on.
These were cutting-edge technologies that were urgently needed by human beings and lacked research on it, which could make the world take a big step forward and change future prospects.
S.H.I.E.L.D negotiated several times, but the aristocrats were even more difficult to deal with than Namor.
It was always the perfunctory official rhetoric. They were quite tactful in handling things, too smooth to be faulted.
Forcibly seizing and interfering in the internal affairs of Atlantis was detrimental to Superman's positive image.
And to throw a bag of washing powder into the Atlantic Ocean for the sake of technology and start a war on the suspicion that Atlantis was hiding dangerous weapons of mass destruction -- that's too much of a farce.
Now that he had Namor, Luke could send a letter back to Atlantis.
Instead, support the domestic forces, support the restoration of his Kingship, and replace the aristocratic-controlled Senate system.
Whether successful or not, he believed that the elites of Atlantis would understand the consequences of going against S.H.I.E.L.D. and would back off and compromise.
Selene, the Black Queen, not to mention her talent and ability as a mutant.
Her knowledge of black magic alone was far superior to that of most masters.
The Magic Congress needed talents like her.
Luke's standard had always been to strengthen his own side and weaken the opposition.
Fighting and killing could solve most problems, but not all.
'I'm truly a kind and good man. '
Luke, who was flying in the sky, thought so.
As for the Phoenix Force absorbed by these two people, he didn't take it back either.
Because of the complexity of the process, the fragment had already been incorporated into their body, forming a solid connection with the host's life.
If he wanted to take them, he would either have to blow their heads off with a hammer or waste a lot of energy and time.
Luke didn't bother and just sent them on a mission to collect the other Phoenix Force shards.
Not to mention the two Phoenixes together, even if all five of them were combined, they wouldn't be a match for Superman.
Luke didn't have to bother to extract their Phoenix Force for his own use.
Then again, the largest fragment of the main body was still in his hands, ready to be given to the White Queen an unexpected extra surprise.
"In the teams of the studio next door, there was a special Suicide Squad who gathered villains and criminals."
Like a human supersonic aircraft, Luke drew out a cone-like cloud of sonic booms.
"I'll make a copycat version. It should be fine."
Compared to Amanda Waller, who needed to control them with a miniature bomb implanted in their body, he could even omit this step.
He just had to mark their souls directly. If they failed in their mission and died, they would return to the underworld.
They would work for Superman before their death, and continue to be a tool after his death, and continue to shine.
They were a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. in life and a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. in death. They dedicated their life, and their next life, to Superman.
Luke couldn't help laughing when he thought of Namor and the Black Queen, who would live this life of dedication to death.
In this way, the power of death was simply a wonderful weapon for the capitalist.
Boom!
With all his strength, Luke soon crossed the city and reached his destination.
Like a cannonball, the man landed on the school playground, sending up a huge cloud of leaves and dust.
Perhaps due to the harsh effects of the mental attack, the formerly busy school was somewhat deserted.
In order to prevent Charles from waking up and losing control of his talent and ability, the White Queen, the Principal, temporarily transferred the students to a nearby town.
"Emma, you don't look good."
Luke first went to the Principal's office to ask for details.
The White Queen, who was sitting behind her desk, looked like she hadn't recovered from a serious illness. There was a heavy weariness in her eyes.
"My previous attempts to enter Charles's consciousness and calm his restless, agitated negative emotions were overwhelmed by the child's immense potential and the unknown power. I was struck back."
Emma's voice sounded weak.
With her arm resting on the table and her forehead propped up, it seemed like she could pass out at any moment.
She looked very depressed and appeared to be badly injured.
"As I have said many times, don't just enter the consciousness of a psychic. You could get hurt, or you could be assimilated and devoured."
Luke said with a serious look on his face.
He walked up to White Queen and quietly took out the main shard of the Phoenix Force.
"I'm just worried about Charles. He's my student. I have to take responsibility."
After this period of adjustment and learning, Emma had gradually settled into her role and was fully committed to her career in education.
Even if she could shield herself from the mental attack in her diamond form, she still chose to enter Charles's consciousness to heal him.
This was a qualified Principal and a qualified teacher.
"I understand your mood, but you should consider the consequences before you do anything."
Luke said a few words which were less about blame and more about the concern.
The White Queen obediently nodded, indicating that she would be careful next time and wouldn't do it again.
She may seem like an iceberg, but when it came to Superman, she was always passionate.
"By the way, Emma, before visiting Charles, I have a present for you."
Luke opened his palm, and a gorgeous flame crystal appeared in front of the White Queen's eyes.
"This is?"
Emma's eyes became misty as if she was completely captivated by the Phoenix Force.
The twisting, floating, illusory flames were mesmerizing.
The energy emanating from it fluctuated as if it was an intimate call.
"The culprit that made Charles lose control and the perfect gift for a mutant."
Luke released his control, and the Phoenix Force shard flew towards the White Queen on its own accord.
Compared with Superman, this ancient force preferred mutants.
Moments later, the flame crystal was attached to Emma's forehead and disappeared as if it melted.
As if the floodgates were opened, power poured into the White Queen.
Subconsciously, she took the diamond form, her skin glowing brightly.
"Charles is too young. That's why his natural abilities are out of control."
Luke stroked the White Queen's cheek. The diamond beauty felt cold to the touch.
"You're different. This power can make you the most powerful psychic in the world. You can control it."
Superman's voice seemed hypnotic. White Queen felt sleepy, and her consciousness gradually relaxed.
It was as if she had been immersed in warm water. Her spirit was nourished, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing.
"It's time to go and see Charles."
Luke carried the White Queen into the office lounge and then went to the medical room on the ground floor.
Charles was lying in a transparent chamber, in a comatose state, with uncontrolled psychic fluctuations that slightly vibrated around him.
"One, two ... gather all the Phoenix hosts and summon the Phoenix Force?"
Luke counted the hosts he had found, shook his head, and laughed.
He used magic to communicate with the Phoenix Force in Charles.
In the mind's eye, the diminutive flaming Phoenix saw the intruder and immediately spread its wings and attacked.
The mental impact was like a rainstorm that swept through Luke's soul.
"Behave yourself!"
Luke, with the help of the pure white light of Vishanti, conjured a huge palm and slapped the flaming Phoenix.
Snap!
The force formed by that fragment was like a plucked chicken being pinned to the ground, squawking and too afraid to move.
The Phoenix Force didn't harm the host. Charles's talent suddenly got out of control because he couldn't harness the sudden, powerful energy.
Luke slapped the flaming Phoenix in his mental world onto the ground, solving the problem in the simplest way possible.
Sure enough, when the Phoenix Force, the dominant force, became poor, weak, and helpless, Charles's mind regained control of its body.
The child lying in the transparent cabin slowly opened his eyes.
The gleaming flames of the fire gradually faded away and disappeared.
"Mr. Principal."
Charles looked surprised when he saw Luke.
"What happened? All I remember is ... my head hurts like it was going to split open, and then I heard a jumble of voices. It sounded like a lot of people were talking in my ear ..."
Charles, a good student, had a puzzled look on his face, just like an alcoholic who woke up with a hangover and couldn't remember anything.
The pictures in his mind were fragmented; he couldn't put them together.
All he remembered was that he was chatting with his sister Raven, and then he passed out.
The back of his head still hurt a little, as if he had been struck with a dull stick.
"It's all right."
Luke opened the transparent chamber that served as a protective measure and touched Charles's small head, reassuring him.
"Charles, just think of what happened as a ... nightmare. Now that you've woken up, the terrible memories can't hurt you anymore."
As an honorary school trustee and a positive figure, Luke patiently counseled Charles to prevent the future Professor X from falling ill.
It would be a headache if the latter, like the young Jean Grey, were to become evil and develop a negative persona due to the shock.
The Dark Phoenix manipulated things on a molecular level, crushed and annihilated matter, and achieved the goal of destroying the world.
But if Professor X, the most powerful brain in the world, were to be taken over by an evil personality and manipulate the world's human consciousness, it would be easier than ever to stage an American version of 'Yuri's Revenge'.
"Don't reminisce about the past. It will only bring you pain. You should look far and try to look ahead."
Luke was serving the young Charles a hot steaming bowl of pep-talk.
As we all know, whether they were superheroes or super villains, they would have some kind of psychological problems.
Heroes needed to experience growth, hardships, and trials.
Villains would go on the wrong path because of their miserable childhood and unfair treatment.
Therefore, Luke thought that the most necessary department of S.H.I.E.L.D should be the psychological counseling and rehabilitation center.
In order to do so, he approached Congress's Budget Committee and requested a large sum of money to finance the start-up of the project and its construction.
But considering the superheroes, most of the supervillains had basic settings such as 'a genius', 'multiple degrees', and 'a master psychologist in every sense of the word'.
He had no choice but to give up and use the funds to improve S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents' personal life, purchase housing, and so on.
As for those supervillains who had psychological problems, Luke felt that it might be more straightforward and effective to continue with the character modifications with the iron fists of justice.
"Raven?"
Charles accepted the pep-talk and felt that his heart was purified and his haze was swept away.
"When I passed out, I seemed to hear her calling my name!"
Luke smiled. He didn't expect the future Professor X to be a sis-con.
"Raven is fine. You have a rest first. In a few days, Ms. Frost is preparing for the Class President election in a few days. You're the best one among the junior students. She has great confidence in you."
At the mutant academy, not many classes were currently in session.
There was probably a mix of younger students who had just started school and older students who were in their senior year.
Charles's talent, ability, and personal qualities were excellent. Besides, he was also a psychic. It made sense that the White Queen would appreciate him.
"By the way, there will be a new student in the junior class later. I hope you can show him the ropes and build up a friendly relationship."
Luke had a strange smile. When Magneto entered the school, he was sure that kid and Charles would have a different kind of spark.
Love ... No, the friendship between classmates should be cultivated from a young age.
"New classmate?"
Charles was a little curious.
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A few days later, Magneto -- Erik, was packed, delivered to New York, and finally collected by S.H.I.E.L.D.
The sender was Agent Zero of the Task Force, as well as Namor and the Black Queen.
They teamed up together to catch Erik, who had escaped.
With rubber bullets, tranquilizer injections, and two Phoenix hosts, it was easy to take on Magneto, who was still a child.
"Not obedient? Emma, this is normal. All rebellious children are like this."
White Queen continued complaining over the mobile phone. Emma claimed that the child named 'Erik' was the most stubborn and difficult student she had ever met.
Luke smiled. Erik, who had been sent to the mutant academy, was a lot of trouble compared to Charles, the good boy.
Having been insecure since childhood, Magneto had already made two consecutive attempts to flee the country.
Although they all ended in failure, this behavior caused strong resentment from the White Queen.
In addition to this, Erik was often involved in physical confrontations with his classmates.
On the first day of school, Charles, who offered an olive branch of friendship, was beaten and got a black eye.
The reason was that Charles inadvertently mentioned the Jewish massacre, concentration camps, and other keywords.
Erik himself happened to be Jewish and was imprisoned in Auschwitz together with his parents.
Charles was simply dancing in a minefield, uncovering people's bloody scars in one fell swoop.
"You can use Erik's competitive nature to create a sense of belonging to the school and to the mutants."
Luke helped out. He had little experience in education.
Countless stubborn villains and misguided villains were 'convinced' by Superman, each crying out bitterly and reflecting on their crimes.
"Isn't there an election for Class President in the junior class? You can get Erik to participate, arouse his idea of not admitting defeat, and integrate him into the collective group spirit."
Luke spoke eloquently. He looked confident.
"Yes, with or without support, just let him do it. As long as he takes the initiative, he will put his guard down and feel the good camaraderie among his classmates..."
In fact, what he wanted was to use Charles's deep feelings to convince the rebellious and chuunibyou Erik.
After all, the Professor and Magneto's friendship wouldn't be out of date in any parallel universe.
"By the way, remember to send me a copy of the video."
Luke had a smile on his lips, looking forward to the tit-for-tat between the two.
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Mutant Academy, Class President election.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Erik Lehnsherr... from Class One ..."
Erik stood on the platform and introduced himself.
His real name was actually 'Max Eisenhardt'.
During World War II, the family changed their names to escape capture and purging by the Third Reich, which led to the name 'Erik Lehnsherr'.
"I can't hear you! Your voice is so low! You want to be Class President with such a small voice...?"
Raven, who was sitting below, booed.
She glanced at her brother Charles's black eye, groaned twice, and looked upset.
As an active member of the junior class, plus a lovely and lively sister, Raven had some influence in the student body.
She took the lead, and others echoed.
"Come again?"
"Say it again!"
"I can't hear you at all!"
Erik held the speech he had written, his lips pursed, and looked at Charles, who had said nothing, with hostility.
'It must be this guy!'
He remembered that the Principal, Ms. Frost, said if he could become Class President, he could lead the mutants in the future.
Selected by the Phoenix Force, he was fully qualified to be the savior of his suffering compatriots and bring them to a better future.
Class President was just the first step!
There were even more difficult challenges and trials ahead, waiting for him!
As Luke said, the best way to deal with a chuunibyo is to be as chuunibyo as he was.
Erik was convinced by the 'mutant savior' argument.
His parents died in a concentration camp.
From a young age, he suffered a lot of hardship and misery, as well as the rejection of others and indifference.
And then he was blessed by the Phoenix Force.
Wasn't that worthy of being the protagonist?
"My name is Erik Lehnsherr, and I'm a freshman in the junior class! I have the confidence to lead everyone ..."
Erik spoke in a louder voice as the inner thoughts flickered away.
His eyes were always staring at Charles, sitting below.
This rich boy with his shiny hair, suit, and leather shoes was his biggest rival.
"Good! Very energetic!"
Charles didn't realize that he had been regarded as a rival. Instead, he took the lead in applauding to diffuse the awkwardness of the new student.
'Hypocrite!'
Erik, who stepped off the podium, didn't buy it.
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Not to mention the fated collision of frenemies at the mutant academy, Luke was in Washington, D.C., when he received a message from Kamar Taj.
The Kamar Taj of the other universe!
The content was very simple --
"Sorcerer Supreme, return quickly!"
The sender of the message was Stephen Strange.
Transmitted by the Vishanti.
'What's the matter? How long have I been away? '
Luke slightly frowned, tapping his fingers on the table.
Personally, he didn't want to be a fireman, to save the world when he had nothing better to do.
That's what Superman of the studio next door would do.
But Luke was sitting in the position of the Sorcerer Supreme, enjoying the generosity of the Vishanti.
If he quit at a critical moment, it wouldn't seem right.
'Let's wait and see. Maybe Strange can work it out himself."
Luke considered that he was too busy with the Phoenix hosts and the integration of Hydra to take time off.
So, he lit up a message in pure white light and sent a reply.
[The Sorcerer Supreme you are calling is currently busy. Please try again later.]
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