#602 - Change of identity

On the outskirts of the former New York ruins, robust plants sprung up from the ground, far surpassing the ancient trees of tropical rainforests, evoking thoughts of fantastical plants that exist only in human imagination.

These interconnected plants forming the wall were Yang Le's creation, although he was merely the executor; the mastermind was Magneto, standing behind him and giving instructions.

The previous night, Magneto had urgently summoned all mutants capable of fighting, including the students led by Piotr.

None of them knew what Magneto was planning, but everyone could tell he had a major announcement to make; otherwise, there would have been no need to gather even the students.

Sure enough, Magneto announced his alliance with Hyperion, a revelation that shocked all the mutants, including Yang Le, who was mixed in among them.

Magneto demanded that everyone participate in the plan to capture superhumans, for which he offered a grandiose reason.

"This is all for our scattered brethren," Magneto sighed deeply. "Hyperion threatened me that if I didn't help him, he would deal with those mutants on his own terms, and how he deals with them is entirely up to him."

"Do you remember the research institutes we destroyed? Those were all the work of his father, and I'm afraid he will inherit his father's legacy."

As soon as these words were spoken, the mutants, who had been somewhat hesitant, immediately exploded, directing their anger at Hyperion.

"We can't tolerate this anymore, Headmaster!" Gambit clenched his fist. "Those guys will only become more and more outrageous."

Others felt the same way; whether young students or mature adults, they were united on this issue.

Even the usually quirky and mischievous Jubilee was cheering, demonstrating the extent of the harm done to mutants by outsiders; the only person who could remain calm at the scene was probably Yang Le, the outsider.

No, perhaps there was also Magneto, who initiated the topic and fanned the flames.

Yang Le frowned. The words Magneto had spoken earlier didn't sound like him. Inciting the emotions of the crowd and openly discussing the hatred between mutants and humans in front of the children was not something a leader should do.

The Magneto from earlier was completely different from the Magneto of the past.

Magneto raised his hand and pressed down, and the room returned to silence once more.

"Now is not the time, children," Magneto said with a kind expression. "We still have brethren in their hands. For their safety, we cannot act rashly. Once we have brought all our brethren back, it will be time for us to settle accounts with them."

"I believe that day will not be too far off."

Next, Magneto said a few more inspiring words, pushing the emotions of all the mutants to their peak, and then he briefly assigned tasks and dismissed everyone.

As they left, Yang Le carefully observed everyone's expressions. Because of his plant-like appearance, no one knew where his eyes were, so it was fair to say he was openly observing.

Although everyone's expressions varied, it was easy to see that their emotions were high. Clearly, they had all been stirred up by Magneto.

However, in Yang Le's opinion, these emotions were wrong. In the dark, seeds of hatred had already begun to sprout in the hearts of the mutants. If this continued, humans and mutants would sooner or later become irreconcilable enemies.

That was definitely not what Yang Le wanted to see. Whether it was a fight between two tigers or a struggle between a snipe and a clam, such an irreconcilable situation would not end well for either side.

Could Yang Le intervene? The answer was yes, but he couldn't directly interfere.

Eternity had already told him that for beings of their level, wanting to change something was just a thought away, but that was definitely not the right thing to do.

Yang Le, of course, understood this principle. Everyone has their own life; they are not anyone's toys. Eternity reminded him that he should observe this universe with the mindset of an outsider.

That day, Yang Le finally understood why Ben Tennyson had sealed away Alien X.

Indeed, Yang Le could use Alien X to solve everything that was happening, but that would be no different from playing a game with cheat codes enabled. Even if the world were changed, it would all be meaningless.

Eternity had reminded him that he should help these people as a guide, rather than taking everything into his own hands like a superhero, because if he were seen as a superhero, he would be too overpowered.

Therefore, Yang Le, as a guide, was currently looking for a key to break the situation, someone who could break the situation, and coincidentally, he had found one.

Like him, there was a calm figure in the midst of the impassioned crowd. She was observing her companions with a gaze that was difficult for ordinary people to detect. Clearly, she had not fallen into Magneto's trap.

That person was Magik—Illyana Rasputina—who had just returned from Limbo. Perhaps because of her upbringing, the intrigues and deceptions of Hell had not corrupted her, and Magneto's authority, accumulated over time, could not influence her either.

She must have noticed Magneto's abnormality and wanted to tell someone about it, but found that everyone was in a state of fanaticism, so she couldn't speak up.

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'It's you!' Yang Le nodded silently in his heart.

Because it was late at night, everyone didn't make too much noise, just gathered at the door for a while and then left.

Illyana returned to her room and sighed. She suddenly felt that the mutant island might not be a good place to go. The meeting just now was like some kind of cult gathering; it could be said that Magneto had absolute control.

Illyana wanted to leave with her brother Piotr, but the steady and generous brother in her memory had also become one of those fanatics. Facing her somewhat unfamiliar brother, she really didn't know how to speak.

"Tsk!" Illyana sat on the bed unhappily. She had already seen that Magneto's position in her brother's heart was similar to that of a father. If she were to raise doubts at this time, she might only receive a lecture.

It could also arouse Magneto's suspicion, which would be very detrimental to her and her brother.

Illyana couldn't help but rub her hair. Even in the deceitful Hell, she rarely used her brain. She usually just charged in with her Soulsword.

In Hell, the most she used her brain was when she was studying.

Feeling irritable, Illyana couldn't help but look at the flower bushes outside the window, hoping that these beautiful plants would give her some ideas, but she saw a surprising scene.

A bouquet of flowers in the flower bushes outside the window climbed up her windowsill like a snake, slowly crawling into her room.