Most of the Mutants' abilities would not change from the moment they were awakened. Except for a small number of people who had mastered the essence of the ability and could make it stronger through learning or practice, most of the Mutants' abilities would not change much throughout their lives.
In other words, maintaining the status quo was a reflection of the extreme majority of the Mutants. After all, most of the Mutants could live a good life with their abilities. As for humans, once they met their lowest expectations of life, unless something happened to prompt them to change, they would likely continue to live a mediocre life.
But frankly speaking, most of the Mutants didn't use their abilities well. To put it bluntly, they were just wasting their talents.
Ordinary people did not like them, not only because they were mutants, but also because they were a confused race. There was no way to change the future of this race by relying only on Magneto or Professor Charles. They were like nomads living in modern society. They had no culture, no heritage, and no spiritual sustenance. They did not know where the future lay, so they were very easy to go on the wrong path. They were like unstable bombs hidden under society.
They were indeed stronger than ordinary people, but to be honest, they were also a group of sad people.
"He looks so miserable …"
Professor Charles looked at the charred Saber in front of him. It was as miserable as a beggar's chicken that had just been dug out of the fire. More than a dozen tubes connected to his body for various drugs. It looked like an evil scientist's evil experiment.
The guy wrapped in a layer of black ash did not have the slightest rise and fall of his chest, nor did he breathe. If it were another person, they would probably be declared dead.
But the professor was different. He saw the active soul under the silent body.
He could not help but shake his head and said with emotion.
"Sometimes I am really surprised by the magic of the Creator. He always favors some people … Under the body that is still alive, the spiritual activity is extraordinarily active. Oh, it's still getting stronger. It seems that our new friend is about to wake up."
Standing on the other side, Jean was holding a device similar to a mobile phone, observing the jumping numbers on it. After entering the working state, the beautiful woman became more focused. After a few seconds, she put down the device in her hand and looked at the silent Saber while speaking to her mentor.
"The activity of the cells has increased by at least 70% since last night. They are dividing rapidly to repair his shattered body. In fact, I suspect that this repair began at the moment of the explosion. It's only because we provided him with enough nutrients that this cell-level repair speed reached the fastest."
Jean frowned as if thinking about a difficult problem. She looked up at her mentor.
"Teacher, have you ever seen such an ability in the past?"
She stretched out her finger and gently slid it across Seiber's charred arm. A piece of black material was removed, revealing the tender skin inside. It was as if it had been reborn.
"To be able to repair the body with a speed close to Grade-A self-healing. He can also absorb 100% of any nutrients and convert them into energy for the body to move at an extremely fast speed. And if the information we received is correct, when he was in Gotham, his self-healing ability should be at the lowest level, close to Grade-C self-healing. There is no doubt that this transformation is not normal."
Professor Charles closed his eyes and searched through the vast sea of memories. Finally, he said in a low voice.
"Saber reminds me of a friend from 40 years ago. His name is Darwin … His ability is adaptation. I call it Survival of the Fittest. He can quickly adapt to any environment and let his body achieve the most perfect integration with the environment. When he enters water, gills will grow on his body. When he touches fire with his hand, scales will appear on his palm. Although the manifestations are different, if I'm not wrong, this abnormal self-healing ability is the same as Darwin's Survival of the Fittest. It's a manifestation of the body's instinct to protect the existence of the individual.
"This is an ability that we have never seen before, so we can't use common sense to infer it."
His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the wheelchair. A moment later, he opened his eyes.
"Jean, inject paralysis toxin into Saber!"
"What?"
Grey Jean's eyes widened. "In this situation, if his senses and circulatory system are paralyzed, he might die!"
"I'm not going to kill him. He's my disciple."
Professor Charles looked at Saber with an inquisitive gaze. He said gently, "I just want to prove my guess. Inject him. Keep an eye on the toxin. If there's any problem, inject him with the antidote."
"Okay, if you insist."
Jean reluctantly took out two syringes filled with liquid from the complicated and sophisticated operating table beside her. Then, under Professor Charles' gaze, she injected one of them into Saber's body.
One minute later … there was no reaction!
Jean looked at the instrument in her hand and reported Saber's physical condition in a low voice.
"The toxin is spreading in the blood. It will reach the highest concentration in about one and a half minutes … I'm ready to inject him with the antidote."
Click.
As soon as she finished speaking, a soft sound came from the steel bed in front of her. She jerked her head up and saw the charred body trembling. It was an instinctive tremble.
The instrument in her hand also sounded an alarm.
"The toxin is infecting his circulatory system. He can feel it … the rejection has reached the highest level!"
Along with Jean's voice, Saber's body trembled even faster. It had reached a level that could be called "struggling." His body kept colliding with the steel bed, making a continuous crisp sound. Professor Charles' gaze became deep. Jean waved her hand and the antidote floated to her other hand.
This kind of extraordinarily flashy "telekinesis" was the privilege of manipulators with psychic power. Professor X could also easily do it. There was a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"His cell activity is rapidly declining. His self-healing speed is also slowing down … No! I'm going to inject him with the antidote! "
Just as Jean was about to stab the syringe, Professor Charles suddenly said, "Don't worry.
"No! Wait a minute … I can feel it. He's using his own method to deal with the toxin. "
Jean's gaze fell on the instrument in her hand. Her expression became very strange and she started to stutter.
"This … unbelievable … The paralyzing toxin that has spread to the highest concentration is disappearing?"
She raised her head and looked at her supervisor.
"What did he do?"
Charles stretched out his finger and rubbed his forehead gently. He was probably organizing his words. After a few seconds, he slowly spoke.
"He didn't do anything. He just …" ate "the toxin."
This judgment made the two people present fall into an indescribable silence. After a while, Professor Charles' wheelchair rolled gently. He reached out and placed his hand on Saber's forehead, who was still unconscious. He looked up at Jean with a serious expression.
"I think I know why Seiber was able to survive the explosion … Jean, you have to keep everything that happened today a secret, okay?"
"Okay."
Jean put down the syringe in her hand. She also had a vague guess about Saber's ability. A mutant's ability determined their status in the mutant society. Existences like Professor X and Magneto were natural commanders in the mutant society. Now, Jean's gaze towards Saber had a hint of … jealousy. Of course, it was not out of malice. She was just resentful of the Creator's favoritism.
"Crack, crack crack."
The moment Professor Charles' hand moved away from Saber's forehead, a slight cracking sound continuously came from Saber's body. This attracted the attention of the two people. The layer of charred black "skin" condensed outside the body was like a cracked eggshell. Under the restless power inside, cracks quickly appeared and spread rapidly. Soon, the layer of "armor" wrapped around Saber cracked.
Two seconds later, an open palm cut through the shell and appeared in the air, followed by another hand. His two hands were like a person suffocating in water. He covered his face and then pulled outwards. Under the black shell, Saber slowly opened his eyes.
He took deep breaths, his body moving up and down like a person who had just recovered from suffocation. He turned his head slightly and looked at Grey Jean, who was standing at the head of the bed and looking at him with a special gaze. His consciousness was still a little muddled. It took him a few seconds to realize his current situation. Then, his gaze followed Jean's body all the way down. In the end, he broke into a smile.
"Sorry, I slept too deeply. But beauty, were you the one who poked me with a needle just now?"
Jean didn't answer. Saber's greeting, which had just woken up, wasn't very friendly. However, Saber didn't need her answer. He shook his arms and tried to sit up on the bed, but when he retracted his hands, not only him, but also Professor Charles and Jean's eyes widened.
There, on the side of the steel bed, were two clear palm prints. Saber was also stunned. He put his hands in front of his eyes. They were still the same pair of familiar hands. Other than his skin becoming better, he didn't feel any other changes. But what was with this strange power?
He turned his head to look at Jean and Professor X, who was sitting at the side. He turned over and jumped off the bed. At least he knew that he was naked now, and there were women present, so he simply wrapped the white bedsheet around his waist, took a deep breath, raised his fist, and punched the bed in front of him.
Bang!
A clear fist print appeared on the surface of the steel bed. He felt a little pain, but it wasn't unbearable. Even his bones seemed to have become stronger.
And the most peculiar thing was that after gaining such power, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. It was as if this power was engraved in his bones, engraved in the deepest part of his body. It was as if this power was originally his.
But it wasn't!
Saber knew very well what he should look like. The fist print in front of him reminded him that after he carried Victor and detonated the two grenades, some changes occurred. He didn't know whether it was good or bad, but in short, he was different from before.
Saber hated this feeling!
His mental fluctuations were easily sensed by Professor Saber. His wheelchair turned slightly, facing Saber. He slowly moved forward and extended his hand to Saber.
"Child, it seems that there is a slight change in your body. But it doesn't matter. In the history of mutants, this kind of change is generally harmless. Do you want to do a full body test?"
Saber breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the hand in front of him, looked up at the kind old man in front of him, and asked coldly.
"Who are you?"
"Saber, didn't you come to New York to look for me?"
The professor was not angry at Saber's indifference. He laughed and introduced himself. "This is the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, and I am Charles Francis Xavier. Are you interested in talking to me?"
The two hands shook. Saber's eyes were still vigilant. He glanced at his clenched fist and muttered to himself, "It's nice to meet you, Professor Xavier.
"It's nice to meet you, Professor. I also hope to chat with you because right now, I really have a lot of questions to ask you …"
The more you read, the more you want to return to the origin. At present, there are very few adventure stories. There is no intrigue. This is a journey full of surprises and surprises. The author of "Yala's Adventure Chronicles" is a new book. The prodigal son of the capital is waiting for you at the beginning of the story.
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