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Chapter 97: The Founding of the Brotherhood, Charles the First Member!
Because Du Mu wore the "Foolish Ring," Charles's telepathic abilities became completely ineffective against him.

Just as the description of the "Dumb Ring" suggests, it possesses a kind of beauty that transcends the mind. This effect is not about forcefully resisting or blocking, but rather about directly ignoring it, like a clay ox sinking into the sea, leaving no trace.

Therefore, Charles was unaware that his abilities had failed, like dialing a phone but receiving no response.

Du Mu was unaware of the message Charles was conveying; he only felt that the man was staring at him without saying a word, pretending to be an expert.

"Ahem, I mean, we're all mutants just like you."

Charles's attempt to impress at the start failed, leaving him somewhat embarrassed. In the end, he opted for a simpler approach to communication.

Du Mu chuckled: "You say mutants have some kind of special ability, so what is your ability, just staring blankly?"

Charles: "."

This made things even more awkward. He didn't understand why his abilities had no effect on Du Mu. The problem was that he had invested all his skill points in telepathy, so he couldn't prove his abilities to Du Mu at all.

Left with no other choice, he turned to Raven beside him and whispered, "Do me a favor, Raven."

Raven couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Charles's rare moment of frustration.

Then, a layer of blue scales quickly appeared on her body, and in the blink of an eye, she transformed into Du Mu's appearance. Even the subtle patterns on the mask on Du Mu's face were copied perfectly, as if she were looking in a mirror.

[NPC: Raven Darkholm]

Codename: Mystique

【Favourability: 10】

[Review: She can perfectly transform into anyone. Having her is like having all the women in the world, and of course, men too. Her height and length are absolutely identical to everyone else's.]

"hiss!"

Du Mu gasped.

This ability is pretty powerful; it's like having unlimited character customization.

I wonder if the other party can create a Cthulhu.

I'd love to see it.

However, Du Mu possesses discerning eyes and can clearly see that Raven's true form is a red-haired avatar covered in scales. It seems that she is not wearing any clothes, and there is nothing worth censoring.

Charles thought that Du Mu was amazed by Raven's ability, and smiled and said, "This is Raven's ability. She can turn into anyone. She is a mutant just like us."

Don't talk nonsense. Who's the mutant? I'm a Saiyan.

Just as Du Mu was about to retort, the system's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[Official distribution of dungeon quests begins]

Mission: Rise of the Mutants

[Objective: Create a mutant guild with at least 12 mutant members (0/12)]

[Rewards: Will be determined based on the guild's influence and members]

Du Mu's expression changed, and he shook his head and sighed, "I didn't expect that even though I hid it so well, you still found out. That's right, I am a mutant!"

Charles smiled and said, "Don't worry, you're not alone. I'll help you."

"Help me?" Du Mu asked, somewhat surprised.

Charles nodded: "Yes, we all saw what happened in the alley just now. You saved that family of three from the thugs, but you took their cash."

"But you didn't hurt anyone, nor did you take any more money. If I'm not mistaken, you must be facing financial difficulties, which is why you had no choice but to do this, right?"

Du Mu was taken aback, not expecting Charles to have such a strong imagination.

If the other party had come closer and seen clearly the golden Desert Eagle he was holding, they probably wouldn't have thought that way.

"Ah, yes, yes."

Du Mu naturally wouldn't offer an explanation, but instead followed up on Charles's words, asking, "So how do you plan to help me?"

"I have money."

Charles's words were concise yet inexplicably convincing.

Du Mu immediately stepped forward and put his arm around Charles's shoulder, saying warmly, "So you have money to burn too! What are we talking about? We're buddies! My name is Du Mu, what's your name?"

"You can just call me Charles."

"Okay, Charles, it's fate that we get along. Why don't we find a place to eat and chat? I'll treat, you pay!"

"No problem at all."

The two men stood arm in arm, looking like old friends reunited, leaving Raven speechless.

Do male friendships always develop this quickly?
Inside a private room at a luxury restaurant.

At this moment, Du Mu had already taken off his mask, was gnawing on his steak, and mumbled, "You mean, mutants are extremely rare in this world?"

Charles took a sip of red wine and replied, "Yes, besides Raven, you are the second mutant I have actually come into contact with. Other mutants generally do not easily reveal their abilities, and unless you conduct a special investigation, it is difficult to determine whether they are mutants."

The so-called investigation was actually him using telepathy to peer into other people's memories.

As for whether doing so is somewhat unethical.

Charles said that since the other party hadn't refused, it meant they didn't mind.

"That's it."

Du Mu was somewhat troubled upon hearing this.

He thought that encountering two mutants before even leaving the starting village meant the spawn rate must be high, but he was surprised to find that they were so rare. Even Charles, who had lived for so many years, had only encountered a handful of mutants.

In that case, his task will be in trouble.

The objective is to establish a mutant guild and recruit 12 mutants.

Even if Charles and Raven are invited to his guild, there will still be ten spots needed. Where are we going to find those?

"By the way, I still don't know what your abilities are, Du Mu?" Charles asked curiously.

At the time, he and Raven only saw Du Mu kick people into a mural, but it was difficult to determine the specific ability he possessed.

After all, mutants have all sorts of abilities. Although it may seem like someone is just kicking another person into a wall, their true ability might be telekinesis.

Hearing Charles's words, Du Mu was a little conflicted.

According to Charles, if all abilities beyond human capabilities can be considered mutant abilities, then he has far too many abilities.

Du Mu thought for a moment and said, "I can use magic."

"magic?"

Since both words are pronounced the same in English, Charles naturally misheard them.

But Du Mu had a Chinese translator and easily distinguished the two pronunciations, correcting him: "No, it's magic, the kind of magic that involves chanting spells."

"Oh, it's this magic."

Charles suddenly realized, then paused in surprise: "Huh? Magic?"

No, I'm talking to you about science, and you're talking to me about magic?

Charles said helplessly, "Du Mu, we must believe in science. There is no magic in this world, only special abilities brought about by genetic mutations."

Your abilities are the most unscientific.

Du Mu didn't say much, but a flash of white light appeared in his hand, instantly forming a magic sword. With a casual wave, he neatly sliced ​​off the solid corner of the table.

"Oh my God!"

The two people present were both taken aback by what they saw.

Charles looked at the magic sword and exclaimed in amazement, "What a sharp light bulb!"

"This is a magic sword!"

Du Mu habitually corrected him, explaining, "This is just a basic spell. There are more powerful spells, but I haven't studied them long enough to cast them yet."

Charles still didn't believe it was magic and pressed on, "Then when you kicked someone into the wall earlier, was that magic too?"

"Oh no, that was purely due to my own power. It's very common in our mage circle; any mage can do it."

Charles: "." Raven: "."

Are you a mage or a warrior? You're so fierce!

Charles did not delve into whether it was a superpower or magic.

In his eyes, regardless of which one, Du Mu was a purebred mutant.

Afterwards, the group continued their conversation for a long time about mutants.

Through Charles's account, Du Mu also learned a lot about this world.

The overall historical process of this world is roughly the same as that of Du Mu's main server.

The only difference is that there are no superheroes here, nor is there Steve who sells his ass. Instead, there are mutants with superpowers like Charles.

Suddenly, Charles's expression turned serious, and he asked in a deep voice, "Du Mu, what are your thoughts on the future of mutants?"

Du Mu said without hesitation, "It's fine if there aren't many mutants, but if their numbers increase, we're doomed sooner or later!"

Upon hearing this, Charles and Raven frowned.

Raven retorted, "Isn't it a good thing that we have more of our own kind?"

Because of her naturally unusual appearance, she has never dared to reveal her true appearance to others, for fear of frightening ordinary people.

If the streets were full of mutants, she wouldn't have this problem, and she wouldn't be treated as a freak.

Du Mu shook his head: "Humans have good people and bad people, and mutants are no exception. Once the population grows, it's inevitable that some mutants will like to cause trouble. If they are lucky enough to get a very powerful ability, the whole world will be in chaos."

Upon hearing this, Charles fell into deep thought.

He understood what Du Mu meant.

After all, he himself was considered one of the lucky ones in Du Mu's eyes, having drawn the golden legendary skill of telepathy. Moreover, as time went by, his ability became more and more powerful, until now he could control anyone around him with a single thought.

If it weren't for Charles's strong innate sense of morality, he would have been acting out a soap opera every day like Kilgrave.

Let alone him, even if it were Raven, whose abilities are not directly used in combat, if she really went astray, it would be enough to terrify everyone.

Who can guarantee that she won't become the closest person to you, only to suddenly stab you in the back?
Even if it's not that extreme, just impersonating you and swindling people, or running naked in the street, is no different from being dead.

Du Mu continued, "Moreover, once humans become aware of the existence of mutants, they will never sit idly by. Sooner or later, they will come up with various ways to restrict mutants, or even take more extreme measures, either to control mutants or to completely eliminate them!"

He was not exaggerating.

As a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, he was all too aware of the attitudes of the human leadership towards these kinds of issues.

After all, mutants are not like superheroes or supervillains; each one is an independent individual. No matter what trouble they cause, they will not cause a structural impact on the stability of human society.

However, mutants are a completely new race, similar to vampires, but obviously hundreds of times stronger and equally dangerous.

With such a group of unstable bombs living among human society, how can humanity not feel panicked?
To put it more bluntly, it's like putting a group of West Coast Black people into a white community; do you think the white people would panic?

"You're not overthinking it, are you?"

Raven's expression was somewhat stiff.

This sounds like mutants are going to die tomorrow.

"No, Du Mu is right."

Charles's smile held a hint of bitterness as he said softly, "Actually, I've been thinking about this question too: can humanity truly accept beings like us?"

As a PhD in genetics, he knew better than anyone the fundamental differences between mutants and humans.

If humanity ultimately cannot accept mutants, the two sides will inevitably become enemies, which is the last thing he wants to see.

Seeing Charles's worried face and inability to eat, Du Mu couldn't help but sigh in his heart. No wonder he is a future leader of mutants. He thinks so much at such a young age. No wonder he will become bald in the future.

So he decided to kindly help Charles out, and took the untouched steak from in front of Charles and began to eat it with relish.

Charles: "."

Du Mu waved his hand: "Charles, you don't need to worry so much. There are solutions."

"any solution?"

Charles's eyes lit up, and he immediately regarded Du Mu as his strategist.

Du Mu said easily, "It's very simple. All peace is built on fists. As long as your fists are strong enough, others will naturally not dare to argue with you."

Charles's expression hardened: "Isn't this deliberately provoking a war between two races?"

Du Mu curled his lip: "Who said we were going to start a war? Fists are just a way to show strength. If you don't even dare to throw a punch, how can others care about your position and rights?"

Upon hearing this, Charles pondered for a moment, then asked earnestly, "So, what exactly do you think we should do?"

"First, we need to create a mutant guild!"

"The Mutant Guild?"

"That's right!"

Seeing that Charles had taken the bait, Du Mu immediately pressed his advantage: "The biggest problem facing mutants right now is that they are too scattered. Only by bringing the scattered mutants together can we form a force that cannot be ignored."

"This is not only for self-protection, but also to gain the right to engage in equal dialogue with humanity. No one will listen to the voice of a disorganized group, but everyone must value a united whole."

"Moreover, such a guild can effectively restrain mutants who abuse their abilities, and when necessary, it can sever ties with them at lightning speed to prevent these mutants' behavior from damaging the friendly image of the entire group."

A bright light flashed in Charles's eyes.

After listening to Du Mu's words, he felt that creating a guild could indeed solve many problems.

At this point, Du Mu's expression suddenly turned serious: "To be honest, I have always had a dream in my heart. I hope that all mutants can live openly and honestly, no longer needing to hide or conceal themselves, no longer needing to fear the strange looks of humans, and no longer being treated as freaks!"

Charles looked surprised; he hadn't expected Du Mu to have such a grand dream.

But before you say that, could you please put down the steak you're holding?

That's so mood-ruining!

Du Mu continued, "That's why I've started preparing to establish a mutant guild and sincerely invite all like-minded partners to join."

“Charles, I can see that you are an ambitious person. Would you like to join my guild and fight together for a better tomorrow for mutants?”

In fact, after all he said, his ultimate goal was to recruit Charles, since Charles was a mutant right in front of them.

As for Raven, Du Mu could tell at a glance that she was also an ambitious person, even more so than Charles. Moreover, she was Charles's little follower, so as long as Charles was persuaded, she would naturally follow him and join him.

Faced with Du Mu's sudden invitation, Charles fell into a brief silence, his expression revealing obvious hesitation.

He was not unwilling to contribute to the future of mutants.

On the contrary, what Du Mu said resonated with his own long-held desire.

However, establishing a guild is a major matter, and he finds it difficult to make a decision in a short time.

Seeing this, Du Mu immediately said, "Don't worry, Charles, our guild welcomes any mutant to join and will not prevent any mutant from leaving. If you have other ideas, you can leave the guild at any time."

Charles pondered for a moment, then asked, "What's the name of this guild?"

Du Mu thought for a moment: "Brotherhood, everyone who joins the guild is one of our own brothers!"

Raven rolled her eyes upon hearing this.

She wants to join; why not call it a sorority?

Charles thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll join the Brotherhood. But let me make this clear: if the guild deviates from my principles in the future, I reserve the right to leave."

"of course."

Du Mu grinned and readily agreed.

You joined and now want to leave?
It's not that easy!

Charles then asked, "So how many people are in our guild right now?"

Du Mu said confidently, "Including you, there are already two people."

Charles: "."

Is it too late to leave the guild now?

(End of this chapter)