Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

Recently, Emma Grace has been waking up from nightmares every night. After waking up, she hides under the covers and cries for a long time until she is exhausted and falls into a deep sleep again.

Several days later, the shadow of fear still loomed over Emma's heart. Everything that happened that day was still vivid in her mind. That devilish man stood three thousand meters in the air, his gaze filled with indifference as he looked down.

However, this was not what Emma feared. Even if she were hit by that mountain, she would simply die. What truly tormented her was the man's thoughts.

Bizarre, twisted, and deformed, it resembles a bottomless, dark vortex.

Emma possesses extraordinary mental powers; she can act like an invisible hacker, freely traversing the mental world of others, reading the secrets hidden in their hearts, and even manipulating their thoughts to make them act according to her will.

Magneto once praised Emma Watson highly, stating that her potential was no less than that of Professor X.

Emma initially thought this was just Magneto's rhetoric to win people over, but after that day's intellectual exchange with Homelander, her abilities improved by leaps and bounds, and her mental strength was now comparable to Professor X's.

With just a thought, one can mentally manipulate thousands of mutants, making them willingly give their lives to attack the White House.

If Professor X hadn't constantly interfered with her from across half of America, Emma alone would have been able to conquer the entire city of Washington.

"Emma, ​​it's just going out, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?" Mystique Raven stared at Emma in disbelief.

Emma slowly shook her head and sincerely advised, "Sister Raven, I suggest you cover your body and face too. Girls need to learn to protect themselves when they go out. This world... is extremely dangerous."

This……

Raven couldn't help but facepalm in exasperation, and after looking Emma up and down, his face was filled with helplessness.

At this moment, Emma was wearing a heavy fur suit, with a scarf wrapped around her neck again and again. The fur top was below her knees, and the bottom was also fur trousers, with the trouser legs tucked into fur boots. The delicate pom-poms on the boots swayed gently with her movements.

In addition, it also wears an adorable plush headgear, making it look like a round, soft, oversized plush toy.

"I'm curious, what exactly did you see in Homelander's mind that day?" Raven had asked this question many times, but Emma always shook her head and refused to say.

How can I say it? I simply can't bring myself to say it...

Are you suggesting I tell Raven that Homelander's mind is filled with a billion beautiful girls, striking all sorts of indescribable poses and wearing all sorts of bizarre uniforms, including you and me?

Emma almost had a mental breakdown after just one glance. She didn't dare show her true face when she went out, fearing that Homelander would jump out from some corner and rape her.

This fear deeply troubled Emma, ​​but it also served as a stimulus, resulting in an unprecedented and significant boost to her abilities.

This kind of improvement is not a proactive improvement, but rather a self-protective mechanism passively triggered when the mind is severely polluted.

"Don't ask anymore, Sister Raven. If you believe me, then never go to New York again, never mess with Homelander, and preferably never run into him again for the rest of your life." Emma's tone was very serious.

"..."

Raven paused for a moment, then changed the subject, saying, "Let's not talk about that. Magneto wants you to control the president and conduct a public trial, to expose the past oppression of mutants, and then to define mutants as a superior new kind of human, enjoying privileges above ordinary people. Magneto has decided to announce his inauguration as the new president in a week, and after the handover ceremony, the former president will atone with his death."

"Does this make any sense? Everyone knows this is not the president's true thought; he must be being manipulated."

Emma shook her head repeatedly after hearing this: "Sister Raven, my decision to help you is not for such an absurd request, but to establish a mutant special zone with independent jurisdiction, with Magneto as the governor, free from the constraints of the US government. This is what I want, and it is the limit that the public can accept."

"I know Eric is a bit impatient, but this opportunity might not come again. We should try to completely change the status of mutants." Raven said earnestly, "Emma, ​​your idea is wonderful—establishing special zones where everyone can live peacefully and happily. But will reality really develop in that direction?"

At this point, her tone became worried: "We obtained all this through improper means. Who can guarantee that we won't be isolated by the outside world after the establishment of the Special Administrative Region? No, it definitely will, and we will suffer even more severe discrimination than we do now. At that time, the Special Administrative Region will not protect our home, but will become another cage that imprisons us."

Raven's words were not an exaggeration. Emma sighed helplessly after hearing them: "Nothing works, nothing works. What are we supposed to do to get rid of the label of being different?"

"It's simple. As long as we possess overwhelming power that leaves no one able to resist, no one will dare to underestimate us."

A sharp glint flashed in Raven's eyes: "Homelander is a perfect example. He's lawless, cold-blooded, and cruel, but who dares to underestimate him? Who dares to lock him in a cage? No one dares to do it, not even in their wildest dreams! Because he possesses the power to tear the cage, along with its owner, to shreds!"

"Was Magneto really inspired by him?" Emma asked.

"Probably. Lately, Eric has been saying things like 'Homelander' all the time.' He seems to really admire Homelander's style of doing things." Raven shrugged.

"I can't even imagine what would happen if those two lunatics got together," Emma said, shaking her head.

"Without a doubt, that would be an absolute disaster."

Raven nodded and continued to persuade her, "Emma, ​​please, just give it a try, okay? Once Eric announces his succession as president, we'll lobby local citizens in various cities to vote for him. If the response isn't good, we can always back out then."

"this……"

Emma hesitated for a moment, then nodded helplessly: "Okay, but I have one request: no more harm to innocent civilians. We've made too many enemies already. If this continues, mutants will have nowhere to retreat."

"I will persuade Eric to abandon his insane idea of ​​slaughtering 100,000 people," Raven solemnly assured him.

Emma nodded, about to say something more, when suddenly her body began to tremble slightly without warning.

In the illusory spiritual world, a powerful yet dark spiritual force suddenly appeared, exuding a rotten and evil aura. These auras, like twisted tentacles, wrapped around Emma's ankles and slowly climbed upwards.

At the same time, terrifying hands reached out from behind her, grabbing her arms, stroking her cheeks, and wrapping their arms around her slender waist, as if they wanted to drag her into the abyss.

"There's no mistake, it's him..."

Emma's lips moved slightly as she murmured something to herself. Then, ignoring Raven, she rushed to the door, quickly locked it, and buried herself under the covers, curling up into a ball and trembling uncontrollably.