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Although Du Mu didn't know what had happened, he figured he might as well take advantage of this free reward.

[Congratulations on obtaining the one-time skin: Charles Xavier (The Strongest Telepath)]

"Charles' skin card, that's great!"

Du Mu's eyes lit up instantly.

Keep in mind that Charles is one of the most elite mutants, and his level of danger is even greater than Magneto's.

If he so chooses, he can infiltrate anyone's brain at any time, read their memories, implant ideas, manipulate their thoughts, or even cause brain death, turning them into a living dead.

If Charles hadn't imposed moral constraints on himself, he would have turned this earth into a custom-made world long ago.

As Du Mu was enjoying himself, Charles continued, "By the way, are you planning to stay this time? Or rather, how long will it be before you leave again?" He was a little worried that Du Mu would leave for more than a year like last time, without even a word.

Du Mu grinned: "Don't worry, I'm not leaving this time."

[The teleportation anchor has been deployed, officially activating the cross-server teleportation point. You can now freely travel between your current server and the main server.] Du Mu decisively used the teleportation anchor.

He had already decided that when he returned, he would definitely turn this place into his own server.

After using the teleportation anchor point, a server option immediately appears on the map.

At the very top is his own main server, Earth-9527.

The following is the current instance, Earth-10086.

"Perfect!"

Du Mu nodded in satisfaction.

In this way, he can freely switch between the two servers and no longer have to worry about not being able to return.

The news spread very quickly.

Before long, the veteran members of the Brotherhood all knew that Du Mu had returned.

Apart from the two immortal brothers who had somehow run off somewhere to have a heart-to-heart talk, everyone else came over to catch up.

Even Hank, who usually seems to want to stay glued to the lab, made a rare exception and put aside his research to come over.

More than a year has passed, and these young people who were once a bit naive have now matured into more composed and capable individuals, each taking on important roles in the fraternity.

The most significant change was seen in Hank.

He modified the original serum and injected himself with it again. Now he can freely switch between human and beast forms, making him a mutant version of the Hulk.

Upon seeing Du Mu, Hank felt a little embarrassed and scratched the back of his head.

"Du Mu, I have basically studied all the technological data you left me before you left. I even tried to make some improvements and upgrades according to my own ideas in some places. But there is something I am ashamed to say. After so many days, I still have not been able to build the Ark Reactor."

His tone betrayed a hint of self-reproach, as if he felt he had been too stupid, failing to master cold fusion technology in a year and letting Du Mu down. Du Mu: "

It has to be you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, who knows how to show off.

The documents he left behind when he left were all ahead of their time; any one of them would be considered alien technology in the 1970s.

As a result, Hank not only digested it all, but was also able to upgrade and iterate it himself.

This intelligence is simply phenomenal!

Du Mu coughed lightly and patted Hank on the shoulder: "It's already very good. You don't need to rush about the Arc Reactor. I brought the complete design blueprints with me this time, and there's more than that."

As he spoke, he pulled a tablet computer from his pocket and handed it over.

This tablet contains all sorts of technological data, all the technical achievements he collected from the main server and other servers. Hank took the tablet, and after scanning just a few lines, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Where...where did they get all this technology from!?"

Hank's fingers trembled as he slid lightly across the screen, turning page after page, as if he were being sucked in.

For a researcher, these technical documents are more appealing than anything else.

The other members couldn't contain their curiosity either, and they all crowded around to peer at the tablet screen.

As a result, they all seemed to be under a spell, their eyes unfocused, their expressions dazed, and their brains clearly overloaded.

Apart from Professor Charles, everyone else here is basically a cultural desert; how could they possibly understand such profound things? But even if they don't understand, they can still pretend to.

Having been in the fraternity for so long, I have to be extremely careful about saving face, to say the least.

"I see!"

"I'd vaguely thought about this direction before, but I never expected someone would actually pull it off!"

"Brilliant! This design concept is absolutely brilliant!"

What a bunch of idiots!

Du Mu ignored them and asked Hank, "Never mind that, just tell me if these things can be made?"

"Absolutely no problem!"

Hank pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the light from the screen, his face radiating barely suppressed excitement: "With such detailed technical blueprints, given enough time and equipment, I can master them all, and building it is only a matter of time."

Du Mu nodded: "Very good. In a while, I will build you a new research base and equip it with brand new equipment. Resources and manpower will also be provided for you as soon as possible. You just need to focus on your research."

"good!"

Hank was so excited that he couldn't wait to get right into the research, not even glancing at the goddess Raven beside him.

Women will only slow down his research!

After the reminiscing session, someone suggested holding a banquet that evening to celebrate Du Mu's return.

However, Du Mu rejected this suggestion outright.

What a joke! How could he possibly spend his first night back with these idiots?

A luxurious villa hidden in the woods.

This was originally Sebastian's residence and the headquarters of the Hellfire Club.

But after Du Mu inherited the Black Emperor, this place became his private residence, and all the other members were kicked out. Only his secretary, Emma, ​​could come and go freely.

Du Mu sat down on the leather sofa, surveying the spacious office. It was spotless, clearly indicating regular cleaning and tidying. Just then, the door suddenly opened, and a blond figure walked in.

This person was none other than Emma, ​​whom I hadn't seen in a long time.

Although it had been a long time since they last met, Du Mu felt no sense of unfamiliarity, after all, he had reviewed all of Emma's CGs hundreds of times. Today, Emma wore a white off-the-shoulder top, revealing her delicate collarbones and rounded shoulder lines, her blonde hair casually draped over her shoulders, exuding a lazy yet sexy vibe.

"My dearest Black Emperor, have you finally decided to come back?"

Emma's tone carried a hint of resentment, making Du Mu sound like a heartless man.

It's no wonder she reacted that way.

Before Du Mu left, he called her to his room and said he could play all day.

Emma didn't believe her, so the two fought for three hundred rounds, changing outfits several times and unlocking so many moves that she was embarrassed to recall them all. In short, she suffered a crushing defeat in the end.

My legs were weak, my back ached, and I felt completely drained. I could only lie there and wait to be revived.

When he woke up the next day, Du Mu had vanished without a trace, and there was no way to contact him.

If Du Mu hadn't told her beforehand that he was leaving, Emma would have suspected that this scumbag might have just pulled up his pants and run away like before.

Even so, she still harbored a little resentment.

"Ahem, something came up and I was delayed."

Feeling Emma's gaze, Du Mu felt a little awkward: "Let's not talk about that. How's the Hellfire Club doing lately?"

Emma knew that Du Mu was deliberately changing the subject, and rolled her eyes at him.

However, she didn't dwell on the topic any further.

Emma walked straight up to Du Mu, casually sat on the desk, crossed her legs, revealing her high-end, dark-themed leg armor, completely ignoring the faint holy light emanating from under her skirt. Her stiletto heels swayed gently with her movements.

There were so many highlights that Du Mu's gaze kept shifting, and he didn't know where to look for a moment, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Upon seeing this, Emma's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

It seems that even after a year, my charm remains as strong as ever.

Emma's mood instantly improved, and she said, "With the data you left behind, plus Dr. Hank's research support, in your words, the Hellfire Club's group is thriving, and its market value has increased several times over since you left." "Now, the companies under its umbrella cover a much wider range of fields than they initially appeared, expanding into new materials, new energy, biomedicine, military support, and many other high-tech industries."

"Now many people want to come to us seeking cooperation, including the U.S. military."

At this point, Emma's eyes revealed a hint of undisguised pride.

Back in the day, Hellfire Club really went all out to pave the way.

They launched wave after wave of money-spraying campaigns, barely managing to buy off a few high-ranking officials to work for them, and none of them put in any effort, only wanting to squeeze more money out of them.

But now?

They don't need to actively spend money at all.

Instead, the high-ranking officials took the initiative to come to them, holding checkbooks in their hands, smiling like chrysanthemums, adopting the humblest posture than anyone else, just begging to cooperate with them.

Even if someone finds out about their mutant background, they all tacitly choose to turn a blind eye.

Not only did they not dare to say anything, but they also praised the various advantages of mutants in front of them, and indignantly attacked those humans who resisted mutants, sharing their hatred as if mutants were some new 2ZZ0.

Emma absolutely loved the feeling.

Compared to Sebastian's brutal approach of conquering humanity by force, this method of controlling humanity with money and power is simply too satisfying!

Now she only needs to sit in her office drinking coffee, without lifting a finger, and a whole bunch of humans will rush to help her sort out all sorts of troubles. Anyone who dares to openly attack mutants will be the first to jump out in opposition, even more excited than her, just to curry favor with the Hellfire Club.

Even human politicians have to be mindful of the Hellfire Club's stance, because they know perfectly well that if the Hellfire Club lets out even the slightest hint, their votes will be affected, and their campaign funds will run into trouble.

This would have been unthinkable in the past.

Thinking of this, Emma felt a deep respect for Du Mu.

"Now I completely understand what you said back then."

"Which sentence?"

"The best way to conquer humanity is not to make them fear you, but to make them dependent on you."

Emma smiled slightly: "And now, those humans simply can't live without us, because without us, they can't make money, get promoted, or live a good life. They're even more anxious to protect our interests than we are to ourselves, because our interests are their interests." "That's nothing."

Du Mu chuckled and said, "When our people have completely infiltrated the top levels of every industry, and the entire country's economic lifeline, technological development, and people's livelihood are all at our mercy, then we will truly be indispensable."

"As long as we don't let a loaf of bread sell for 500,000, but rather for 499,900, there's basically nothing to worry about."

Emma's lips twitched: "Making you the Black King was definitely the right decision."

This guy is so dark-skinned, if you don't become the Black King, who will?

The two hadn't seen each other for many days, so they inevitably had a lot to talk about, and their conversations could last for hours.

Yes, it was just chatting, as pure as it gets.

Emma kept changing her movements, and the holy light dazzled Du Mu. Finally, perhaps finding the table too hard, she simply sat on Du Mu's lap and continued chatting.

Du Mu realized that this guy was definitely doing it on purpose.

This isn't chatting; it's clearly stirring up trouble, a way of getting revenge for his disappearance for over a year.

Emma talked about serious matters, her expression earnest and her tone proper, but her body language was anything but honest.

Every now and then, she'd suddenly reveal her cleavage, then roll up her skirt and tug at her dark-attribute leg armor. After a while, Du Mu felt his temper was flaring up even more than Liang Kun's.

He finally couldn't take it anymore, grabbed Emma, ​​and stood up abruptly.

"Lord Black Emperor, where are you taking me?"

Emma leaped into the air, unafraid of being laughed at, and wrapped her arms around Du Mu's neck, her eyes gleaming with smugness.

"My room."

Du Mu, expressionless, carried her to the left.

Emma glanced in the direction he was walking and laughed even harder: "But that's a wall, not a door..."

Bang! !

Du Mu kicked a large hole in the wall, stepped over it, and entered the bedroom next door.

Glug!

Emma swallowed hard, realizing she might have gone a bit too far.

She gave a dry laugh: "Well, actually I have to go first. There's a meeting at the group, it's pretty important, really, I'm not lying to you." Du Mu threw her onto the bed and sneered: "Want to leave? Too late! Today I'm going to unlock all the CGs that weren't unlocked last time!" Emma kept shrinking back until she had nowhere to hide at the head of the bed, and she was on the verge of tears.

"Wait... I really have something to do... Oh no... Oh my god..."

After that, there's a long, tedious cutscene.

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