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"Mr. Xavier, what do you mean by superheroes?"

"Do you really want to be a volunteer police officer like in the comics, fighting criminals everywhere?"

Reporters jostled and pushed forward, bombarding Charles with questions, practically shoving microphones in his face.

Charles sat in his wheelchair, a gentle smile always on his face.

He raised his hands and pressed them down.

The noise gradually subsided, and everyone held their breath, waiting for his answer.

Charles began slowly, "I'm sure everyone has heard of Sebastian Shaw, right?"

The reporters below nodded in agreement.

Sebastian is now a regular in the headlines.

After the truth about the Bagu crisis was exposed, his name appeared on the front page of major media outlets almost every day.

According to leaked information, Sebastian is an extremely powerful mutant who can absorb any form of energy and then release it, making the military's various weapons completely ineffective against him.

If Charles and his companions hadn't intervened, probably no one could have stopped Sebastian.

Seeing that everyone nodded, Charles continued, "However, Sebastian is not an isolated case; dangerous individuals like him are not uncommon in this world."

"They openly disrupt social order, threaten the lives of ordinary people, and create instability in the whole society. At this time, someone has to stand up and stop their evil deeds."

"So, I stepped forward."

Charles pushed the wheelchair forward one step.

The reporters blinked.

I was wondering why you didn't stand up either.

Charles, unaware of their thoughts as he did not use his abilities, earnestly stated, "I have always believed in the saying, 'With great power comes great responsibility.' Since God has endowed me with special abilities, I should use them to do something meaningful."

"That's why I chose to become a superhero, to protect social order and help more people."

This speech was a prepared script for him by Marvel Industries.

And you know what? The saying "With great power comes great responsibility" really resonated with him. I wonder who wrote it.

Charles continued, "But rest assured, I am not a vigilante. All operations will be carried out within the legal scope, and have been officially approved and are subject to supervision. I will never interfere with the normal law enforcement of the relevant departments. If necessary, I will fully cooperate with the relevant departments' operations."

This wasn't just something I said offhand.

Even before the press conference, the Brotherhood had already reached an agreement with the CIA and the authorities.

Although the authorities no longer classify mutants and humans as two opposing groups, the threat posed by mutants is indeed very real. Who can guarantee that another madman like Sebastian won't emerge?

The problem is that mutants have a wide variety of abilities, making it difficult to defend against them in a unified way.

Even if the military develops a more powerful weapon, it will be useless against a mutant like Eric who can manipulate metal. Even if the material is changed to plastic, it is still inevitable to encounter mutants like the Plastic King.

Unless a weapon like the Sentinel robots, capable of indiscriminate attacks, is created, there's simply no way to deal with all mutants at once. The problem is, ever since the discovery that humans themselves are potential mutants, coupled with the unexpected attack on those powerful figures by the Sentinel robots, the authorities are now extremely hesitant to develop weapons specifically targeting mutants, fearing they might accidentally wipe out both humans and mutants on Earth. Therefore, after much consideration, the most reliable method is to use mutants to fight mutants.

Of course, the main reason why the authorities agreed so readily was because they were wary of the Brotherhood of Mutants.

Every member of the organization possesses extraordinary abilities, especially the two giants, Charles and Eric, whose abilities far surpass those of other mutants.

According to intelligence gathered by the CIA, the two of them working together would be enough to wreak havoc on the official armed forces, and it's unknown whether they've been holding back their strength.

What makes the authorities even more wary is that there is a mysterious leader behind the Brotherhood.

According to a CIA high-ranking official, a bespectacled, overweight man, this leader is also a mutant who can use magic, although his magic seems scientifically sound. However, his ability to command two powerful mutants, Charles and Eric, is definitely not to be underestimated.

That's why the authorities chose to turn a blind eye and allow the Brotherhood to appear so blatantly in the public eye.

Since these mutants don't cause trouble and even offered to help maintain order, the authorities were naturally happy to go along with it.

As for the talk of regulation, it's just a formality to save face for both sides; neither side really takes it seriously.

"Mr. Xavier!"

Suddenly, a reporter raised their hand and asked loudly, "Why did you choose to join Marvel Studios?"

Charles looked over and saw that it was a reporter arranged by Marvel Industries.

He smiled and said, "I chose to join Marvel mainly because our philosophies align perfectly."

"The original intention of Marvel was to enable people with genetic mutations to live peacefully with ordinary people, to provide a platform for people with genetic mutations to express themselves positively, and to allow more ordinary people to truly understand our community."

"At the same time, I also hope to guide more people with genetic mutations onto the right path, so they don't go astray like Sebastian." Charles couldn't help but silently mourn for Sebastian in his heart.

The grass on his grave is already several meters high, yet Marvel Industries keeps using him as a negative example, bringing up almost every single line of his.

However, looking at it from another perspective, this can be considered his final contribution to the mutant community, providing such a perfect negative example. I believe Sebastian would be gratified if he knew this in the afterlife.

Charles continued, "So Marvel Studios is very supportive of my ideas and is willing to provide me with comprehensive support. All my public actions in the future will be fully broadcast and recorded, completely open and transparent, and subject to the supervision of the public."

Another uproar ensued.

This is completely different from what they imagined.

According to Charles, he is not a masked vigilante like those in American comics, but a regular and public superhero.

Someone quickly seized on the key point and asked loudly, "Wait a minute, you just mentioned providing a platform for genetically mutated individuals to showcase themselves. Does that mean Marvel will have more than just you as a superhero in the future?"

Without a doubt, it was another reporter sent by Marvel Industries.

Charles's eyelids twitched slightly.

He quietly activated his ability to scan the area and discovered that most of the reporters were his own people.

The remaining media outlets have also mostly received benefits from Marvel Studios and will only speak well of Marvel.

He had spent the last few days preparing diligently, anticipating all sorts of tricky questions from the media.

It turned out that the press conference was just a large, pre-arranged recording studio; everyone except him was a paid actor. Despite the complaints, Charles continued playing along with the script.

He nodded: "That's right. My companions will be joining Marvel one after another. Not only them, but Marvel also extends an invitation to all good-hearted mutants. We welcome everyone to join us, become a true superhero, and protect the world we all live in together."

These words immediately caused an uproar among the reporters.

More than one superhero?

Will there be more in the future?

Even though most of them had received money, they knew this was definitely a major news story that would ignite the entire internet, and they could already foresee how the public opinion would explode after the press conference.

There's not much to say about the Q&A session that followed.

Each had their own script, and Charles and the reporters went through the motions like following a script, asking and answering questions, and the process went very smoothly.

A few genuine journalists occasionally asked some rather pointed questions, but Charles easily deflected them.

As soon as the press conference ended, pre-written press releases from major media outlets flooded the entire United States, with related news dominating front pages and headlines. "The World's First Superhero is Born!"

Real-life superheroes!

With great power comes great responsibility! Xavier's heroic declaration!

Marvel is recruiting! Everyone has a chance to become a superhero!

These news headlines are increasingly eye-catching, and the content is increasingly sensational.

Soon, public opinion across the United States exploded.

The vast majority of ordinary people expressed their support.

After all, Charles was a hero who prevented the Cuban nuclear crisis and saved the world, so people trusted him quite a bit.

And to be honest, they were also afraid that other mutants would do evil. Now that powerful mutants like Charles are willing to stand up and take care of these things, and are going through all the proper channels and cooperating with law enforcement, everyone naturally supports them.

Of course, there are also many people who are just having fun.

If the entire event is broadcast live, wouldn't they be able to witness a real-life superpower battle?

Isn't this much more exciting than other programs on TV?

In an era where entertainment options are already limited, this event has undoubtedly raised everyone's expectations to the max, with many urging Marvel to start a live stream as soon as possible.

However, even more excited than these ordinary people were the mutants scattered throughout the United States.

Most of them have suffered unfair treatment since childhood because of their extraordinary abilities.

Looking at Charles standing there surrounded by flashing lights, I couldn't help but feel envious.

Which mutant wouldn't want to be in that position?

Now that Marvel is willing to offer them this opportunity, these mutants have gone absolutely crazy.

Shortly after the news was released, Marvel's registration hotline was immediately busy.

The number of registration emails that arrived was even more outrageous, piling up in front of the company. Staff had to push carts, one cart at a time, to haul them inside. "This is just too much!"

Secretary Lingdie stared in disbelief at the mountain of emails piled up before her.

Du Mu chuckled and said, "Who wouldn't want to rise to the top in one step? I've just given them that opportunity. This way, we won't have to go through all the trouble of searching for mutants. From now on, a steady stream of mutants will come to us on their own."

He started this superhero company partly to have fun, and partly to recruit mutants.

After visiting the future world, he realized that he had underestimated this group.

Don't be fooled by the fact that most mutants' abilities seem ordinary; when applied to specific fields, they are all top-tier skills.

If it weren't for the many mutants in the future world helping them, it wouldn't have been so easy for him and Charles to change that hopeless future world within a month.

Du Mu finally understood.

The most valuable resource in the world is not adamantium or some kind of advanced technology, but the mutant community! The abilities of mutants are more and more unreasonable than the last. They throw all the laws of physics at the dogs, creating things out of thin air is routine for them. What scientists cannot do after decades of research, they can often accomplish with a single thought.

With enough mutants, changing the world is a piece of cake.

This is why Du Mu had the idea of ​​a large-scale search for mutants.

However, it would be too troublesome for Charles to use his brainwave amplifier to search the world and then visit each mutant one by one, so he came up with this method to attract mutants and make them come to him.

Despite being called a superhero company, it's actually a large-scale mutant recruitment center.

Du Mu specifically instructed: "Remember to have our people do a thorough background check. I don't want to hire some incompetent and morally bankrupt good-for-nothings who will not only ruin the company's reputation but also leave us to clean up their messes in the end."

Psylocke couldn't help but ask, "What if someone is capable but has questionable character?"

Du Mu said matter-of-factly, "Is that even a question? Of course, we'll recruit them into our Hellfire Club. This kind of talent is exactly what our organization needs." Psylocke:

When I first joined the organization, was it also based on this standard?

Du Mu always hated waste and insisted on eating every single grain of rice, so he set four standards.

Talented and morally upright mutants can sign contracts with Marvel Studios, undergo training, and become celebrated superheroes. Those with ability but questionable character are recruited into the Hellfire Club.

He wasn't afraid that the mutants wouldn't obey him.

Once inside the Hellfire Club, he has plenty of ways to make the other party obey.

Mutants who don't have any outstanding abilities but are of good character are hired into various departments within Marvel Industries, and their positions are assigned based on their strengths and weaknesses to maximize their potential.

As for mutants who are not very capable and have poor character, they should be given even more leeway, as they are all rare talents.

Since there are superheroes, there must be super villains to highlight them, right?

That is the purpose of these mutants.

Du Mu had people dig up the dark histories of these mutants one by one, organize and archive them all, so that they could be used by superheroes to carry out justice and settle scores one by one in the future. In short, nothing could be wasted.

Psylocke's lips twitched involuntarily.

too dark!

It's so damn dark!

Even capitalists don't know how to play like you. You should be hanging from a street lamp outside the company!