I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 113 The Wind Rises

Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters, Charles's office.

Outside the window, the sky was overcast, with thick clouds hanging low, as if foreshadowing an impending storm. Inside the office, the atmosphere was equally heavy.

The core members of the X-Men gathered here, each with an unyielding gloom on their face.

"Professor, the government's intentions are crystal clear!"

"The so-called extraordinary force they've introduced is basically challenging the Holy Land! And I'm certain there's something wrong with that force!"

Scott placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and spoke in a hurried and serious tone.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his agitated emotions: "I remember very clearly that among the first group of mutants who chose to align themselves with the government, there were several whose abilities highly overlapped with those displayed by the current force."

"But now, all those who were the first to defect are nowhere to be found, their fates unknown! We can't just sit here and wait to die; we have to do something!"

"Scott is right, Professor."

Jean Grey took over the conversation, her delicate brows furrowed with worry.

"Lately, every time I go out, I can vaguely feel a sense of unease, as if I'm being monitored."

"But strangely, no matter how much I concentrated, I couldn't accurately pinpoint the location or thoughts of the monitors using telepathy—they were clearly prepared and used a method unknown to us to shield themselves from detection."

She looked at Charles and said in a low voice, "Pope Ye Feng's actions at the United Nations conference, and the global campaign he subsequently launched, have undoubtedly touched the most sensitive nerves of those politicians and shaken the foundations of their rule."

"They're panicking—"

Beast Hank pushed up his thick glasses, his blue fur trembling slightly with anxiety: "Based on the current intelligence analysis, I have a not-so-good guess—"

"The government may have acquired a technology that can transfer or deprive mutants of their abilities."

"If this conjecture is true, then our academy is no different from a hunting ground in their eyes."

"And each and every one of us is prey."

He looked around at his companions and uttered two words with difficulty.

He paused, then added an even more unsettling piece of information: "Furthermore, we still cannot locate Mystique Raven."

"She has most likely been imprisoned in some secret research facility that we are unaware of."

Professor Charles sat in his wheelchair with his hands clasped in front of him. His expression was as calm as ever, but deep in his eyes, a turbulent undercurrent was brewing.

He spoke slowly, confirming Qin's intuition: "Hank's conjecture is very likely close to the truth."

"In my perception, many mutants have disappeared without a trace."

"Some important national institutions and bases have now become blind spots. They must have been equipped with some kind of new telepathic isolation device on a large scale."

He sighed, his voice tinged with weariness: "More importantly, some of the vanished mutants were quite powerful."

"The fact that they were able to control them so cleanly and efficiently is probably not just due to the device—the government may have actually developed more effective special methods for mutants."

Just then—

"Da da da————"

A series of hurried footsteps approached from afar, and the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Storm Ororo Monroe strode in, still carrying the chill of the outdoors, her face unusually pale.

She placed a slightly crumpled newspaper on the table.

"Everyone, I think you need to take a look at this immediately."

The newspaper's front-page headline, printed in bold black font, was alarming: "Mutant Suppression Agent Successfully Developed; Government Urges Uncontrollable Mutants to Voluntarily Inject, Promising Safe Homes."

For a moment, the air in the office seemed to freeze.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the headline, their faces so dark they could drip water.

The worst-case scenario ultimately became reality.

"That's not all."

"The government also officially announced a program called Sentinel Robots."

"The official claim is that this is a defensive robot inspired by mutants, capable of mimicking and responding to various supernatural threats —"

"But in my opinion, this is simply a killing machine specifically created based on past research on mutants! They have never given up on eliminating mutants."

Ororo's voice was filled with suppressed anger.

"Those damn politicians!"

"They're declaring war on the entire mutant race!"

The office erupted in uproar.

"Professor, the sword of Damocles is already hanging over our heads!"

Scott looked at Charles, all eyes were on him, awaiting his decision.

Charles paused for a moment, his fingertips tapping lightly on the armrest of his wheelchair.

When he looked up again, his eyes had become firm and clear.

"Everyone, I understand your anger and anxiety. But it is precisely at times like these that we need to remain calm."

His voice was steady and had a calming power.

"If we overreact now, we will give the government an excuse to take action, and a full-blown conflict will be inevitable. And that is the last thing I want to see."

He analyzed the situation clearly: "The most urgent task is to fortify our home immediately, just in case. At the very least, to ensure the absolute safety of Xavier Manor, our base of operations. Jyn, Scott."

The two people whose names were called immediately straightened their backs.

"Tomorrow, you will each lead a reliable team to go out and purchase supplies. We need to stockpile enough food, drinking water, and other necessities for the entire academy to live in seclusion for at least six months."

His gaze swept over the crowd: "The government is only monitoring us for now, which means they are not absolutely certain they can take us down, or they are waiting for a more suitable opportunity."

"Their official announcement of the drugs and robots is both a show of force and a provocation. They're waiting for us to make the first move so they can legitimately label us as thugs and a threat, and then suppress us."

Charles accurately saw through the other party's scheme.

A chilling killing intent flashed through his mind, but it vanished in an instant.

Now is not the time to break ties. There are still so many underage children in the academy, and their safety is the top priority.

This is Charles's biggest weakness, and also the bottom line he must consider.

"Charles, what specific ideas do you have now?"

When everyone had left and only the two of them remained, Eric spoke up, his tone calm.

Since being rescued by Charles and having the resentment that had accumulated in his mind removed, he has become much more peaceful than before, and there is a worry in his eyes that is rarely seen before.

"At present, we can only take it one step at a time and strengthen our vigilance."

"Xavier Manor today, in a way, has become a beautiful cage."

Charles's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

He looked out at the gloomy sky and felt a pang of bitterness.

Only now did he truly understand the meaning behind the complex look in Logan's eyes when he saw his ideas of peaceful coexistence with humanity.

While exposing the mutant community to the world in such a public manner may be an expression of goodwill, it also puts himself and all those who trust him in obvious danger.

This may indeed be a naive and irrational act.

He turned his gaze to Eric, lowered his voice, and delivered even worse news: "There's something I didn't say in front of everyone—almost all of the manor's connections with the outside world have been severed."

"Not only are my telepathic abilities severely limited, but there has also been serious interference and interruption in wired telephones, the internet, and even satellite communications."

"The government hasn't taken action yet; they're probably making final preparations and allocating resources. I estimate their operation will take place in the next few days."

A deep weariness was barely concealed in Charles's eyes.

He dedicated his life to building a bridge for peaceful coexistence between humans and mutants, but after many twists and turns, he inevitably ended up in complete confrontation.

"Has it gotten that serious?"

Eric's face also turned extremely ugly.

After he was rescued by Charles in the last incident, many members of the Brotherhood of Mutants joined Xavier Manor, and the current fighting force gathered at Xavier Manor can be called the world's top.

If a full-scale conflict were to break out, this city would be devastated.

He simply couldn't understand where the government's confidence came from.

Did they really think that they could fight against him and many other mutants with just those so-called suppressive drugs and robots?

Moreover, Pope Ye Feng, who is far away in the Holy Land, also falls into the category of mutants!

nuclear weapon?

In Eric's eyes, it was nothing more than a clunky toy.

For that pope, it probably wasn't even a toy.

Meanwhile, in a heavily guarded underground military base.

The cold lights illuminated rows of metallic-looking sentinel robots, which stood silently in the open field like soldiers awaiting inspection.

Beside him were members of the newly formed superhuman force, dressed in uniform combat suits, with cold eyes and faint energy fluctuations of different attributes emanating from their bodies.

A man in a high-ranking military officer's uniform is standing at the front of the formation, giving a final pre-battle pep talk.

His voice echoed through the vast space: "Ladies and gentlemen, a historic moment is about to arrive."

"You represent a new direction in human evolution, a perfect fusion of order and power! Tell me, are you ready?"

The robots and soldiers responded in unison, without any emotion.

Mutant suppressant, Sentinel robots, and a brand-new superhuman force.

This triple punch has already dropped a bombshell globally, causing a huge sensation and countless speculations.

Everyone with discerning eyes can see that this is a clear challenge signal from the United States to the rising sacred realm and all uncontrolled supernatural forces.

The top leadership of the United States has made full preparations and is on high alert, ready to meet the counterattack from the mutant population.

A storm is brewing, and the wind is already blowing through the building.