Eric took it upon himself to improvise during the mission, throwing in a dramatic betrayal—but the move ended up backfiring spectacularly.
You could say Eric unwittingly handed Trask the perfect assist. Not only did he fully expose the mutants to the public eye, but he also seriously injured Raven, which allowed Trask to obtain a DNA sample from her.
However, Trask still needed more samples for his research—things like brain tissue and spinal fluid. The way he listed these cold, clinical terms was disturbingly casual, as if he were just deciding between toast and boiled eggs for breakfast.
Trask was undoubtedly a genius. Despite his physical limitations, he managed to climb the ranks and become a top scientist with the power to influence national policy—something most people could only dream of.
But there was no mistaking it: Trask was also a mad scientist. In his eyes, mutants weren't intelligent beings like humans—they were simply intriguing test subjects.
His words didn't just enrage the mutants watching from behind the screen; many ordinary humans were equally infuriated.
Especially the citizens of the so-called "Land of the Free." Based on their own lived experiences, they knew that mutants being used as lab rats wasn't unusual—but weren't regular people also treated the same way?
Officially, human experimentation was strictly forbidden. But in practice, research labs and test sites found countless ways to skirt the rules—disguising their actions under bright, appealing façades. "Free vaccinations," "volunteer recruitment"—you name it. There was no limit to what they'd dare to try.
Some of these were driven by profit-seeking corporations. Others were the work of deranged scientists like Trask.
So when the public saw the suffering that mutants endured, many regular people felt a sense of shared pain. For once, there was widespread sympathy—and many began to side with the mutants.
The ripple effects continued to spread, and the small team trying to change the future—Logan, Charles Xavier, Eric, and Hank—soon fell apart.
Eric had acquired detailed information on Trask's Sentinel Program. After a night of studying it, he decided to act alone. As he moved through a busy subway station, he was suddenly stopped by an elderly homeless man.
Of course, the "homeless man" was Raven in disguise. After being betrayed by Eric for no clear reason, she was determined to confront him.
Holding a sharp plastic dagger to Eric's throat, she demanded to know why he had tried to kill her—clearly, she had come prepared.
Eric couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. More importantly, he realized he had seriously screwed up. His attempt to hunt down Raven had resulted in her injury, which allowed Trask to obtain her DNA sample.
Eric ended up revealing the truth about the future to Raven. She was skeptical. Over the years, she had seen too much—especially the tragic deaths of her fellow mutants. Her faith in Eric's ideals had begun to waver.
A full-scale war between humans and mutants would mean constant sacrifice and bloodshed. That wasn't something she wanted to see.
The naïve girl she once was had grown into a battle-hardened warrior who cared deeply about her people. Just as Eric had said, her transformation was a direct result of the pressure and pain inflicted by the world.
Unlike Raven, who was beginning to question everything, Eric remained steadfast in his beliefs. He firmly believed in fighting fire with fire—using violence to stop violence. In his view, killing Trask alone wouldn't even begin to be enough.
But Raven didn't agree with him. For her, the only goal now was to avenge the mutants who had died at Trask's hands. And with that, the two went their separate ways.
Outside the video, Pietro spoke with concern, "The mutants are in a terrible situation, and yet they're not even united… I really worry about their future."
Stephen glanced at him and reminded, "Hey, there are no mutants in our world. Pietro, don't start identifying as one—that'll only bring you confusion and trouble."
Pietro gave a dry laugh. "No, Stephen. It's not about whether I see myself as a mutant. It's about how the audience watching this video sees me—sees us. Get it?
You remember the Sokovia Accords, don't you?
I guarantee, once this quiz game ends, we're all going to be in trouble."
Doctor Strange fell silent. Pietro had voiced the very concerns he had been suppressing.
Ever since the quiz game started exposing the truth about superheroes, governments across Marvel, DC, and other universes had begun discussing new laws and media narratives to tighten control over them.
But public opinion hadn't supported it, and the future shown in the Sokovia Accords had proven that such regulations only weakened heroes—making it harder to protect the world from real threats. So, for the time being, those discussions were shelved.
Stephen didn't care much for politics, but he had heard plenty from Captain America, Batman, and Nick Fury.
Now, the futures shown in this quiz were painting superheroes in a very dark light.
A corrupted Wanda. A corrupted Strange. These terrifying versions of beloved heroes were fueling public fear and panic. No doubt, the authorities would seize this chance to ramp up oversight and control.
Stephen scratched his head and raised an eyebrow. "There'll be someone to handle that mess. Let's just focus on the quiz."
Back in the video, Eric and Raven had officially parted ways, each choosing their own path.
Charles, Logan, and Hank, on the other hand, were still working together. They returned to the mansion—but as soon as Charles stepped inside, his legs gave out and he collapsed.
His ability to walk came from a special serum that suppressed his telepathy. It wasn't a one-time solution—he had to keep taking it regularly, like an addict.
Now, his withdrawal symptoms were kicking in. Hank immediately rushed off to get the serum, while Logan tried to persuade Charles to stop using it. They needed his telepathic powers to find Raven, and that was the priority.
Charles hesitated. As Hank handed him the serum, he instinctively prepared to inject it.
Ever since he fell into a downward spiral, his telepathy had brought him nothing but pain. The drug wasn't just for walking—it was also a way to escape his own mind.
At that moment, a new question popped up on the screen:
[Among the following options, who convinced Professor Charles Xavier to walk out of his confusion and regain his clarity?]
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