My assessment of myself is rather Simple: I was too dangerous to exist in this world. Not only, because of my powers, but because of what I carried in my mind. The moment the world discovered the extent of my knowledge and capabilities, I would become the most hunted man on Earth.
"Magina, run another security sweep," I ordered, watching as the AI's holographic form flickered to life. "I want to ensure none of our systems have been compromised."
"Running full diagnostic," she confirmed. "All firewalls intact. No signs of intrusion."
I exhaled slowly. Good. For now, my secrets remained safe. But the risk was always present. If governments discovered I could cure cancer with a synthesized serum derived from YGGDRASIL alchemy, or that I had functional blueprints for anti-gravity technology from 2126 Earth, there would be no place on this planet where I could hide.
I wasn't just a mutant. I was a walking, talking treasure trove of forbidden knowledge. So how can I protect myself effectively while being able to live the way I wanted? The solution was obvious. I needed my own country.
Not just a hideout. Not just a base. A fully recognized sovereign state where I could operate without interference. A place where I could implement the advancements, I possessed without being dissected by SHIELD or bombed by the UN.
Genosha was the perfect candidate. A failed state. A mutant-majority population. A government so corrupt that replacing it would be a mercy.
"If I had my own nation," I mused aloud, "no one could touch me. No one could demand I hand over my technology. No one could experiment on me for the 'greater good.'"
Magina nodded. "Legal sovereignty would provide absolute protection. Any attempt to seize you or your assets would be an act of war."
Exactly. And unlike other nations, Genosha wouldn't just be a shield—it would be a testing ground. A place where I could safely introduce advancements without the rest of the world looting them.
I opened my mental inventory, the vast repository of everything I had gathered across two worlds. From YGGDRASIL I've got magical engineering that defied conventional physics, Potion-craft capable of regenerating limbs and cured just about anything. An Arcane construct that could revolutionize energy production. Then, from 2126 Earth, True artificial intelligence (far beyond anything Stark or Pym had achieved), Compact fusion reactors, Early-stage warp drive theory. Simply all the realistic technological marvel that can drive the humanity and earth into a galactic civilization.
All of it, locked away. Because the moment I revealed even a fraction, the world would descend upon me like vultures.
"The Full-Dive gear wasn't just for gaming," I muttered, recalling the endless hours I had spent transcribing textbooks, scientific journals, and technical manuals into YGGDRASIL's in-game books. Every piece of knowledge from 2126 Earth had been meticulously preserved—not as digital files, but as enchanted tomes that only I could access.
A laugh escaped me. "I essentially turned myself into a living library."
Magina tilted her head. "A library that the world would burn down to loot. Father,"
Letting those wandering thoughts on mine safely goes away, I turned my attention to the monitors switched to live feeds of our current safehouse. Dozens of rescued mutants—children, teenagers, entire families—filled the converted warehouse spaces.
"Xavier's school is full," Magina reported. "Magneto's camps are only accepting combat-ready mutants. The rest have nowhere to go."
I clenched my fists. Every raid on a HYDRA base, every dismantled anti-mutant hate group, led to more people needing shelter. And the world had none to offer them.
"We can't keep stacking them in warehouses," I said.
"They need a home. A real one."
Genosha was the answer. A nation where mutants wouldn't just be tolerated—they would be the ruling majority. Where the laws protected them instead of hunting them.
I had searched for Krakoa. Scoured satellite imagery, historical records, even magical divinations. Nothing. The living island either didn't exist yet or was hidden beyond my ability to detect. So Genosha it was. Not as good as a sentient mutant paradise, but it would serve.
The unpredictability of this world was both its greatest danger and its most frustrating quality. The MCU already had enough world-ending threats—alien invasions, rogue AIs, cosmic entities—but now with the addition of mutants, the Fantastic Four, and whatever other hidden factions lurked in the shadows, the future had become a tangled mess of potential disasters.
"Jean Grey's Phoenix Force alone could wipe out entire civilizations," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "And then there's Doom. Reed Richards. The Hand. The damn Ten Rings."
The list went on.
Magina's holographic form shimmered into existence beside me. "Probability models suggest a 78% chance of at least one global catastrophe occurring within the next five years."
I exhaled sharply. "Which is why we need Genosha secured before 2008."
At least the world was relatively calm for now. No alien invasions. No sudden emergence of ancient sorcerers. No mutant massacres making headlines. It gave me time to prepare. To build. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.
"Sir?" Forge poked his head in, his usual energetic grin plastered across his face. "When are we releasing the games?"
I leaned back in my chair. "Still fine-tuning them. Current mobile tech is primitive compared to what we designed them for. Need to downscale the graphics, optimize the code..."
Forge groaned dramatically, flopping onto the bean bag chair in the corner. "Ughhh, but I want people to suffer through Candy Crush already!"
Kwannon appeared in the doorway, arms crossed. "You mean 'enjoy.'"
"Same thing!" Forge cackled, waving his phone—currently stuck on level 147 of the infamous candy-matching puzzle game. "I want the world to feel my pain!"
I chuckled. The three games—Candy Crush, Bejeweled, and Overlord: The World of Adventure—were ready for beta testing. All three would be released under Magina Games Studio, a subsidiary of Magina Electronics.
Forge had become our resident gaming addict, using his Intuitive Technopathy to dissect the game mechanics and even suggest improvements. Kwannon preferred strategy-based challenges, while Melancon and Clarice bonded over cooperative card games.
At time like this that it felt like everything was... domestic. Normal. A far cry from the blood-soaked halls of HYDRA bases we usually frequented. But this is what the kids needed, and I also need this kind of free moment, where I can simply enjoy living in the moment.
The kids had come a long way in a month. Forge was the most stable with his abilities, his technopathic intuition allowing him to interface with machines on an instinctual level. He could now glance at a device and immediately grasp 70% of its functions—a marked improvement from the 30% he started with.
Kwannon came second. Her psionic blades had evolved from simple energy daggers to full-length swords, and her low-level telepathy now allowed her to sense surface emotions. Not true mind-reading, but enough to detect lies or hostility.
Melancon had managed to sustain three clones simultaneously for up to an hour—a vast improvement from her initial limit of two clones for fifteen minutes.
Clarice, while still struggling, could now create stable portals up to 10 meters away. Small, but progress was progress.
Most importantly, their mental states had improved. The haunted looks were fading. The nightmares came less frequently. They laughed more, their trauma had slowly unfurled and untangled and they were able to come out of their shells even more.
As I were reviewing everything, A shadow servant entered, holding a silver tray with my Wraith phone vibrating atop it.
"My lord, a call."
I picked up. "Hello?"
"[Wraith.]" Logan's gruff voice crackled through the speaker. "[Meet me. Got something to discuss.]"
I glanced at the kids—Forge now arguing with Kwannon about microtransactions, Melancon quietly reading, Clarice attempting to portal a candy bar from the kitchen (and failing).
Nothing urgent on my end. "Sure. Where?".