A black box appeared out of thin air.
It hovered silently in the air between them—no bigger than an ordinary computer case. But before Professor X could even ask about it, Joseph pressed a subtle switch embedded on its side.
What followed left the seasoned telepath stunned.
With a mechanical whirr and a shimmer of light, the box expanded rapidly—segments folding and locking together like an Autobot transforming. Within seconds, it had grown into a black, cubic monolith suspended in midair, about the size of a cargo container.
Professor X leaned forward, fascinated.
"Such a magical ability…" he muttered in awe. Despite all his years of experience and countless anomalies he'd seen, he couldn't help but ask, "How did you manage this?"
Joseph waved it off casually. "Just a basic traceless extension spell. Nothing too special."
He motioned toward the hovering cube. "This is my invention. I call it Oasis. This prototype here is just the first generation."
He walked around it proudly. "In essence, it's a server—a magical-technical hybrid that can virtualize an entire world that doesn't exist in reality."
To illustrate, Joseph conjured three objects: a sleek bracelet, a helmet, and a dormant capsule. Each shimmered with subtle magic circuitry.
"Using any of these interfaces, a person can enter this virtual world and live a second life."
Professor X's eyebrows rose. "Like a game?"
Joseph smiled knowingly. "Not just a game, Professor. I'd rather call it… a second world."
The bracelet floated gently toward Xavier, who hesitated for only a moment before slowly slipping it onto his wrist.
Ding!
A soft chime echoed. His vision blurred—then sharpened.
The scene around him transformed.
Warm golden sunlight bathed his skin. Wind brushed past his robes, fluttering his sleeves. A distant roar overhead made him look up—a Boeing airliner shot across the sky, engines rumbling.
Flapping birds passed by in flocks. Their wings beat the air so clearly he could count each feather.
Then he looked down—and froze.
He was standing in the clouds.
Below his feet sprawled a massive metropolis, its towering skyline piercing the heavens.
And then came the real shock.
He was standing.
No wheelchair. No paralysis. Just… standing. Walking. Balanced on solid clouds as though they were stone.
"Is this…" He muttered, voice shaken. "Is this a virtual world? It's so real…"
For the first time in decades, a sense of physical freedom pulsed through his body. He didn't even notice Joseph reappearing beside him.
Snap!
A crisp snap of fingers—and suddenly, it began to rain.
Cool droplets kissed Xavier's cheeks, bringing him back to reality—or whatever this world was.
He glanced at the bracelet. "This thing… It transmits brainwaves into the system?"
Joseph nodded, then held up the device. "Yes—but the bracelet, helmet, and capsule are just shells. The real engine is this."
He revealed a tiny chip, barely the size of a fingernail, covered in glowing magical runes.
"This chip combines every piece of knowledge I've acquired over the past decade—AR systems, holographic simulation, artificial intelligence, magical theory, memory spells, spatial distortion, illusion arrays…"
Professor X was speechless.
To walk again—he had dreamed of it, but never like this. The realism, the sensation—it was indistinguishable from the real world.
"Come on, Professor," Joseph said with a grin. "Let's take a walk."
With another snap, the clouds vanished, and the world compressed into a tunnel of light.
In an instant, they stood on the bustling sidewalks of Fifth Avenue in Twist City. Cars honked. Pedestrians bustled past. The scent of coffee wafted from a nearby café.
It was alive.
"I…" Professor X's voice cracked. "I don't have the words."
"You don't need to," Joseph said. "Just understand—this is only the beginning."
Xavier looked at the young man, admiration growing by the second.
"Joseph, you're a genius." He shook his head in disbelief. "I have no doubt that once Oasis goes public, it will revolutionize the world. You… you'll be the richest man alive."
Joseph laughed softly. "Wealth is only part of it, Professor. Influence is the real goal."
With another gesture, the world around them faded again.
Now they stood on the surface of the moon, the Earth looming in the sky above them. Both were clad in realistic spacesuits, and Professor X could feel the subtle gravity, the emptiness, the isolation.
"This is how we change minds," Joseph said.
"By sending them to the moon?" Xavier asked dryly.
Joseph chuckled. "By letting everyone become a superhuman."
He explained, "When players enter the second world, they'll receive a random ability. It could be super strength, telepathy, speed, magic—you name it. Through challenges and quests, they'll level up, evolve, transform. They'll experience power for themselves."
As he spoke, glowing panels appeared before them, each showing a different scenario:
—A man leaping between skyscrapers like Spider-Man.
—A woman blasting enemies in a sci-fi shooter.
—Two teams clashing in a medieval battlefield, casting spells and swinging swords.
—Players exploring underwater kingdoms, battling dragons, hunting monsters, playing basketball, surfing beaches, or reenacting classic films and legends.
Some of the panels were marked [In Development], but the sheer breadth was staggering.
"There are hundreds of planned instances," Joseph said. "Combat, exploration, horror, history, even Eastern fantasies. Whether it's street fighting, zombie apocalypse, kung fu epics, or mythic adventures—we're covering everything."
Xavier's scalp tingled.
"So many… And they're all this real?"
Joseph nodded. "Exactly."
"In the past, people could only watch their characters become heroes. But now, they can become them."
He smiled. "They might live average lives in reality—but in Oasis, they'll be extraordinary."
"And when that happens—when they know what it feels like to be powerful, to save a city, to soar through the skies—do you think they'll still hate mutants?"
Xavier was struck speechless.
It wasn't propaganda.
It was immersion.
Real, emotional experience—without risk, without pain.
Joseph activated one of the panels.
"Let me show you something."
[Dungeon Entry: World of Warcraft]
In a flash, they were transported to a fantasy world.
Below them, an orc army surged out of a canyon, chanting "For the Horde!" as their war drums thundered. Opposite them stood a massive human coalition, armored and ready, magic and steel shining under a stormy sky.
"If humans fear mutants for looking different," Joseph said softly, "let them become orcs. Let them live as them. Let them fight as monsters—and realize that power isn't tied to appearances."
Xavier was shaking now, mentally and emotionally.
He had spent decades teaching others to understand mutantkind—but Joseph was about to let the world feel it for themselves.
When people returned from Oasis, would they still look at mutants with disgust?
Or would they look in the mirror and see a piece of that same power inside themselves?
He could already envision it: social movements, cultural waves, growing acceptance. A generation raised not on fear, but on empathy.
When those players became addicted to the second world, it wouldn't just be escapism.
It would be evolution.
Joseph's plan made sense now.
He didn't want to fight the world.
He wanted to reshape it.
One immersive experience at a time.
With trembling hands, Xavier turned to Joseph.
His composure cracked for the first time in years.
Gripping Joseph's shoulder, his voice trembled.
"Tell me, Joseph… how much do you need?"