Naturally, Morin couldn't openly share his personal conjectures without solid proof.
So when speaking with Raven, he deliberately emphasized phrases like "theoretically speaking" and "very likely."
However, judging by Raven's reaction-
She clearly filtered those words out entirely and instead immersed herself in the genetics-related biological knowledge Morin assigned her, studying with relentless focus.
"That works too," Morin thought.
Whether a poor student or a top student, anyone willing to work hard was gratifying to teach.
About an hour later, Eric finished the lesson Morin had assigned.
Morin handed him a test paper.
After Eric struggled through it, Morin entered full tutoring mode, asking Eric to explain his reasoning and solution for every single question.
No "pick the shortest option," no "pick the longest one," no "if unsure, choose B," and certainly no "default to D."
None of that existed here.
There were only three students.
Charles could largely be left alone.
Raven could be privately guided by Charles, a genetics professor.
Which meant Morin only had one student to personally deal with.
Eric.
And this teacher was not someone to slack around with.
Other teachers might not notice during one-on-one tutoring.
But this teacher-
A calming spell, keeping Eric composed, focused, and thinking clearly.
A mental stimulation spell, ensuring sustained energy and efficient learning.
An ecological cycle spell, maintaining physical health so he wouldn't fall ill.
As a teacher, was it excessive to know a little magic?
Was it excessive to use magic to help students study harder and improve daily?
Morin called it "stacking buffs."
In reality, he was experimenting.
All of this came from the magic books Tia Dalma had given him.
In this state, even an academic underachiever had no choice but to become a high achiever.
The plane landed.
After transferring to a special vehicle, the group arrived at the CIA's secret research base.
"Welcome to my base," the director of the secret research department said as he stepped out.
His name was never mentioned.
He was simply credited as "Man in Black."
"My job is to research weapons for military defense or offense... and other things," he continued.
"As for the man you call Sebastian Shaw-whatever you call him-he's assisting the Soviets. I need your help stopping him."
"Classic betrayal," Morin muttered as he walked alongside them.
"Is something wrong?" Charles asked. "And is this how you avoided being noticed earlier? Did you modify their memories?"
"I don't enjoy dealing with people who have no value, or who can't become my students," Morin replied calmly.
Their conversation, regardless of volume, was inaudible to anyone Morin didn't want listening.
"As a teacher, I prefer focusing on teaching and nurturing."
"I'd rather you didn't focus quite so hard..." Eric thought.
His mind felt drained, yet his body and spirit felt perfectly fine.
Kind-hearted Morin had pushed his buffs to the maximum.
Still, Eric understood Morin's intentions.
Time was limited.
This was his chance to learn.
This was his own strength being sharpened.
Morin gained nothing from it.
In a single night, Morin not only laid Eric's foundation but also demonstrated what electromagnetic abilities could truly accomplish.
Only then did Eric realize how much of his talent he had wasted due to ignorance.
Fortunately-
It wasn't too late.
"I'll repay my teacher properly someday..." Eric thought.
Morin glanced at him, as if sensing something.
"I really hit the jackpot this time..." Morin mused.
After Eric absorbed the fundamentals of physics and formed a vague understanding of his own abilities-
Morin noticed something new.
He had gained a power.
Electromagnetism.
At the moment, he could only make a small coin tremble.
But that tremble represented an endless future.
Morin felt ready to take off.
He didn't need overwhelming strength.
Reaching Magneto's level would be enough to turn his own body into an electromagnetic railgun.
Electromagnetism was terrifyingly powerful.
In the hands of someone with sufficient knowledge, it was priceless.
"Is this bonus based on the student's strength?" Morin wondered.
"Is it capped? Scaled? Or does it grow endlessly with teaching depth?"
"What level of bonus corresponds to each professional rank?"
Questions flowed rapidly.
All of them required verification.
One thing, however, was certain.
This power came from Eric.
Under the [Teacher] profession's [Entry-level Teaching Skill], a new item had appeared:
[Entry-level Electromagnetic Manipulator]
Next to it-
A delete icon.
Morin immediately understood its purpose.
It existed to prevent conflicting abilities.
And to avoid unwanted physical changes.
Like Raven's mutation.
It was powerful.
But he didn't want it.
Magic could replicate mimicry in the future.
Abilities he could defeat, he could copy.
Abilities he couldn't defeat, he could escape.
There was no need to gain Mystique's power at the cost of becoming an "Avatar."
"Tasteless," Morin decided.
"And not worth regretting."
"I'll protect Magneto," Morin thought.
"You gave me a gift this great."
"I'll repay you many times over."
In truth, the one to thank was the system.
But Morin couldn't imagine what a system creator-
Or a god-
Would want from an ant like him.
So he chose to repay Eric first.
As for the system itself-
That would wait until he was strong enough.
The group was led deeper into the base.
The "Man in Black" introduced a supersonic jet and a researcher named Hank McCoy.
Hank was the mutant later known as Beast.
Refined.
Gentle.
But his mutation manifested in a pair of frightening, beast-like feet.
Fortunately, only his feet.
They were easy to hide.
Charles, unaware of the full story, spoke without restraint.
"So there's already such an outstanding mutant here. Why didn't you tell me?"
Hank was timid and mild-mannered.
He didn't dare swear.
Had he been more aggressive, Charles might've paid for that remark.
The director didn't intervene.
Morin didn't pay it much attention.
There wasn't much to develop in Hank's abilities.
Super-intellect and feet.
He greeted Hank politely.
He wasn't so narrow-minded as to only interact with future students.
Hank's intelligence was impressive.
But Morin wasn't lacking there.
...
"Hank modified the radar," the director said by the window, handing Charles a cup of coffee.
"It amplifies your brainwaves and enhances your telepathy."
"You can use it to locate more mutants."
Charles fell silent.
He understood immediately.
Using the CIA's machine meant the CIA would know everything he found.
And what the CIA knew-
The government knew.
Mutants were only just beginning to emerge.
At least, in Charles's view.
What actions would the government take against individuals with such power?
Charles had never held back his abilities with officials.
He saw the director's thoughts clearly.
That was why he hesitated.
Orderly and kind, yet prone to compromise.
"If a new species appears," Eric said suddenly beside him, "it should be found by its own kind."
"Not by others."
"Charles and I will find the mutants."
"Eric?" Charles looked at him.
"The teacher added some courses," Eric said. "Courses you also need."
"About the future of mutants."
"I understand it deeply."
The director frowned and pointed outside.
"First, the machine is mine."
"Second, this was Charles's wish."
"He already agreed the CIA should access this information."
Charles and Eric exchanged looks.
Charles had intended to cooperate.
But Eric mentioned their teacher.
And the future.
Charles remembered Morin's warnings.
Compared to himself, Morin had clearly thought further.
That was why Eric stopped him.
Charles made his decision.
"No," he said firmly. "I agree with Eric."
"Mutants should be found by us."
The director frowned.
Losing control was never pleasant.
Especially for someone like him.
But he had no countermeasures.
The two men before him could each form an army alone.
Charles sensed his thoughts.
Clearly.
But what could the director do?
Nothing.
The conversation ended.
Charles returned with Eric to their residence.
In the living room, Morin was leisurely reading on the sofa.
Raven sat beside him, wrestling with a thick workbook nearly five centimeters thick.
"You're back?" Morin said, turning a page without looking up.
"Yes, teacher," Charles and Eric sat opposite him.
They spoke eagerly.
"Teacher, are you going to teach us how to deal with the future of mutants?"
"Yes," Morin nodded, closing the book and slipping it into his pocket.
He then looked at Raven.
"Raven. You listen too."
"Oh yeah!" Raven nearly jumped in excitement.
She quickly gathered her books and squeezed herself between Charles and Eric.
"This next course," Morin said slowly, "will not be taught to anyone else."
"It concerns the future of mutants."
"I will only share it with mutants capable of influencing the entire race."
"And those with leadership qualities."
"That means you three."
The future Magneto.
Professor X.
And Mystique.
They sat upright, hands on their knees, eyes forward.
They felt it.
The weight.
The responsibility.
And the expectation Morin was placing upon them.
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