After reaching the advanced level, Morin had quietly compared his abilities.
His current control over electromagnetism was roughly on par with Eric's.
That alone raised his overall strength by a large margin.
However, Morin didn't show it.
He would never expose a trump card unless it was absolutely necessary.
Morin didn't stop Charles and Eric from carrying out their plan to recruit mutants to oppose the Hellfire Club's Black King.
Just as he had said before, he wouldn't interfere.
He would only offer guidance when they asked for it.
Nothing more.
So, just like in the movie, Charles and Eric went out together and began searching.
First was "Angel" Salvadore, a nightclub dancer.
She possessed a pair of dragonfly-like wings that vibrated at high frequency, allowing her to fly.
She could also spit corrosive, mildly explosive liquid globs.
In essence, an insect-mimicry mutant.
Charles and Eric recruited her while lying on a bed.
It sounded ambiguous.
But that was exactly how it happened.
There was nothing wrong with it.
Unfortunately...
This so-called "Angel" had no integrity whatsoever.
When the Black King appeared and ambushed them, she betrayed the X-Men without hesitation.
Then there was the taxi driver, "Darwin" Armando.
He earned the name "Darwin" because of his ability to adapt and evolve.
His body could adjust to any environment, growing new organs or even altering its form directly.
It was an extremely powerful ability.
In theory, when facing overwhelming external force, Darwin could even evolve into a gaseous or energy-based state to survive or counterattack.
Unfortunately, he was killed by the Black King in an ambush before his potential could fully develop.
The comics claimed he evolved into gas.
But in the movie, he died.
Morin still took him in as a student.
He planned to give him some guidance.
Mainly because Darwin's ability reminded him, from a certain angle, of Mystique Raven's.
Maybe there was something in common.
After that came "Havok" Alex Summers.
Then "Banshee" Sean Cassidy.
And finally-
Eric pushed open the door to a bar.
He and Charles walked in.
Morin followed behind them.
He pulled out a video camera from his system space and started recording.
This scene was too famous not to keep.
"Excuse me," Eric said as he and Charles approached a man with wild hair and a thick beard, smoking a cigar at the bar.
"I'm Eric Lehnsherr."
"I'm Charles Xavier," Charles added.
He was about to continue.
The man cut him off.
"Go fuck yourselves."
A puff of smoke drifted out with the words.
"...," Charles and Eric exchanged a look.
Then they turned and left without hesitation.
They were there to recruit people.
Not to be insulted.
"You two go ahead. I'll catch up later," Morin waved them off.
Eric and Charles immediately sensed something off.
"Is there something wrong with him?" they asked.
"Nothing wrong," Morin chuckled.
"I just find him interesting. I want to talk."
"You should go back first. The people you recruited need comfort and guidance."
After they left, Morin sat down beside the man.
The man took another drag from his cigar and lifted his glass.
"Two 'Water of Life,'" Morin said in fluent Russian, having already spotted the bottle.
Two glasses of ninety-six-proof Polish rectified vodka were set down.
Morin slid one toward the man.
"I'm curious," Morin said, draining his glass in one gulp before signaling for a refill.
"Why did you tell them to get lost without even hearing them out?"
"They talk like a pair of little gays," the man frowned.
He picked up his glass and drank it in one go.
"Hahaha!" Morin laughed openly.
He took the refilled glass and downed it as well.
"You're not wrong. They really do."
So that was it.
Logan had thought Charles and Eric were from Brokeback Mountain.
And that they wanted to recruit him as the bottom.
Logan wasn't Wolverine yet.
Though the unkempt hair and beard made him look wild, like a man in his late thirties or forties.
At this time, he hadn't even joined the Vietnam War.
He was still drifting.
Doing odd jobs.
Sleeping with women.
"Who are you?" Logan asked, signaling the bartender for another refill.
At first, he had assumed Morin was with those two.
But the moment Morin ordered two glasses of Water of Life, his tone and bearing changed that impression completely.
"I'm a teacher," Morin said calmly.
"I teach mutants how to develop and control their abilities."
"People like you."
"...," Logan's body tensed.
"Don't misunderstand," Morin said lightly.
"I'm the same."
He flicked a coin.
The coin rolled across the counter, stopped in front of Logan, then bent, folded, crumpled into a ball, and returned to its original shape.
Not a single crease.
Because it had been fundamentally reshaped.
"What are you trying to say?" Logan frowned.
He picked up the coin and tried to bend it himself.
It was a normal coin.
No trick.
"The two people you just cursed out will become the leaders of mutants in the future," Morin said.
"Your ability is strong. If you have nothing better to do, you can go to them someday."
"They'll welcome you."
"Mutants will only grow more numerous. Without proper leadership, things will go very wrong."
Morin raised his hand slightly.
A line of small characters appeared on the coin.
The address of Charles's estate.
"Just those two?" Logan raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.
"One of them can instantly control the minds of everyone on Earth," Morin smiled.
"Read their memories. Kill them."
"The other can reverse the planet's magnetic field and create true doomsday."
"Do you really think that's not enough?"
"Heh," Logan snorted.
He tapped ash into his glass.
The liquor ignited.
He lifted it and drank it in one gulp.
"You'll find out eventually," Morin said.
He stood up.
Left one final sentence behind.
"Keep the coin."
Logan looked at it in silence.
After a moment, he put it away.
...
Morin exited the bar.
Then he used his newly acquired teleportation ability.
More accurately, a spell.
It consumed mana.
A flash of light.
He appeared on the street beside Charles and Eric.
The nearby civilians showed no reaction.
They couldn't see him.
"Was that... spatial teleportation?" Charles froze.
When he realized it was Morin, he relaxed.
"Teacher, you can do that too?"
"Yes," Morin nodded.
"But I rarely use it."
"I thought you were going to take him in as a student," Charles said, noticing Morin had returned alone.
"No," Morin shook his head.
"I have nothing to teach him."
"But I left him a coin with your estate's address."
"Maybe he'll come find you someday."
"What's his ability?" Eric asked.
"Regeneration," Morin replied, pulling a thick magic book from his pocket and opening it.
"Very strong."
"So strong that even a nuclear bomb can't destroy his body."
"And his anti-aging ability surpasses Raven's."
Logan was effectively immortal.
But after too many battles and too much extraction of his healing factor, he eventually died.
Beyond that, he possessed enhanced strength, feral instincts similar to Spider-Man's danger sense, a sharp sense of smell, and bone claws.
None of that compared to his healing and longevity.
"...Teacher," Charles said suddenly.
"I don't think I've ever asked about your abilities."
He remembered Morin casually pulling massive books from that pocket.
After seeing it so many times, they were already used to the impossible.
"You can guess," Morin smiled.
"Space manipulation? Size alteration? Telepathy?" Charles listed what he'd seen.
"...That's about right," Morin nodded.
"I have all three."
System space also counted.
No lie there.
"There are more?" Eric asked, surprised.
Each of those abilities alone was powerful.
All three together was already absurd.
"There are," Morin replied without looking up.
"As a teacher, I must be able to do everything my students can."
"Otherwise, how could I teach them?"
Eric and Charles: "!!!"
Something felt very wrong.
Was that really something you could say so casually?
...
"They're so disappointing!" Charles snapped.
"I told you," Eric replied calmly.
"They're just mutants who've barely stepped away from ordinary life. Some haven't even done that."
"They're not ready to face Shaw."
"But you didn't listen."
"I know," Charles clenched his fists.
"I fought so hard for them in the meeting, and then they just went out and showed off their powers, causing chaos!"
Morin continued reading.
He hadn't appeared before any civilians.
The meeting had nothing to do with him.
As for the students they brought back-
Aside from Darwin, none of them were worth Morin's attention.
He couldn't be bothered to teach them.
Their abilities were like chicken ribs to him.
Barely edible.
He'd rather spend that time reading magic books.
And he had to admit-
The books Tia Dalma gave him were all genuine.
Nothing like the incomplete magic system from the Now You See Me world.
These spells belonged to a complete system.
That made sense.
This world still had gods from Greek mythology.
Magic hadn't faded away.
Charles, still young, still hot-tempered, shoved the door open angrily.
When he saw Morin leisurely reading, he stopped.
Then calmed down.
"What happened?" Morin asked.
He already knew.
"The people we recruited," Charles vented immediately.
"They recklessly used their abilities. Caused destruction."
"No discipline. No self-awareness."
"They don't even realize how serious it is!"
"Heh," Morin smiled, shaking his head.
"Calm down, Charles."
"This is something I want you to think about."
"What?" Charles didn't understand.
"Not every mutant grew up like you," Morin closed his book.
"Imagine an ordinary person who suddenly gains overwhelming power."
"Power to take revenge on people who hurt them and were never punished."
"What would they do?"
"If they're hot-headed, they might kill."
"If they've been suppressed their whole lives, they might show off."
"To gain awe. Envy. Praise."
"That's what they lack."
"That's what they want."
"People crave what they don't have."
"That's why they flaunt their abilities and ignore the damage."
"So you want us to consider this," Eric said thoughtfully.
"The danger of mutant-human coexistence in the future?"
"What if we separate them completely?"
Eric had survived a concentration camp.
Been treated like a lab rat.
He had seen darkness Charles never had.
He could imagine worse outcomes.
Too easily.
And that was the problem.
Charles was too idealistic.
Too soft.
Eric was too realistic.
Too rigid.
These were the paths they would eventually walk.
But with Morin here-
That future wouldn't happen.
One rigid.
One soft.
Fuse them together.
Yin and Yang.
And a great path would form.
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