At the same moment, a cloud of red smoke erupted inside the plane.
A sharp red tail shot straight toward Moira.
A blade swung directly at Morin.
Charles didn't react in time.
His mind was still stuck on whether killing was right or wrong.
That was just who he was.
Inside the red smoke, Azazel wore a wanton, malicious grin.
He didn't know who Moira or Morin were-his memories had been erased earlier-but anyone on this plane had to be important.
"As long as I'm fast enough, this telepath won't catch me," Azazel thought.
"I'll kill them and leave instantly."
However.
Reality was cruel.
Azazel felt his tail and blade freeze in midair, seized by an invisible force.
They wouldn't move.
"This is bad!"
Before he could understand what happened, he activated his ability and vanished-reappearing dozens of kilometers away.
"That's interesting," Morin said thoughtfully, having been brought along with him.
"You entered a special state. In that state, you can partially ignore distance to reach your destination. The downside is that you treat other creatures as part of yourself and bring them along."
"That's really interesting."
"Who are you?" Azazel stared at Morin warily.
Teleportation was his main ability, but his strength and speed were also enhanced.
Even without teleporting, he could crush ordinary people with ease.
But he had already realized something.
Just now, Morin had stopped his attack faster than he could even perceive.
That meant Morin was also a mutant.
"Me?" Morin tilted his head slightly.
"I think it's time you remembered something."
He restored the memories he had previously erased from Azazel's mind.
And then-
Azazel's eyes filled with panic as he looked at Morin.
He remembered everything.
And because he remembered, he understood what he had just done.
The people on that plane-
He had picked the strongest one and taken him away.
Even if it wasn't intentional, the result was the same.
"...I think Shaw should thank me," Azazel said, forcing a smile that looked more like crying.
Red smoke exploded outward.
He vanished.
"I don't think so," Morin replied calmly.
"My presence doesn't decide whether Shaw lives or dies. If Charles and Erik can't handle him, I'll just make them go back and relearn everything."
"After all, they beat him before they learned. If they can't now, doesn't that mean I'm a bad teacher?"
He nodded.
"But I should thank you anyway. Otherwise, I wouldn't know where to deduct points and assign extra lessons."
Morin didn't stop Azazel from fleeing.
Azazel appeared nearly a hundred miles away, gasping, his face pale.
"I actually... escaped?" he muttered.
He couldn't believe it.
From what he remembered, Morin had absolute control over his mind.
So how had he gotten away?
The question surfaced instinctively.
"Forget it. I'll just run farther and reappear in ten years," Azazel decided, preparing to teleport again.
Then-
"It's rude to leave before someone finishes speaking."
Morin appeared beside him, smiling faintly.
"That's bad manners."
"Ahhh!"
Azazel screamed and vanished in red smoke, reappearing another hundred miles away.
Morin appeared again.
"I said-"
"Ahhh!"
"Tsk."
Morin teleported again.
"Why don't you keep running?"
"Ahhh!"
"You can't escape."
Morin appeared once more.
The upgraded teleportation magic didn't just move to locations.
It could lock onto a person.
A homeroom teacher's signature skill.
No wonder he could always appear behind students.
"Why do you have so many abilities?!" Azazel screamed in despair.
After hundreds of chained teleports, he collapsed, exhausted.
They had crossed the globe multiple times.
Teleportation consumed stamina.
He had nothing left.
"I told you," Morin said calmly.
"My abilities depend on what I need."
"Can't run anymore, can you?"
"I surrender!" Azazel dropped to his knees.
"I swear loyalty to you!"
"Hehe..." Morin chuckled.
Even if Azazel's ability had value-which it didn't-
Morin would never accept a wanton killer as a subordinate.
"You made a serious mistake on this assignment."
Morin reappeared inside the plane, pulled out a small notebook, and began writing.
"So tell me. What should your punishment be?"
"..."
Every mutant on the plane wore a suffering expression.
Erik and Sean, still outside, learned everything through Charles's mental link.
They wore the same expressions.
Only Moira looked completely lost.
From her perspective, red smoke appeared, Morin vanished, Morin reappeared-
And then announced punishment.
Torment was torment.
Suffering faces were suffering faces.
But work still had to be done.
Erik took Sean and the nuclear submarine and flew it to land.
Then-
Gently.
He placed it down.
The word "gently" was literal.
Erik didn't want to smash it and kill Shaw inside.
He wanted to execute Shaw himself.
"I'll do it?" Sean offered.
"I can force him out."
"I can too," Alex said eagerly.
"No," Charles said calmly.
"There's a nuclear reactor inside. Your methods risk a leak."
"I'll do it," Erik said quietly.
His hand trembled slightly.
The coin in his pocket stirred.
Before he finished speaking, the submarine's outer shell was peeled away layer by layer by overwhelming magnetic force.
Until only a heavily modified compartment remained-dense with pipes.
"I can't sense inside," Charles said softly.
"There are materials blocking telepathy. That's the reactor room. Shaw is inside, absorbing its output."
"Then we just make sure there's nothing left to absorb."
Erik waved his hand.
The reactor shut down instantly.
All connected pipes were torn away.
Inside the compartment, Shaw sensed the sudden loss of energy.
The power raging within him stabilized.
"No..."
He walked toward the door.
"What happened?"
Absorbing reactor output required absolute focus.
One slip and he'd become a living nuclear bomb.
Combined with insulation and Erik's steady control, Shaw assumed the submarine was still underwater.
The shutdown must have been an emergency.
He opened the door.
And froze.
The submarine was on a beach.
Only his compartment remained.
The rest was gone.
Azazel and Riptide were gone.
In front of him stood the X-Men, staring coldly.
Shaw: "..."
Am I hallucinating?
Is this a bug?
If I go back in and open the door again, will it refresh?
"Do you remember this coin?" Erik asked.
The restless coin floated from his pocket and stopped in front of Shaw.
"That year, you used it to take my mother's life."
"Now I'm returning it."
"And taking yours."
"Heh... hehe..." Shaw laughed coldly.
"Why not say that the same coin also gave you these powerful abilities?"
"Arguing won't change the outcome."
"Well... I apologize for what happened in the camp," Shaw said, changing tactics.
"I'm curious. Why are you standing with them?"
"Stand with you?" Charles said coldly.
"With a group of mass murderers?"
"Mass murderers?" Shaw scoffed.
"No. I'm fighting for our species."
"You've seen how humans treat us now that mutants exist."
"They're weak. They're doomed."
"Why fight for a species that isn't yours?"
"Mutants are chosen. Gifted by God."
"We should wipe out humanity and rule the new era."
"Come," Shaw spread his arms.
"My compatriots. Fight with me."
"Erik," Charles said quickly.
He was worried.
Erik had once believed the same.
He had seen humanity at its worst.
"...I understand you," Erik said, raising a hand.
Shaw smiled smugly.
"Then join me-"
The smile froze.
"I understand you," Erik continued calmly,
"because you must have been born without parents."
"Otherwise, you wouldn't see only evil."
The coin trembled, glowing red, yet didn't deform.
"I was nearly like you."
"But I've felt beauty. Family. Friendship. Love."
"And I've found a way for mutants to move forward."
"Without mass slaughter."
"To live equally. To coexist."
"How disappointing," Shaw said lightly.
"You think equality with humans is dignity?"
"That's self-debasement."
"Is that so?" Erik smiled coldly.
"That explains your ignorance and arrogance."
"Ignorant?" Shaw laughed, spreading his arms.
"I'll just stand here and let you hit me."
"When you're done, I'll fight back."
It definitely wasn't because he hadn't absorbed enough energy yet.
Shaw thought he was clever.
Other than Charles's telepathy, none of them could break his defense.
"Stand still and let us hit you?" Erik almost laughed.
"Yes," Shaw said confidently.
"I know what you're thinking. But go ahead."
"I'll grant your wish."
"Sean. Alex," Erik said without looking back.
"Give him something unforgettable."
Shaw absorbed energy.
Erik knew that.
But everything had limits.
"My control isn't at its peak yet," Erik thought.
"I need time."
"You two will buy it."
Through Charles's telepathy, the message reached them.
The magnetic field around the coin grew denser.
The Ampere force stacked higher and higher.
The coin didn't move.
The longer it took, the more destructive it would become.
And Erik had a backup.
If even this wasn't enough-
He'd control Shaw's helmet.
In the original timeline, he couldn't.
He was crude. Illiterate.
He could only manipulate iron.
But now-
He could counter the helmet's telepathic shielding directly.
Once it failed, Charles would end everything instantly.
Perfect.
"...You first?" Sean asked.
"Or me?"
"I'll go," Alex said.
Shaw stood still, hands behind his back.
Then-
A massive shockwave slammed into his chest.
He flew backward.
Everyone: "..."
Awkward silence.
"He's not dead," Charles said.
Everyone exhaled.
They'd almost thought the final boss was gone just like that.
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