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Soviet Union, a Secret KGB Base
Lancelot stood on the tarmac, casually sizing up the blonde beauty before him. He had to admit—she was breathtaking.
"Mr. Lancelot, it's an honor to serve you," Claire Valiant said with a sweet, enchanting smile, her tone both respectful and deliberately seductive.
"Woman, drop your tricks."
The moment Claire released her charm, a cold, blade-like voice echoed in her mind. Behind her, the White Queen—Emma—approached with elegant steps. As she drew closer, she frowned slightly, her psychic power steadily suppressing Claire.
Bang.
Under Emma's psychic pressure, Claire couldn't hold on at all. She dropped to her knees, pain written all over her face.
"Enough, Emma."
Lancelot cut off Emma's psychic assault just before Claire completely collapsed and lost consciousness.
"Th-thank you… thank you, Mr. Lancelot."
Weak and drenched in sweat, Claire raised her head, staring at Lancelot and the White Queen beside him in terror.
Lancelot looked at her calmly. Faced with such peerless beauty, he felt nothing.
He was human—but not ruled by lust.
Admiring beauty didn't mean losing oneself to desire. More importantly, Lancelot already had Mystique Raven and the White Queen Emma. With Mystique alone, he effectively possessed every beauty in the world.
So no matter how stunning Claire was, Lancelot remained unmoved.
Claire Valiant was an operative from the Soviet secret organization known as the "Red Room." Anyone who graduated from the Red Room was given the title of "Black Widow," subjected to unimaginable torture, and stripped of the ability to become a mother.
Claire Valiant was the Black Widow of this era.
As for Natasha Romanoff, Lancelot's investigation confirmed that she had not yet been born. Clearly, this universe followed the Marvel Cinematic Universe timeline—Natasha would be born in 1984, not a century earlier as in the comics.
"I really don't know how those veteran time travelers manage to keep their mouths shut," Lancelot muttered inwardly with mild regret as he looked at the seductive woman before him.
Boom.
As Lancelot's attention drifted for a split second, a ghostly figure appeared. Ghost John emerged, bringing Sabretooth Victor and his assistant and driver, Harkins, with him.
"My lord, I failed," Sabretooth Victor said the moment he arrived, his 2.5-meter-tall body dropping to one knee, guilt burning in his feline eyes.
"Enough, Victor. You merely failed," Lancelot said casually, patting Victor on the shoulder in reassurance.
"As my fellow mutant, I allow you to make mistakes."
His magnanimous words earned him even greater reverence from the mutants present. Even Emma looked at him with admiration in her eyes.
"Emma, inject the Black Widow with the vitality serum," Lancelot ordered, turning back to the frightened Claire.
"Of course, my love," Emma replied gladly. She produced a pale yellow injector from her cleavage and injected the liquid into Claire's body.
"Uh—what is this…?"
Moments after the injection, Claire's eyes flew open.
She felt every cell in her body boiling with energy. Within seconds, all weakness and exhaustion vanished completely.
Claire sprang to her feet. She felt incredible—overflowing with vitality, as if she could maintain peak condition all day.
A few days earlier, during a mission, Claire had unexpectedly encountered a group of fanatical KGB agents. Through secret investigation, she discovered that an extremely mysterious existence was operating behind them.
To infiltrate that organization, Claire pretended to be captured and was brought to this base—where she met Lancelot.
Her usual weapon—beauty—was utterly useless against him. With no other option, she pretended to pledge her loyalty.
She had expected tests of loyalty, interrogations, even brainwashing. Instead, Lancelot accepted her submission effortlessly—no trials, no conditioning, not even the casual cruelty she had anticipated.
At first, Claire mocked Lancelot's arrogance in her heart. But after witnessing these mysterious beings, she was truly terrified.
"Come. It's time to see our second home," Lancelot said, ignoring her. He turned and gave orders to his fellow mutants, boarding the fighter jet first. The others followed.
An hour later, the jet landed on the frozen plains of Siberia.
From above, the ice sheet looked completely barren.
But with proper instruments, one would discover an enormous military base hidden beneath the ice.
When Lancelot entered through a special passage, even he was stunned.
The base was the size of a small city, fully equipped, vast beyond sight.
Its layout was a scaled-down replica of Novosibirsk, divided into an outer city and an inner city. The outer city contained civilian life and entertainment facilities, while the inner city was packed with laboratories, weapons research centers, and more.
"As expected of the Soviet Union. A secret military base on this scale," Lancelot said with admiration.
Originally, this was a Soviet secret military base. During the Cold War, resources were redirected toward nuclear weapons and space strategy, and the base—once housing tens of thousands—was abandoned by the Soviet leadership.
Now, however, it was cheaper than Lancelot's original base.
"This will be the second home of our mutant brethren," Lancelot declared proudly, spreading his arms.
"Long live my king!"
"Hail the mutant king!"
Mystique Raven arrived with a group of scientists from the Mutant Evolution Institute. She shouted excitedly and saluted Lancelot with deep respect.