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"Bradley, continue monitoring the X-Men. They'll probably be training for quite a long time."
Lancelot stood up from the sofa, gave Bradley a few brief instructions, and then left the room.
At this point, the first major battle involving the mutants had entered its final stage of preparation before the decisive clash.
Lancelot had already witnessed the strength of the X-Men. Assembling a proper combat team would take at least half a month.
If Lancelot had not secretly formulated a plan to suppress the Hellfire Club, the X-Men would likely have been forced onto the battlefield tomorrow—and would have been easily slaughtered by the Black King, Shaw.
"Still, the only thing that truly surprised me is that Professor X has finally learned how to hide," Lancelot sighed softly.
After experiencing life-and-death trials, the young Professor X had finally realized that there were always people stronger than himself, and skies beyond skies.
He was no longer blindly arrogant. He had even begun to conceal himself.
According to Bradley's surveillance, after returning to the Xavier Mansion, Professor X and Magneto used their psychic powers to envelop the entire estate.
Anyone who saw the Xavier Mansion would subconsciously ignore its existence, forget their original purpose, and uncontrollably leave the area.
Because of this, although the Xavier Mansion clearly stood there, the demon Azazel had passed through the area more than a dozen times over the past few days and still failed to locate it.
"Perhaps I should also establish such a psychic defensive field."
The ruby-like eyes of Lancelot shimmered with deep light.
At present, the Evolution House was focused on researching biological evolution. It seemed that the evolution of the mind should now be placed on the agenda as well.
"John, take me to Evolution House No. 1."
After leaving the room, Lancelot gave a soft whistle. John's phantom instantly appeared before him.
Bang.
The phantom John bowed and then transported Lancelot to the top-ranked mutant Evolution House in Virginia.
At this moment, thousands of scientists were conducting experiments throughout the facility. Darwin's female assistant, Raina, dressed in a white lab coat, was completely focused on the experimental platform in front of her.
Lancelot did not disturb Raina or the others. He simply walked to the observation window and looked inside.
On the experimental table lay a burly white man. He appeared nervous yet excited, staring intently at the equipment before him.
His name was Isaac Monroe, an ordinary man. He once had a perfect family, but a year ago he was diagnosed with leukemia. In this era, leukemia was almost equivalent to a death sentence.
Worse still, Isaac had not purchased medical insurance in order to save money, meaning he could not afford the enormous medical expenses.
Unable to bear the burden, he left his family without a word and ended up living on the streets.
For a year, he suffered from leukemia as his body grew weaker by the day. Just as he was despairingly awaiting death, a mysterious organization found him.
This organization, calling itself the "Evolution House," claimed to be a scientific alliance dedicated to guiding humanity toward evolution. They needed human test subjects—and they chose him.
Isaac did not care about mysterious organizations or Evolution Houses. To an ordinary man, even the infamous HYDRA felt distant and unreal.
What truly moved Isaac was their claim that they could cure him.
He did not want to die, so he agreed.
He was taken to a secret base, injected with a serum, and placed alone in a room to recover.
After being injected with a pale yellow liquid, Isaac felt as if his body had been reborn, rapidly recovering.
Three days later, he had fully returned to a normal state. His terminal illness had been cured in just three days, shocking him and filling him with fascination toward the Evolution House.
Over the next few days, Isaac discovered he could freely move around the living area, where he saw creatures beyond his wildest imagination:
Mice that could survive underwater.
Cats with wings.
A fish swimming through sand.
Pufferfish floating in midair like balloons.
A puppy with metallic skin.
Isaac Monroe felt as though he had entered a fantastical zoo, everything before him utterly unbelievable.
"Mutation and glory."
As Isaac stood in shock, a Black man in a white lab coat walked up to him.
"Black people can be scientists?"
Seeing the Black scientists around him, Isaac frowned slightly. This was an era of intense racism.
"What a disgusting white supremacist."
The Black scientist snorted coldly. As Raina's assistant, he had been on his way to eat when he was mocked by this man. He decided to give him nothing less than an unforgettable experiment.
The scientist took out a pale golden box, opened it, and began selecting an injection.
"Metalized skin? Still unstable—forget it."
"Turning him into stone won't work. His bones would turn to stone too."
"Growing wings from the body? Pretty flashy."
"Why does Master Darwin use so many evolutionary pathways…"
Isaac Monroe looked at the scientist in confusion. After muttering for a while, the scientist finally selected a gleaming syringe from the box and, under Isaac's bewildered gaze, injected it into his right arm.
Crack.
The injection completed, the scientist's arm veins burst, and three bone claws extended from the back of his hand.
"F—!"
Isaac stared in terror, feeling as if he were dreaming.
Shh.
Without explanation, the scientist plunged the bone claws into Isaac Monroe's chest. Isaac felt intense pain before losing consciousness.
"This is a lesson for you. Remember—this is the home of evolution. As humans, you must always remain humble, because there will always be greater races here, constantly advancing and guiding our evolution."
"Oh, and when you wake up, you should learn about the King's alternative theory of glory."
Before passing out, Isaac heard the scientist's cold warning and felt something else being injected into his right arm.
"Fast-acting serum is more potent."
"Unfortunately, this mutation serum doesn't last long—only one minute."
After injecting the rapid-healing agent, the scientist pulled out a portable experimental notebook and began recording everything that had happened.