Chapter 342: S: The Grand Event of Glory (17)

Several hours later, Charles, who had come to Stark Tower's laboratory to pick up the students, saw that Stark had hung a "No Mutants Allowed" sign on the door of his lab.

Charles, having learned the full story, was equally helpless; as one of the rare high-level intellectuals among mutants, he could understand Stark's anger—during interactions with this group of second-generation mutants, any mention of professional knowledge was like talking to ducks, because they had never even read a book.

The Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters was called a school, but in reality it was more like a retirement home; it taught students how to control and develop their powers, not how to acquire knowledge, leaving these mutants—whose ages should have placed them in college—empty-headed and utterly uneducated.

To be honest, the students at Xavier's school were already among the better ones—at least Iceman could follow Banner's instructions and produce decent results; someone like Polaris, whose education ended at prenatal instruction, had a terrible temper, and was especially impatient, could literally drive a scholar to death.

Charles knew better than anyone that this was no solution; while everyone remained on Earth, whether or not they acquired knowledge didn't matter much, since their innate abilities were already powerful enough to ensure they wouldn't starve.

But once humanity entered the cosmic age, knowledge would become the primary productive force—the average mutant education level, barely reaching prenatal instruction, was only pulled up by Charles himself; when the true cosmic era arrived, a handful of powerful mutants would be useless, and improving basic mutant education was imperative.

Yet implementing basic education in any region or among any race was extraordinarily difficult; after pondering all night without result, Charles went to drink with Shiler.

It wasn't to drown his sorrows—he simply hoped to hear what new insights Shiler might offer, for he had keenly sensed that Shiler did not harbor the typical human hatred toward mutants; perhaps viewing the problem from another perspective might yield a new solution.