Chapter 4684: X-Royalty: Annihilation (Part 10)

After the White Queen left, Magneto looked at Professor X with concern, then glanced at Shiler, and said: "This move is too risky. If Emma attacks you in a moment of impulse, I might not be able to stop her completely. Charles, you should go back to the gravity laboratory."

"Escaping is not the way, Erik," Professor X looked into his eyes and said. "I know you want to protect me, worried about those radicals among the mutants doing something to me because of the annihilation of the assault team. But I must stand up bravely to take responsibility and set an example for the children. I want to call a plenary meeting..."

"No!" Magneto frowned deeply and said, "It's already very difficult just to suppress the doubts about you within the Brotherhood of Mutants; if the public opinion wasn't so bad, I wouldn't let you stay in the laboratory."

"But if I stay in the laboratory, all the blame will fall on you, Erik. How can I let you face all this alone?"

Shiler had already sat behind the desk to play with his phone. That was the bad thing about the mutant comic universe; one-third of the plot was the back-and-forth of Magneto and Professor X, these two crazy people.

At any time, any place, in any major event, without their emotional entanglement, this comic couldn't be published. It was nothing more than some comic plots having more, some having less.

Whether these two started by loving or killing each other determined the main theme of this comic. And the bizarre degree of their loving and killing determined the length of this comic. Whether they ended up loving or killing each other determined the ending of this comic.

The good news was that in the original work of "X-Royalty," they worked together and had no arguing plot; the bad news was that the original plot had basically collapsed, and now it was heading toward the old routine of loving first and then killing each other.

"Erik, take off your helmet, we need to talk." Charles's voice came from the side. Shiler took out a paper medical record report and started writing. Once this sentence came out, it wouldn't be finished in less than two hours.

Shiler started filling in medical records against the background noise of the two arguing. Before coming here, there were 46 medical records left to fill; after coming here, there were 48 left. Listening to the tone of the two, finishing two in the afternoon wouldn't be a problem.

Suddenly, a psychic storm swept through the room. Fortunately, Shiler was prepared and closed his psychic world, so he wasn't affected. Magneto, however, looked painful; he stumbled back a step and hit the table. Shiler raised his hand quickly and didn't let the scratches fall on the medical records he had just written.

Immediately after, the sound of the argument became louder, but Shiler closed his ears, cursing Strange in his heart while writing wildly. Suddenly, a magnetic storm swept up, and everything in the room floated up, including tables, chairs, and paper. Shiler grabbed the floating paper quickly again. Just as he jumped down from mid-air, he saw Professor X fall down softly.

"Doctor," Magneto shouted at Shiler while holding him to the wheelchair, "please take him back to the gravity laboratory and take good care of him before he wakes up."

Shiler took the wheelchair from his hand, then held up a finger and said: "First, I am a psychologist; if he has a sudden serious illness, I cannot perform emergency rescue, I can only persuade you to think openly. Second, I am not your private doctor, I still have things to..."

Magneto had already turned and left with a resolute posture.

Shiler sighed and pushed Professor X back to the gravity laboratory. Moira gasped when she saw Professor X's condition.

"You take good care of him," Shiler started outsourcing work.

"I don't understand, how did he..."

"Magneto," Shiler summarized their argument in the most concise way.

It seemed Moira also understood them quite well; she breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Magneto's name, but then frowned. "I heard there are many voices opposing the Professor within the mutants, is that right?"

When he first met Professor X, Shiler knew that Moira couldn't leave the anti-gravity laboratory now. Because the technical support for the Totem Resurrection Plan and the anti-Orchis plan were all done by her. Although Beast and Moira could also assist, this Miss Nine-Life Reincarnation was the key figure in the mutants' rebuilding of utopia.

Precisely because she shouldered too many technical responsibilities, she almost didn't participate in politics, and her news wasn't very well-informed. Since the assault team was wiped out, the pressure on her was even greater, so she communicated less with the outside world.

"There is some trouble," Shiler said, "you should also be able to imagine, if it wasn't for the pressure within the mutants being so great that it could indeed pose a danger to the Professor, Magneto wouldn't have taken such a desperate measure."

Moira turned to look at Professor X lying in the wheelchair, pushed her glasses, and said: "Where does the internal pressure mainly come from? Whether it's the X-Men or the Brotherhood of Mutants, it shouldn't..."

"Mr. Sinister," Shiler spat out a name, "he is a complete opportunist. He may not truly agree with this plan, just wanting to get the benefits brought by Krakoa. So although he provided the technology to preserve mutant genes for the Totem Resurrection Plan, now that the situation is unfavorable, he will want to withdraw his shares, and even turn against them, which is not impossible."

"This is too terrible," Moira sighed, "even at this time, we still can't be united. It seems the resurrection plan must be accelerated; we need a shot in the arm."

"No, miss," Shiler looked at her and said, "on the contrary. You do need to research as soon as possible, but don't announce it so quickly. If it's really completed, I hope you can hide it temporarily."

"Why?" Moira asked uncomprehendingly, "The sacrificed heroes coming back will definitely be encouraging. Isn't this the kind of strong encouragement we need most now?"

Shiler shook his head and said: "The storm will prove who is the true King of the Sky. The mutants' failure is because you are always unable to accept failure."

Moira lowered her eyes. She didn't express any opinion on this evaluation, neither feeling angry nor confused, as if she had expected it. Silence is sometimes a form of expression. It seems that since rebuilding utopia, this period of getting along with mutants has allowed her to see through many things.

"In my opinion, the failure of the assault team cannot be called a failure, just a ripple," Shiler said. "But too many mutants haven't realized this, including Professor X and Magneto. Otherwise, they wouldn't have chosen to seek help from the multiverse."

"They knew that the arrival of the main universe might bring a series of troubles, but in order to get help, they still accepted it. But do they really need this help? If they can't even accept this degree of failure, how can they rebuild their home?"

"I don't understand," Moira stepped forward slowly, came to Shiler, and looked up at his gray eyes, "the most important assault plan failed completely, isn't that enough?"

"The problem is that you shouldn't have pinned all your hopes on this assault plan," Shiler sighed and started his prenatal education again. "'Theory of Quick Victory' and 'Theory of Quick Defeat' are both taboos for military strategists. Trying to decide the outcome with one or two 'assaults' and 'assassinations' is in itself a manifestation of shallow political thinking and short-sighted strategic vision.

"The consequence of everyone thinking of 'deciding the outcome in one battle' is what it is now. Once the assault plan you pinned high hopes on fails, everyone will feel desperate and want to find a scapegoat to vent their anger. This is completely wrong.

"I can only say, it's fortunate that you failed. If you had won, the major victory would have made you taste the sweetness of sneak attacks and assassinations, and the road would only go more crooked, further and further away from victory; even if you were proud for a while, it wouldn't last long."

Shiler wasn't making it up; in fact, in the subsequent comics, Krakoa, commonly known as "K Island," still perished. This utopia, which was brilliant for a time, disappeared again in the long river of mutant history without leaving a trace.

While there were reasons why the editors didn't want the mutants to settle down, ultimately, the problem with the mutant race itself was greater.

"Mutants are like a sword that has been quenched too much," Shiler evaluated, "perhaps very sharp, but lacking resilience."

Moira lowered her eyelids. She didn't express any opinion on this evaluation, neither feeling angry nor confused, as if she had expected it. Silence is sometimes a form of expression. It seems that since rebuilding utopia, this period of getting along with mutants has allowed her to see through many things.

"What mutants possess is only unity that floats on the surface," Shiler said again, "working together for the ideal of rebuilding their home seems to have no problems. However, rebuilding their home is not a qualified ideal. Rebuilding what kind of home is. The goal of 'letting every mutant have a sense of belonging' is not great enough, so your alliance is not strong enough."

"Not great enough?" Moira looked at him and asked, "But this is already an incomparably difficult thing that no one has ever achieved."

"Far from enough," Shiler said, "the consequence of no one ever exploring 'what kind of home mutants should have' is that the mutants you unite are not necessarily your comrades."

Moira was silent again. After a long while, she said: "Perhaps you are right. I hope this failure can let us distinguish who are the true fellow travelers. The departure of some people is not necessarily a bad thing."

"Learning to accept failure, dealing with the ripples brought by failure, and even turning failure into a flame that tempers oneself is a lesson mutants must experience. This may be very difficult, but no country or nation can truly unite without experiencing such hardships. If rebuilding utopia fails, at least don't be like last time, not even able to learn a lesson from it."

Moira sighed softly and looked up at the dome of the gravity laboratory. Shiler also heard whispers coming from the wind; it was an ancient and mysterious language, which she couldn't understand, but she could feel the sad emotion.

Shiler returned to the surface, walked from the council chamber into the jungle, and happened to see a team of mutants flying through the air. Mr. Sinister Nathaniel left with his entourage, while Magneto just stood at the highest point of the royal court, looking far away. The sunlight slid down along his cloak, like a towering snow-capped mountain that hadn't melted for years. ===== CHAPTER 4685 =====