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In the villa's living room on the first floor.
Ms. Grey sat anxiously on the sofa, glancing occasionally in the direction of the second floor. Seeing this, Moira smiled and reassured her, "Ms. Grey, don't worry. Everything's fine. You see, there's nothing happening upstairs."
"You don't understand," Ms. Grey shook her head and said with a wry smile, "I am even more scared by the fact that nothing had happened. I once hired a private tutor to help that child interact with people, but the mont the tutor entered the room, he collapsed, foaming at the mouth. If I hadn't discovered it in ti, he would have been dead."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that."
Moira reached out and held Ms. Grey's hand. She had discovered Ms. Grey's family situation six months ago.
She initially intended to send the mutant child to Charles's School for Gifted Youngsters, but Charles's state of despair and loss of telepathic ability had delayed the plan.
When Caesar ntions mutants with powerful abilities, Moira imdiately thinks of this place, hoping Caesar's extraordinary abilities might be able to help.
'Tap, Tap, Tap—'
At that mont, footsteps were heard from upstairs. Ms. Grey and Moira looked up, and both were shocked into silence when they saw Caesar descending the stairs, holding Jean's small hand.
Moira had anticipated Caesar might be able to resolve the situation, but she hadn't expected him to succeed so smoothly.
Caesar, smiling with satisfaction, patted Jean's head and said, "Jean, say hello to your mom and aunt."
Jean, still a bit shy, hid behind Caesar, tightly gripping his large hand as if drawing courage from it. Taking a deep breath, she said softly, "Hello, Mom, Aunt."
"Good, good, good! This child finally ca downstairs…"
Ms. Grey nodded with relief, her eyes reddening as she almost shed tears. The past days had been a tornt for her as well.
"Call 'sister,' not 'aunt,'" Moira said with a hint of annoyance, knowing Caesar was getting back at her for the earlier situation.
Caesar sat down on the sofa, and though Jean was shy, she still sat on his lap and buried her small face in his chest. This made Moira grit her teeth, feeling as though she had found herself a little rival in love.
Ms. Grey, however, did not mind this at all. With Caesar's appearance and professional status, she saw him as a professional.
She hesitated for a mont, then looked at Jean and said, "Um… Mr. Caesar, Jean's mutated abilities…"
"Don't worry," Caesar looked down at Jean and smiled, "As long as she doesn't stray too far from , there won't be any major issues. I can use my energy to stabilize her abilities. With a bit of learning, I believe she'll quickly learn to control her awakened powers."
Moira chid in, "Ms. Grey, if you trust us, you can safely leave Jean in Caesar's care."
Ms. Grey hesitated for a mont, looking at Jean in Caesar's arms, and then she said, "If Jean, who can read minds, is sticking to you, I have nothing to worry about. I agree. It's better for her to go outside rather than be cooped up in this house all day."
Perhaps Ms. Grey realized that her ho's limitations could not contain Jean's boundless potential forever.
The phoenix should not stay in the nest forever.
After lunch, Caesar, Jean, and Moira left the villa. Outside in the yard, Jean bathed in the long-awaited sunlight, her fair face flushed with excitent as she observed the outside world.
Caesar glanced at the sky and said, "At this point, Charles should be done with his business. I need to go back and et up with them."
"What about Apocalypse?" Moira asked with concern.
"He hasn't erged yet. We'll deal with him when he does. Aren't you a CIA agent? You can use various channels and resources to investigate." Caesar picked up Jean in a princess carry, and after creating a strong dust storm, he transford into a streak of light and vanished.
Moira, choking on the dust, watched Caesar's figure with frustration and grumbled, "This guy, abandoning the old fla for a new one. At least give a ride. How am I supposed to get a cab in this desolate area?!"
In the sky, a kiloter above the ground.
Jean, in Caesar's arms, gazed with wide, blue eyes at the receding scenery, the vast sky, and the earth below. Far from being frightened by the height, she instead burst into clear, ringing laughter.
Jean looked at Caesar with surprise and asked, "Teacher Caesar, are you an angel? You can fly."
Caesar intentionally slowed down, staying below the speed of sound, and smiled, "I don't have wings. Once you master your abilities, you'll be able to do this too."
"Really?" Jean's eyes sparkled with excitent at the thought of flying.
"Of course." Caesar nodded. Raina's abilities were similar to Jean's, and telekinetic flight was easy for her. Moreover, Jean's potential likely surpassed Raina's. Raina's strength lay in her exceptional control over her powers.
Having Raina as a teacher would be ideal Jean but she wasn't here.
The expression in Caesar's eyes grew complex as he thought of this. Despite his ti in this alternate reality, he couldn't help but miss the Marvel universe he originally belonged to.
Jean seed to sense Caesar's thoughts. She didn't say anything more, just widened her eyes and admired the scenery passing by.
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At a defense facility in Arica, an underground prison.
While most stayed upstairs waiting, Quicksilver alone infiltrated the prison. With his super-speed abilities, security asures and obstacles were insignificant. As for the countless caras, he simply avoided them when they weren't looking.
In the realm of powers, speed is unmatched.
Quicksilver encountered almost no resistance and even changed into a guard's uniform as he reached the lowest level where Magneto was imprisoned.
In this underground prison, everything, including the walls, was made of reinforced glass with no tal present, making it impossible to break through.
Standing before Magneto, Quicksilver used his lightning-fast movents to resonate with the glass cage, shattering it instantly.
Eric, dressed in prison garb, climbed out of the cage and looked at Quicksilver, frowning, "Who are you, and why are you here to rescue ?"
"To race soone," Quicksilver shrugged. "I promised to get you out of here."
Eric glanced at the prison's main gate, which was about to open, and quickly said, "You should know that once the glass cage is broken, a large number of guards will co here. Their handguns are made of plastic, and I can't handle them."
"I know," Quicksilver smirked and moved behind Eric, supporting him by the waist and the back of his head.
As the prison doors slowly opened, and several guards with special weapons appeared, Quicksilver and Eric vanished in an instant. The next mont, they were already in the underground elevator, fifty ters away.
Eric, stunned, leaned against the elevator, feeling a bit dizzy.
"That's the aftereffect of high-speed movent. You're doing pretty well," Quicksilver shrugged and said casually. "I heard your power is magnetic control. By the way, my mom once slept with a guy who could control tal."
(The End of This Chapter)
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