Stryker's face was twisted with rage, veins bulging. He suppressed the trembling in his chest, his voice hoarse with terror and despair: "Who exactly are you?!"
Dominic stood before Stryker, the heat rays behind him kicking up dust, the broken machinery and scorched wreckage making his figure appear even more imposing. He slowly lowered his head, eyes narrowed slightly, his voice low but like a sharp blade in winter: "Who I am is not important. What's important is that I am the one standing above, looking down upon you. I am the embodiment of power, the enforcer of rules, and you are merely dust crushed by history."
Stryker gritted his teeth, a final viciousness in his eyes, and he pointed a finger at Dominic's chest: "This time, you won, but don't think this is over. You assassinated the President, igniting the anger of the entire nation. Mutants will be completely eradicated sooner or later!"
Dominic smiled slightly, a smile utterly devoid of warmth. He raised a hand, and Stryker's words abruptly stopped. Dominic took a step forward, his voice so low it sounded like a judgment from hell: "Assassinate the President? Don't use such foolish lies to deflect. True power doesn't need to hide behind lies. I have power, and you only have excuses. The weak like to use systems and morality to restrain the strong because they are afraid to face their own incompetence."
His eyes suddenly changed, a fiery red light flashing through them. The ground beneath his feet instantly cracked open with a roar, debris flying up, his aura spreading outwards like a tangible force. Stryker's body trembled violently, his legs gave out, and he fell to his knees, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He clutched his chest, as if being compressed by an invisible force, unable to breathe. He opened his mouth, but only disjointed whispers came out: "You... you're crazy... you... impossible... to become the hope of the people..."
Dominic looked down at him, his voice low, yet seemingly legislating for the World: "People? Hope? These words sound beautiful, but they are only used to conceal one's weakness. I don't need to become hope, I only need to become order. True peace is not a game of democracy, but a result determined by power."
Stryker raised his head, his face pale but with a hint of mockery: "And you? Is your power right? By what right do you make judgments? How are you nobler than us 'weak mortals'?"
Dominic's gaze turned slightly cold, the gravel beneath his feet instantly turning to dust, the red light flickering in his eyes again. Just as he was about to speak, the sound of footsteps and rushing air from a distance interrupted him.
A group of figures rushed over from the direction of the academy. Professor X sat in his wheelchair, surrounded by Storm, Cyclops, Jean Grey, and Logan. Many Mutant students who had witnessed everything also gathered around, their eyes filled with shock and fear.
Deadpool leaned against a discarded armored vehicle in the distance, legs crossed, muttering to himself in a leisurely tone: "Wow, is Dominic really shooting a promo video for 'The Killing Game'? Oh, wait, he's not playing Superman, is he? Hey Venom, do these parts look tasty?"
Venom chewed on a mechanical arm of unknown origin, not lifting his head: "Shut up, I'm enjoying my meal."
Professor X slowly moved forward, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Dominic and Stryker. He raised one hand, signaling the others to stop, then looked directly at Dominic, a hint of pleading in his tone: "Dominic, that's enough. This isn't what you want, nor is it the outcome we want."
Dominic didn't respond immediately, his gaze shifting from the kneeling Stryker to the timid Mutant students around them. His eyes flickered, then he raised his hand, the red light slowly dissipated, and the entire battlefield fell into a brief silence once more.
Stryker knelt in the ruins, his face covered in cold sweat but forcing out a trace of cunning smile. He took a deep breath, raised his head to look at Professor X, his voice low but carrying a weight that was hard to ignore: "Professor Xavier, you know better than anyone that we cannot let the relationship between humans and Mutants deteriorate further. The President is alive, but if I die here, public opinion will lean towards believing that Mutants attacked humans. You know what that means—an irreversible war."
Professor X's brows furrowed slightly, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. He quietly watched Stryker, contemplating his words. Seeing this, a calculating light flashed in Stryker's eyes, and he continued: "You don't like me, I know. But my existence maintains a delicate balance. Mutants need time to prove they can coexist peacefully with humans, not be seen as Terrorists. Kill me, and all of this will collapse."
"You can't deny this, Professor." Stryker's words were like a hammer, heavily striking everyone's hearts. His tone softened slightly, but became more persuasive: "Do you want those extremists to succeed? Do you want your years of effort to be ruined?"
The extremists mentioned here clearly pointed to Magneto, and now Dominic.
Professor X pursed his lips, a look of deep worry on his face. He slowly said: "I don't agree with your methods, but I also don't want Mutants to lose everything because of you."
"So..." Stryker seized the opportunity, his voice carrying a hint of triumph: "Let me go. This is not just for me, but for your future."
The air froze for a moment. Just as Professor X's gaze softened, a red light suddenly streaked across the sky.
The heat rays shot straight towards Stryker like the judgment of an enraged god, piercing through his chest, blood splattering. His body instantly stiffened, his eyes still holding the words he hadn't finished and unbelievable terror. Then, Stryker's body crashed to the ground.
Time seemed to stand still, everyone was stunned. The students around them let out gasps of surprise, some retreated in fear, others stood rooted to the spot, looking uneasy.
"You—" Cyclops was the first to recover, glaring at Dominic, his voice filled with fury: "You shouldn't have done that! He was no longer a threat, why did you kill him!"
Storm's gaze was as sharp as a blade, thunderous rage almost bursting from her eyes: "This is cold-blooded murder! You don't care about peace at all, only about your own rules!"
Dominic turned around, the expression on his face chillingly calm. His eyes swept over everyone, carrying disdain and absolute confidence: "Peace?" He sneered, "Do you really think Stryker would stop his schemes? He was a tumor; keeping him would only slow everything down. He was a threat alive; killing him is the real solution."
"You're insane!" Jean Grey's voice trembled slightly with anger, "Doing this will only put all of us in greater danger!"
Dominic slowly raised his hand, pointing at Stryker's still-smoking corpse on the ground, his tone filled with unconcealed mockery: "This man? Danger? Don't be naive. He would only cause more innocent people to pay for his ambition if he were alive. I won't give him a chance, and I won't give your peaceful fairy tale a chance either."
Professor X's face turned pale, his gaze mixed with anger and disappointment. He slowly said: "Dominic, this is not what you should do. Using violence to solve problems will only cause more people to be hurt. What's the difference between you and Stryker?"
Dominic's gaze grew even colder. He slowly walked closer to Professor X, his voice low and powerful: "My difference? It's simple. My power doesn't need to be disguised as justice. I won't use peace as an excuse to hide my weakness, nor will I be constrained by your ideals. Power is the rule. I act without needing your approval."
In the distance, Deadpool was sprawled on a rock, his mouth full of popcorn he'd pulled out from somewhere, a teasing smile on his face. He patted Venom's shoulder: "See? The climax of the drama, the hero's choice. It's like watching a superhero reality show, and you don't even have to pay."
Venom glanced at him, licking the black residue from the corner of his mouth: "You're noisy. Can you shut up?"
"Shut up? Impossible!" Deadpool laughed and stood up, pointing at the people in the standoff: "This is a big show! Will our little Logan choose the right side? Place your bets, Venom, I bet five bucks he chooses to side with Dominic."
Venom snorted disdainfully, ignoring Deadpool. His gaze turned to the scene, seemingly waiting for Logan's next move.
Logan took a deep breath, his eyes sweeping over everyone, finally landing on Jean. Jean gave him an encouraging smile, which intensified the struggle within him. He finally chose to close his eyes and said in a low voice: "This is not my fight."
Dominic smiled, a hint of victory flashing in his eyes. He turned and left, leaving everyone standing rooted to the spot, processing the inconclusive confrontation.
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