The air below suddenly quieted down, and an invisible pressure swept in from afar. All the surrounding Mutants immediately made way. Storm and Cyclops slowly walked into the arena, their gazes sweeping over the still smoking ring and Sharkroad, who lay on the ground as if he had been cooked.
Storm raised her eyebrows and quietly mumbled, "Oh my, he looks like a fish about to be steamed." Her tone was full of teasing, but she still maintained her usual elegance.
Cyclops chuckled lightly and nodded, "Yeah, and he almost got lemon slices too." A faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
Dominic's eyes were still cold. Seeing the two approach, he stopped what he was doing and said coldly, "What do you want?"
This sentence was like a great pardon for the Ocean Alliance members. They quickly stepped forward to help Sharkroad up, moving so quickly as if afraid Dominic would go back on his word the next second. The group retreated without a word, backing away repeatedly, and finally disappearing directly from the arena.
Cyclops watched this scene and couldn't help but laugh out loud. He looked at Dominic with a hint of amusement and a slightly teasing tone, "Your attitude really makes me nostalgic. Young and arrogant, afraid of nothing. I used this tone a lot more than you used to."
Dominic didn't answer, only showing a hint of impatience in his eyes, clearly not interested in this unnecessary conversation.
Storm, however, didn't mind. She stepped forward, slightly raised her chin, and looked directly at Dominic, "You can obtain an A-level Mutant ranking. But I need to know, what is your name?"
Dominic's eyes flickered slightly. After a moment, he responded coldly, "Dominic."
Storm nodded, her gaze holding a mix of appreciation and probing. Cyclops suddenly spoke up at this point, still smiling, "I like your rays, clean, sharp, and full of power. We can fight alongside each other in the future—if you're willing."
Dominic didn't respond, just glanced at him indifferently, his gaze calm yet profound, as if he could see through Cyclops's intentions at a glance.
Storm didn't let the atmosphere remain stiff. She spoke again, her tone calm but with an irresistible authority, "Come with me. With your strength, you are qualified to know some things and qualified to stand in a higher place."
Dominic didn't say anything, just slightly raised his chin, gesturing for her to lead the way. Cyclops and Storm exchanged glances, then turned and walked towards the arena exit together. Dominic stepped forward, following closely, his back appearing aloof and cold.
Storm's office was spacious and solemn, its walls covered with various paintings related to Mutant history, each carrying a heavy historical atmosphere. She sat behind her desk, her fingers tapping lightly on the surface, her gaze thoughtful. Cyclops leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his expression more serious than it had been in the arena earlier.
Dominic sat casually in a chair, leaning back slightly, his expression showing a hint of nonchalance, but his eyes held a sharp light, clearly indicating his interest in the upcoming topic.
Storm was about to speak when Cyclops noticed a hint of a smile on Dominic's lips first. He shrugged and said directly, "Hey, don't make everything about Magneto. This time, it has nothing to do with our 'President,' and of course, that includes him."
Dominic raised an eyebrow, a playful smile appearing in his eyes. He raised his hand in a "please continue" gesture and responded in a relaxed tone, "I'm all ears."
Storm adjusted her posture, looking directly at Dominic, her tone slow but heavy, "Since you've already shown your strength at the registration center, you should know some things you can't avoid."
She paused slightly, then raised her hand and pressed a button next to the desk. A virtual screen rose from the center of the desk. The screen displayed a deep view of the Universe, where a figure could vaguely be seen emerging from the darkness. It was a tall and blurred figure, with endless stars behind him, holding a strangely shaped long sword. Black flowing light, as if capable of swallowing light, flowed on the blade.
Storm said in a low voice, "His name is Gel the god Butcher."
The image on the screen slowly zoomed in, Gel's figure becoming clearer. His eyes were cold and emotionless, and he exuded a unique sense of loneliness, yet also a strong threat.
Cyclops looked up, his tone colder than usual, "This guy is planning to invade Earth. You might ask, why target us?"
Storm took over the conversation, her gaze slightly lowered, her tone filled with indescribable worry, "Because for him, we Mutants are no longer just lives, but potential threats. He considers us 'false gods'—possessing the power of gods, but without the responsibility and greatness of gods."
Dominic narrowed his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of doubt, "False gods?"
Storm nodded and continued to explain, "Gel's philosophy is that any being with 'divine power' must create miracles for the World, otherwise they have no reason to exist. He sees the abilities of Mutants as touching the realm of gods, but he looks down on us because we are only using these abilities to fight for our own survival."
Cyclops snorted coldly, anger appearing in his eyes, "To be more direct, this madman wants to kill all the Mutants on Earth. His plan is simple and thorough."
Storm continued, "The'Sword of the Dead' in Gel's hand is a special artifact. It can not only easily kill powerful life forms but also absorb the power and energy of those killed. So far, he has slaughtered no less than a hundred gods in the Universe, some of whom were even Guardians of interstellar civilizations."
The screen image switched, showing the remnants of several destroyed Planets. The surface of the Planets was covered with cracks and huge sword marks. Storm's tone was low and full of pressure, "If we don't stop him, he will turn Earth into one of these ruins using the same methods. He is already moving towards Earth."
The entire room fell into silence, only the flickering images on the screen adding a dynamic sense of oppression to the air.
Dominic sat in the chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, his eyes not leaving the screen. He said in a low voice, "So, you mean I have to be involved?"
Cyclops smiled slightly, his tone carrying a hint of teasing, "It seems you are a smart person."
Storm's gaze became firm, "This is not our request of you, but the future we must face. If we cannot unite, then the Mutants on Earth—and even all life—will face destruction."
She stood up and walked in front of Dominic, meeting his gaze, "Now, are you willing to fight alongside us?"
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