When talking about Magneto's children, Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver absolutely can't be ignored.
Of course, due to copyright issues, Wanda and Pietro in the Marvel Cinematic Universe have nothing to do with Old Magneto.
In the X-Men World there's also a Quicksilver—Peter Maximoff—whose abilities are Worlds apart from the MCU's Pietro Maximoff.
Who hasn't rewatched that clip of the guy rocking a boombox and looking insanely cool?
So of course Fang Yuan wouldn't miss out on Quicksilver.
Ahem, it's more accurate to say he couldn't bear to see Erik separated from his flesh and blood.
In fact, when the X-Men learned Erik had a son, everyone was stunned.
"You have a son?" Charles stared at Erik in disbelief.
"I didn't know."
Erik's expression was practically begging everyone to let him explain.
He hurriedly sought confirmation from Fang Yuan: "There's no mistake, right?"
"The boy's last name is Maximoff."
"Seven years old, living in Washington."
Fang Yuan gave a brief introduction.
Erik froze. "Maximoff… it was her!"
"You actually have a son." Charles looked as if his entire worldview had shattered.
"That… happened before I met you." Erik, rarely, showed awkwardness in front of everyone.
Suddenly gaining a son was a shock even for the seasoned Magneto.
The other X-Men—Mystique, Hank, and the rest—were equally stunned.
Who would've thought the stern Erik had secretly fathered a child behind his teammates' backs?
Good thing the X-Men weren't an idol group; otherwise Erik's scandal would've dragged the whole team down.
"Fang, how did you find out?" Erik asked hurriedly.
"Xavier School enrollment census. The boy grew up in a single-parent home. He said his dad could control metal, so I ran a test." Fang Yuan spoke half-truths. "You know I picked up some high tech in other Worlds."
In truth, Quicksilver's invitation to Xavier School came after Fang Yuan sent someone to recruit him personally.
With Magneto now famous, Quicksilver's mother had long known where Erik was, but feared that if Erik discovered the boy he'd take him away, so at first she refused enrollment.
In the United States it's perfectly normal for a child not to know his father, and she wasn't worried the boy would miss a dad he'd never met.
But Fang Yuan's envoy was a pro, persuading the mother to enroll her newly super-powered son in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters by focusing on the child's education.
Though the sudden appearance of the boy caught Erik off guard, once it sank in he felt mostly joy.
After all, his family had died during the war; now he'd unexpectedly gained a new relative, and delight spilled across his face.
Next Fang Yuan personally took Erik, Charles, and Raven to Washington for a face-to-face with Quicksilver's mother.
The outcome was happy: though the mother no longer had feelings for Erik, she agreed to co-parent. Perhaps she'd already considered this the day she allowed Quicksilver to enroll.
Joint custody is pretty common in the States.
Anyway, no family tree could be messier than the one linking Butcher, Becca, Homelander, and Ryan.
From then on the X-Men gained an adorable little mascot.
As the first second-generation super-child, he was doted on and fussed over by everyone.
Charles and Raven treated him like their nephew; Hank built tiny gadgets for him; Alex took him adventuring, and Banshee flew him through the sky.
Even Fang Yuan couldn't resist crafting a custom mini Iron Man Suit to keep the newly powered kid from hurting himself.
This World's Quicksilver was on a completely different life path from the original storyline.
"Sigh, I'm really racking up merit points."
Every time he saw Quicksilver and Erik enjoying each other's company, Fang Yuan couldn't help sighing.
Without him, Quicksilver would've become a kleptomaniac punk.
And Erik would've watched his best buddy find love, returning home to loneliness no matter how high-profile he was outside.
So Fang Yuan could almost hear the notification: Merit +100.
Of course, he conveniently ignored the simultaneous −1,000,000.
"The deaths in the South Vietnam war have nothing to do with me, Fang Yuan."
"Everyone split the money; I only took a small share—why should I carry the blame alone?"
If anyone's merit is to be docked, dock Kennedy's first—he's the President."
Fang Yuan spoke with righteous indignation.
Kennedy's re-election campaign went smoothly; the Camelot legend continued. In the election year he finally pushed through a new Civil Rights Act, winning massive support from minorities.
After re-election Kennedy rolled out many policies favoring Vought Corporation: superheroes received certain immunities while in action, Awakened under Vought's oversight could enter key official posts, and so on.
Kennedy could see these measures would make Vought harder to control, but whenever he tried to object Fang Yuan had one sentence—
"I've got a serum that can turn Black people White. Keep yapping and I'll drop your approval rating thirty points in minutes."
Kennedy shut up at once; for a President, approval is power, and he didn't dare cross Fang Yuan.
Kennedy knew exactly what African-Americans were like. No matter how loudly they clamored now, if they could become white, the ones who would oppress blacks the most would be these very former brothers.
And Kennedy understood even more clearly that stopping it alone was useless; Vought's international membership was ballooning, and Fang Yuan's voice in official circles carried ever-greater weight.
It wasn't one President who had chosen Vought—it was the majority of the nation's interest groups, together, who had chosen Vought.
After all, following Vought meant making money and gaining life—who could refuse that?
Although only Vought could run the Superhero business itself, Fang Yuan generously ceded the ancillary industries to other powers.
That's why products like Beast-brand shampoo and Banshee-brand throat lozenges now fill every street-corner store; pay a small fee, get a Superhero brand license, and every cent of profit is yours.
It's practically free money.
Well—Vought had already become the X-Men World's version of 'Antarctic Ren' or 'Philips'.
There's no way around it: selling brand labels is easier than running your own factories, and from a marketing standpoint it spreads fame faster.
But that's just pocket change; Vought Industries, Vought Technology, and Atlas Military are where the real fortunes are made.
Right—because Fang Yuan never hid it, every elite knew Atlas Military was a joint venture between Fang Yuan and President Kennedy; no wonder so many new technologies kept appearing.
Far from being targeted, Atlas Military grew even faster.
As long as you're an international Vought member, you can profit alongside Vought—whether in high tech or defense, everyone gets a slice.
Who could resist?
But there's one condition: only Vought International members enjoy these benefits.
And the annual spending requirement for membership is anything but low.
So in essence the money still flows back to Vought; members are just working for Fang Yuan in the end.
Yet the members also gain health and longevity—Fang Yuan is simply too kind.
Kennedy's presidency lasted until January 1969; the Constitution limits a person to two terms, so he retired with honor.
Under his protection Vought became a true behemoth; the black-ops Vought of 2018 never secured official support, but Fang Yuan's All Heavens Vought gained it back in the sixties.
With Vought's praise, Kennedy remained the most popular President ever after leaving office; the two sides elevated each other.
Kennedy's successor was Beth Johnson.
The same man who had secretly colluded with Shaw and later tried to make trouble for Vought.
He rose because Kennedy's closeness to Vought had become excessive; the conglomerates therefore let Beth—once at odds with Vought—take the stage.
They were making money with Vought, yet still wanted to curb it—standard maneuvering.
By constantly causing Vought headaches, they ensured Vought needed them even more; conglomerates are shrewd operators.
What nobody realized was that Beth's ascension hinged on accepting the Longevity Serum offered by Fang Yuan.
Presidents routinely undergo official psychiatric screening to rule out mental control.
But that process only blocks super-power influence, not the power of money.
And Fang Yuan didn't just use money—he offered lifespan itself.
Beth's choice was obvious.
Yet once in office, Fang Yuan didn't ask him to keep backing Vought; he was to be a normal President.
With Vought's momentum unstoppable, there was no need to reveal trump cards so soon.
Besides, the World of magic was far more enticing.
Several years passed; Beth, seeking re-election, finally decided to end the decade-long Vietnam War, winning widespread support and securing a second term.
On January 20, 1973, shortly after beginning that second term, the Paris Agreement that would pull the U.S. out of the war was to be signed on the 27th.
Four days before the signing, in a luxury hotel suite in New York, a man with a broad, muscular chest slowly opened his eyes.
His most striking feature was his hair: thick black locks styled into two sharp peaks like animal ears.
He walked to the window, drew the curtains, and immediately cried out in shock.
"Damn it—they actually pulled it off!"
Knock-knock-knock!
A rapid knocking came at the door; it swung open, and a chubby white man tossed in a suit, urging, "Logan, get up—we're late!"
"What was I doing in 1973?"
Logan racked his brain but drew a blank; unclear of the situation, he followed the man outside, planning to figure things out later.
Yet the moment they reached the lobby, Logan froze.
A giant poster stood there—bearing his own likeness—and it read—
Wolverine New Book Signing!
Logan gaped, and after a long pause managed a single sentence.
"What… the f**k!"
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