Not only Magneto—
even Emil Blonsky, the Abomination, was watching Ryuuto's global broadcast.
He held his phone in one massive hand while striding through the dark streets, on his way to track down Deadpool.
To Emil, Deadpool was a deranged clown—but a useful one. The man had been cursed by Thanos himself, rendered immortal.
If Emil could somehow bring him under control, his new team of "Avengers" would become unstoppable.
He sneered at the glowing screen. "Enjoy your fifteen minutes, Red Mirage. Once I'm done, you'll be begging for mercy. Remember the name—Emil Blonsky, ruler of this damn world!"
He pocketed his phone, grin sharp as a blade, and disappeared into the shadows.
Inside Xavier's Office
The camera flickered.
Ryuuto sat behind Charles's old desk, posture calm but voice steady enough to shake nations.
"First of all," he began, polite yet unyielding, "I apologize for the forced broadcast.
But if I didn't take control of every signal tonight, the world would never hear the truth."
He folded his hands. "Today, the United States Department of Defense ordered armored troops to attack Axville Academy for the Gifted.
We defended ourselves—and yes, we eliminated those who invaded.
But they were not our true enemies. They were soldiers obeying orders, victims of those who sent them."
He paused, letting the weight of that statement sink in.
"Earlier, the government's spokesperson called mutants a global plague—
but that 'eradication' mission wasn't about safety.
It was about turning the public against us.
They wanted mutant blood to fuel their politics."
Across the country, military technicians frantically tried to kill the broadcast virus.
But Tony Stark—leaning against a console, holographic screens dancing around him—kept rewriting the source code faster than anyone could patch it.
The man was grinning. "Keep talking, kid. You've got the world's mic."
Ryuuto continued, voice rising:
"It's shameful for any government to deceive its own people.
They slaughter soldiers just to spark hatred—just so they can justify wiping us out.
But mutants are still human. We have parents, families, dreams.
Our gifts could make this world stronger, if only the fearful would let us.
Instead, the ruling class twists fear into profit and power.
They use your deaths as their victory banners."
He slammed a hand on the desk.
"Those thousand soldiers who died today? They each had families.
And the U.S. government just destroyed them all—
an unforgivable sin.
We, the X-Men, desire peace.
But if the government refuses to live in peace—then we'll meet them on the battlefield."
He pointed at the camera.
"Our fight is with tyrants, not civilians.
We will defend those who seek coexistence—mutant or human.
And let this be clear—we have no alliance with Magneto.
If he dares to harm innocents, the X-Men will treat him as an enemy too!"
Then Ryuuto raised his middle finger toward the lens and declared coldly,
"The X-Men will wipe out every force that stands against peace between mutants and mankind."
He shot Tony a glance.
Tony nodded—feed terminated.
Applause filled the room.
After the Broadcast
Jean couldn't hide her grin. "Honestly, I thought you'd declare war on humanity itself.
But that speech… that was leadership, Ryuuto. You've grown up."
Ryuuto smirked. "You're calling me 'little brother' again?"
Jean tilted her head, teasingly oblivious. "What? You're not that little anymore. You're practically… big and great now."
Natasha's eyebrow twitched. She understood exactly what Jean had just said—and instantly regretted being the one who caught it.
Her eyes flicked down, then away, and she sighed. Susan's already dating him. Don't even think about it, Nat.
Ryuuto looked at them all.
"I never wanted to be the world's enemy," he said quietly. "But if I did take that path, only two futures exist.
Either I enslave everyone like an Egyptian pharaoh… or I erase them all until only obedience remains.
Neither is a world I want."
Wolverine stepped in, claws glinting. "There's a third option, bub. You fail—and die trying."
Ryuuto grinned. "Can't happen. Not anymore. I've got a regeneration factor just like yours."
"Oh yeah?" Wolverine raised a brow. "Wanna test that theory?"
With a metallic snikt, his claws extended—shimmering under the light.