Marvel’s Superman

Happy times always passed quickly, and it was a few hours before Luke got dressed and evaporated the wet water from his desk.

A large cloud of clouds floated over, blocking the hot sun.

"Frankly speaking, Emma, ​​your excellent performance in this subject and your experience in operation are totally worthy of an A+!"

Luke leaned back on the comfortable leather chair and complimented: "You are an excellent student, not only with a wealth of theoretical knowledge, but also with excellent practical ability."

The White Queen smiled sweetly, and put on a tie for Mr. Principal obediently.

Then, after sorting out the messy clothes, he started talking about serious work.

Looking at the ruddy and refreshed White Queen, Luke couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Obviously after such a high-intensity exercise that consumes physical strength and intense emotions, the other party does not show any signs of fatigue.

This also confirms from the side that the relationship between men and women is like a cow and a field.

No matter how hard the cow works, the field will only become fertile and fertile.

Of course, Superman has no such troubles.

He is a never-tiring pile driver, ploughing the soil and sowing hard.

"You have to find teachers who are more patient and better suited for education."

The White Queen sat sideways, sitting on the edge of the desk, pulling the sweat-soaked blonde hair behind her head with both hands.

Women are always concerned about manners.

The White Queen, who was wearing her makeup, said while applying her foundation, "Our students are still children. In addition to an outstanding educational environment, they also need a good enough teacher."

"Are you implying that a certain pair of brothers are unqualified?"

Luke raised an eyebrow.

The teachers of the mutant academy must also use mutants.

This can maintain the independent operation of the academy and prevent it from being infiltrated by other forces.

It can also avoid creating a sense of belonging for those students, as if they came to a big family belonging to their compatriots, and there is no external barrier.

Charles would rather confess his mutant identity to his parents and sign up for the Talent Academy, mainly because he wants to find more compatriots.

The only problem is that not just anyone can do the job of a teacher.

The college currently offers several courses, among which the compulsory courses include national languages, national history, social sciences and natural sciences.

Electives include arts, such as music and drama.

When students advance to the upper grades, there are more rigorous combat lessons.

Overall, the study pressure is not too big.

However, the vast majority of the mutant population awakens in adolescence.

Once the identity is exposed, it will be rejected and treated unfriendly by the outside world.

This prompted most of the mutants to fail to survive their teenage years.

The White Queen herself, for example, is a clear example.

She ran away from home without finishing her college courses and became a marginalized person in society.

If it weren't for his superior family background, outstanding ability, certain knowledge, and a good life, he would not have been appointed as the principal by Luke.

Brothers like saber-toothed tiger and Wolverine have been wandering all year round and have not received any systematic higher education.

In addition to "Majafak", it is "Shet" and "Bichi", which can be completely classified as illiterate.

Suddenly teaching someone else as a teacher naturally has many shortcomings.

"That's right."

The White Queen's expression was cold and seemed dissatisfied.

"Victor, the saber-toothed tiger, he's a gym teacher who ends up taking students to Chicago Bears and New York Giants football games! Last week, I even saw him blatantly drinking at school, in front of the students!"

"Wolverine Logan is even more extreme. As a history teacher, he not only swears in class, but also smokes cigars, making the school a mess."

The White Queen was indignant and wished to directly expel these two black sheep who had mixed into the teaching team.

"Just for a while."

Luke shrugged and transferred the saber-toothed tiger and Wolverine brothers to be teachers, which was also a stopgap measure.

"Also, your sister, Silver Fox Kayla, doesn't she do a good job and is very popular among students."

Hearing her sister's name, the White Queen's face softened.

In fact, she also has private emotions mixed in. The White Queen has never had a good face when it comes to Wolverine Logan who stole her sister.

Hate Wu and Wu, and even the saber-toothed tiger, enjoy the treatment of being rejected.

"When the college's work is on the right track, I will find a group of more suitable teachers."

As an honorary school director, Luke is still very concerned about the development of the Talent Academy.

In the mutant group, there are many people who want to live a peaceful life, and they can be recruited as teachers at that time.

The two continued to discuss for a while, and then it was time for afternoon tea.

Luke met Charles and Raven in the dining room, along with some other students.

Most of them are in the stage of 13-15 years old, some are signs of showing natural ability, some are already awakened.

However, genius prodigies with Alpha level and outstanding abilities like Charles are in the minority after all.

"They are the future."

Luke said contentedly.

If this mutant academy can gradually grow and enter the public eye.

In a few years, it can become the stronghold of the mutant group in North America.

They will flock to seek a stable life like the gold diggers during the Western Development Period.

"The future is theirs and ours."

The White Queen seems to have experienced the feeling of Sebastian Shaw, the feeling of being in power and being respected.

She is, in a sense, a leader of the mutant camp.

"Charles is in the bag, so where will Magneto be?"

Luke's thoughts diverged, his eyes looked through the window, across the emerald lawns and hills, to a very distant place.

...

...

After the end of World War II, according to the Yalta Agreement and the Potsdam Agreement, Germany was divided and occupied by the United States, Britain, France and the Soviet Union respectively.

The Allied Control Council, composed of the four countries, took over the country's supreme power.

It won't be long before the Western occupation zone will form the Federal Republic of Germany, and the Soviet occupation zone in the east will also form the German Democratic Republic.

Also known as "West Germany" and "East Germany".

In a few years, the famous Berlin Wall was built.

Germany, which once provoked World War I and World War II, was officially split into two sovereign states.

"Caliban, the man you're talking about is in Berlin?"

A tall figure shrouded in a long hood looked up at the devastated Berlin.

The city was ravaged by Allied bombers back and forth, and the surface of the moon was riddled with craters and ravines.

War is a cruel game in which the loser has nothing and the winner takes all.

According to the resolution made at the Yalta Conference, Germany at this time should compensate 20 billion US dollars.

Among them, 10 billion will be given to the Soviet Union, 8 billion will be given to the United States, and the remaining 2 billion will be distributed to other countries.

It was not until 2014, half a century later, that the German government paid off this huge "foreign debt".

"That's right, Lord Tianqi."

Caliban followed, his perception expanding to cover almost every corner of Berlin.

As long as it is a mutant, it is impossible to escape the search.

"As you may know, after the end of World War II, a mutant group called the Hellfire Club surfaced."

"Their leader is Sebastian Shaw, an Alpha-level mutant. I once took over the commission to find suitable compatriots for the other party."

"On the list provided by Shaw, there is a child named Eric Lanschel, who is an important "goods" he named by name."

"That child awakened his innate ability very early, he is a rare genius!"

Apocalypse walked forward while listening.

The streets of Berlin—that is, the empty spaces where the rubble was swept, were barely visible, like an empty city.

In World War II, Germany lost nearly seven million adult men, and the workforce was nearly exhausted.

A large number of captured German soldiers were sent to Siberia as coolies and died there.

In other words, most of the people still alive in Berlin are women and the elderly.

"Did you find him?"

Feeling the aura of war left on this land, Tianqi's eyes flashed.

In his opinion, human beings are such despicable, backward, arrogant and low-level creatures.

They are greedy, so they plunder.

They are arrogant and therefore blind.

They are short-sighted and therefore stupid.

therefore--

They need a great leader, a great god, a great...master!

That is the apocalypse!

"Found. The boy, he's nearby."

Caliban said, bending over.

These days, he has fully seen the strength of Apocalypse.

It is possible to upgrade the level of mutants casually and fill in the existing genetic defects.

And, even more terrifying!

Apocalypse has countless innate abilities, such as space transmission, energy projection, etc., which can be used with just a few gestures, completely breaking the restrictions on the level of mutants.

"I wonder if that kid will be the destined Four Horsemen."

Apocalypse held Caliban's shoulder, read the other's mind, and learned the exact location.

The space passage then opened, wrapping the two of them inside.

Almost in the blink of an eye, they crossed the distance of the city and appeared in front of a dirty child wearing a peaked cap.

"Eric Lanchel?"

Apocalypse looked at each other, his eyes reflected the child's face.

Holding a bag of bread, Eric is alert.

Thinking that these two guys wanted to rob, they used their abilities subconsciously.

The trash can in the alley, with the steel bars of cement, all the metal objects flew up and smashed to Tianqi.

"Don't worry, I'm here to help you, Eric."

Apocalypse said solemnly.

It was just a thought, and all the debris flying in the face was broken down into elementary particles.

"Magnetic... Your potential is much more than that, Eric."

Apocalypse's eyes brightened, as if he saw a gold mine that had not yet been excavated.

He stepped forward, his mind invaded the other's mind, and read those memories buried deep in his heart.

Eric showed pain, the bag of bread in his arms fell to the ground, he held his head in his hands, and knelt down slowly.

"Hate, hate, hate... Yes, that's it! Use anger to set the world on fire!"

Apocalypse stimulated the memory of the other party and mobilized the anger hidden in the bottom of my heart.

He found the first Four Horsemen!

ps: also~