"Someone's coming!"
"How many?"
"Just one."
"One person? A newcomer?"
Inside the camp, the mutants who received the message dropped what they were doing and curiously rushed to the entrance to see what was happening.
At that moment, the camp's gate slowly opened. Calling it a gate might be generous—it was really just the two hands of Ant-Man's corpse. As the hands parted, Azuma Shoyo stepped inside from beyond the entrance.
"Hello, everyone. I heard this place is a home for mutants, so I came to check it out," Azuma Shoyo said with a smile, greeting the mutants around him.
Despite their unfriendly expressions and the way they eyed him suspiciously.
Bang!
With a puff of red mist, a figure appeared in front of Azuma Shoyo. His skin was bright red, and a tail sprouted from his backside. He tilted his head, sizing Azuma Shoyo up.
This was Azazel, whose ability was teleportation. Each teleport came with a burst of red mist and a loud bang. He also had a longevity gene—rumor had it he'd lived for over a thousand years. The Western depiction of Satan was supposedly modeled after him, and he'd even witnessed Jesus's crucifixion firsthand.
"What are you here for?" Azazel asked, looking at Azuma Shoyo with interest. The young Asian man in front of him seemed intriguing.
Truth be told, Azazel's teleportation ability wasn't bad. The catch was its range—it was too short. It couldn't handle planet-to-planet jumps like a dimensional portal, let alone cross dimensions. That was out of the question entirely. For short distances, though, it was decent—but honestly, it wasn't much use to Azuma Shoyo.
His current speed exceeded 400 times the speed of sound. Flying from the Eastern Hemisphere to the Western Hemisphere took him just over ten seconds. Unless Azazel's teleportation could cover much greater distances, it was pretty much useless to him.
"I'm here to join you guys! I heard this place welcomes people with special abilities like me," Azuma Shoyo said with a grin.
Bang!
A hulking figure leapt down from a second-story platform. He wore a thick helmet, his body rippling with muscle, and he stood over six feet tall—probably closer to six-foot-three.
This was Juggernaut, one of Azuma Shoyo's potential targets. Unlike the Juggernaut from Deadpool 2, this one looked more like a normal human. The Deadpool 2 version was a true tank, built like he'd stepped out of the One Piece world.
"We only take people who've got real skills. What's your ability?" Juggernaut asked in a deep, rumbling voice.
"My ability?" Azuma Shoyo grinned. In the next instant, twin beams of heat vision shot from his eyes. With a deafening boom, he blasted apart a bone at the top of the camp.
As the red glow faded from his eyes, Azuma Shoyo looked at Juggernaut and said, "How's that? Good enough to join you?"
His plan was simple: infiltrate the camp and get close to Cassandra Nova. Unlike Professor X, who could read minds from a distance, Cassandra Nova needed physical contact to access someone's thoughts. The moment she touched him—whether to read his mind or just shake his hand—Azuma Shoyo could instantly extract the most useful entry from her. That was the strategy.
And while he was at it, he'd check Juggernaut's entries too. If he found the one he wanted, he'd extract it without hesitation. If not, he'd scratch Juggernaut off his list of options.
"What do you think?" Azazel turned to Juggernaut, asking for his opinion.
"Not bad. Are you Cyclops? An Asian Scott Summers or something?" Juggernaut's deep voice rumbled as he curiously questioned Azuma Shoyo's identity.
"Nope, I'm not Scott, and this isn't optic blasts," Azuma Shoyo said with a chuckle. "So, am I welcome to join?"
Juggernaut and Azazel exchanged a glance, then looked toward the depths of the camp—toward the head of the dead Ant-Man. At that moment, the helmet of Ant-Man's suit slowly opened, revealing the massive, withered yellow skull inside.
Say what you will, the sight was pretty impressive.
As dust swirled in the air, the silhouette of a figure in a wheelchair emerged.
Azuma Shoyo looked over curiously.
Everyone in the camp turned their attention toward the figure, saluting the arrival of their leader—the most powerful mutant in this Void.
From the cloud of dust stepped a woman in a mustard-yellow trench coat. She was bald, with sharp, piercing eyes. Beneath her was a metal wheelchair—one that looked awfully familiar.
That's right—it was Professor X's wheelchair. Or at least a version of it from some point in time.
Then, in the next second, the bald woman stood up from the chair.
So, she wasn't paralyzed after all.
"Welcome!" Cassandra Nova called out, spreading her arms wide with a smile. "Today, we have a new brother joining us!"
"She's your boss?" Azuma Shoyo asked Juggernaut, who stood in front of him.
"The boss doesn't like chatterboxes. You'd better keep quiet," Juggernaut replied. Surprisingly, he was kind enough to offer the warning.
Azuma Shoyo flashed him a smile, then turned his attention to Cassandra Nova as she descended the steps.
This woman…
Sorry, but he couldn't shake the feeling she was cosplaying as the Ancient One. The bald head, the outfit—it had about sixty or seventy percent of the Ancient One's vibe.
Was Cassandra Nova secretly an otaku who loved cosplay? She'd just done a Professor X impression with the wheelchair, and now her hairstyle and clothes screamed Ancient One. If she put on a helmet and floated in the air, she could pull off a Magneto cosplay too!
Oh, right—Azuma Shoyo remembered that the resistance groups in the movies had mentioned Magneto. Apparently, he was already dead. What a shame. Azuma Shoyo had really liked Magneto's abilities.
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