⚡️CH 34: What do YOU see?

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[The_Equisite_One, DROPPED A REVIEW]

+1 BONUS CHAPTER

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" I mostly see followers. People, mutants, meta-humans, superpowered individuals, or just individuals in general, tend to follow.

Either a system, design, someone, or something. That system, design, someone, or something is usually based upon the ruler's will.

If the ruler gave metas the same or greater privileges than the rich and ensured that any family who births a meta or awakens one would also rise through the ranks, what would happen?

Naturally, there are other factors, but I'm sure you understand."

Shocked at the revelation, Mystique wondered why she hadn't thought of such a thing.

"Why is Charles so fixated on being accepted by humans and Erik stuck on meta supremacy?" Mystique asked more to herself than to Zaylifer.

"The answer to that is the same as why most can't think of what I suggested. You, Charles, and Erik are all following the design, yet this design has an easy way out."

"How?" Mystique asked.

"Leave," Zaylifer answered.

"Leave those who don't accept you and leave the land that seeks to harm you. People with power such as Charles and Erik are capable of creating a meta nation.

A land for metas. If humans wish to reside there, so be it, but a meta will never feel as ostracized, afraid, or alone as they do now."

"You're right, but why are you telling me all of this?" Mystique probed, finding the man before her who seemed all-knowing increasingly more mysterious.

"Don't you remember?" Zaylifer asked with a slight chuckle.

"Remember what?" said the confused Mystique.

"I see you have a bad memory," Zaylifer said with a serious face that quickly turned into a playful smile. "Alright, I'll tell you, but it's a secret now and I have a condition," Zaylifer added.

"What's the condition?" Mystique asked, completely caught up in Zaylifer's pace.

"I want to know the real you." As soon as Zaylifer finished his sentence, the Mystique before him completely changed.

Flawless dark blue skin, thin waist, curvy figure, beautiful eyes, athletic build, and shoulder-length red hair.

"I meant your name. What's your real name?" Zaylifer asked, still smiling, not the least bothered by the blue-skinned and slightly embarrassed beauty.

"Raven Darkhölme."

"Well, Raven, it's lovely to meet you," said Zaylifer with a genuine smile. "Come, let's head back," Zaylifer continued as he pulled Raven closer, and with a roar of thunder, they were gone.

As they appeared in the sky still cloaked in lightning, Zaylifer immediately felt the oncoming combustion of flame and the speeding Peter about to arrive.

Descending to the ground, Zaylifer gently placed Raven down a safe distance from the blast range (debris included).

The world already slowed to a thousand times a snail's crawl. Seemingly becane a lot slower as the lightning around Zaylifer surged.

Instantly expelling ions at an alarmingly fast rate, Zaylifer blurred out of reality, vanishing from existence.

Before the explosion could even start...

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Until the next Light🌠