Chapter 7 : Professor X!

Amidst this conflict, Carl didn't let it bother him. To him, the jealousy of a few children was trivial.

However, he noticed a subtle change in Clarice after the incident. 

For instance, when Carl settled back down, Clarice took out an earphone and offered it to him, saying, "West, do you want to listen together?"

Pausing momentarily at the sight of her expectant green eyes, Carl smiled and accepted the earphones.

As he placed the earphones in his ears, a piece of unfamiliar light music filled his senses, its rhythm soothing and ethereal, evoking the sensation of standing before a valley after rain.

Clarice's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "West, how does it sound?"

Carl nodded appreciatively. "Yes, Clarice, what's the name of this song?"

"This is called 'The Girl from Afar,' composed by the renowned British pianist, Stinkley..."

Undisturbed, Carl leisurely soaked up the sun until noon, then joined Clarice for lunch in the cafeteria.

After their meal and a brief rest, Carl returned to the library.

Clarice seemed occupied with something else in the afternoon and didn't accompany him.

In the library, Carl followed the catalog's guidance, selected several genetics and biology books from the shelves, and settled in a sunny spot.

He found the world's biology and genetics fascinating. If some of these theories could be realized, humanity might ascend to godhood in a single leap.

No, perhaps it's fair to say that some cases of success already existed.

Like Mutants.

The current formidable figures, Professor X and Magneto, could be deemed gods with their powers if they appeared in ancient times.

Furthermore, there were the immensely powerful Hulk and the Fantastic Four with their unique abilities, who would have been revered as Gods in ancient times as well.

Mutants were experiments by the gods from an unknown era, while the Hulk and the Fantastic Four were accidental byproducts of modern science.

Thus, Carl pondered: if he could control the evolution of Krypton cells and accelerate the absorption of solar energy, would it hasten strength enhancement?

Moreover, Bronze Age Superman had a vulnerability to low magical defense.

Though this vulnerability referred to potent magic that ordinary spells couldn't penetrate, it remained a weakness.

Hence, activating or integrating some X-gene abilities like absolute barriers, mental shields, or energy absorption could compensate for this weakness.

However, genetics delved into esoteric realms and encompassed vast scopes. Achieving immediate gains wasn't so straightforward.

After three hours of perusal, Carl closed the book with a slight headache, rubbing his temples.

In his past, he was simply a college student who had graduated with a degree in science, specializing in computer software. Entering the field of biology was not an easy endeavor for him.

"I didn't anticipate your interest in biology, West," spoke a gentle voice, as an old man in a wheelchair approached Carl with a smile, his eyes brimming with depth and wisdom.

"Professor," Carl exclaimed, surprised by the encounter.

Carl was no stranger to this exceptionally brilliant figure who played a significant role within the X-Men.

It was on the day of his admission that he first met Professor X.

Furthermore, he couldn't help but sense a formidable psychic presence emanating from Professor X—a majesty akin to an ocean, sending shivers down Carl's spine.

His mind went blank, devoid of any thoughts.

This ability was telepathy, the power to control.

It could effortlessly manipulate, erase, peruse, and even fabricate memories, exerting control over others.

At that moment, Professor X smiled gently, his eyes reflecting warmth as he said, "West, there's no need to be wary of me."

"While my ability is unique, I refrain from casually delving into others' minds under normal circumstances. Everyone deserves their privacy, unless, of course, they pose a threat to us."

Carl felt a pang of embarrassment and replied, "Professor, you've misunderstood. I hold you in high regard; why would I be on guard against you?"

Though it was true that he harbored a slight fear of Professor X's abilities, Carl was not one to admit it outright.

And while Professor X's telepathic prowess was formidable, Carl believed that his memories would remain safeguarded if the need arose, thanks to a system within him.

Professor X didn't dwell on the topic further, speaking mildly, "As the school's principal, it's my duty to address students' concerns and impart knowledge."

"However, it's regrettable that most students are engrossed in exploring their own mutant abilities, with only a few taking their studies seriously."

"Similar to you, West, there are fewer individuals engaging in quiet reading during rest periods."

"It appears that you have an interest in biology and genetics. Coincidentally, my research also revolves around genetic mutation. Feel free to reach out to me if you have any questions."

"Absolutely, even if it's not related to academics, you're welcome to approach me."

Despite his apprehension regarding Professor X's abilities, Carl couldn't deny the professor's remarkable achievements in the field of biology. He truly desired involvement in the realms of biology and genetics.

After a brief pause, he mustered the courage to seek guidance.

The questions posed by Carl stemmed from his recent reading and revolved around fundamental genetics. Despite this, the professor patiently provided answers.

Through this exchange, Carl gained a clearer understanding of genetics.

Upon concluding his inquiries, Professor X regarded him with a smile and gently inquired, "West, I still perceive some confusion in your expression. Is there something troubling you?"

"Professor, are you aware of Bernard and Clarice?" Carl queried, referencing the morning's events.

As the headmaster of the Mutant School, this powerful telepath had oversight of the entire institution.

Carl couldn't fathom anything escaping his notice.

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