[94] : Charles' Purpose

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"Is that so... That's what you believe."

Charles pondered Roger's words.

Roger pushed him as they stopped walking. He turned to Charles and said:

"Although they may look the same on the outside, their races are now different. Mutants used to be hidden in the shadows, unknown to the world. But now, mutants have stepped into the light and are known to humans.

"For a short time, perhaps due to Mystique's influence, humans and mutants may live in peace. But eventually, there will be conflict between the two races.

"Especially when mutants capable of world-ending destruction emerge."

"Like Apocalypse?"

"Exactly. And also..."

Roger glanced back at the Mutant Academy behind him, as if his gaze pierced through the walls, seeing Jean Grey inside, partying with Scott.

Mutants are categorized into five levels. An Alpha-level mutant is equivalent to a level four, while the Omega-level is level five.

There are many level-four mutants, including Magneto and Professor X. Roger wasn't sure about Apocalypse, but he probably wasn't Omega-level.

In the entire cinematic world, Jean Grey seems to be the only one capable of reaching the Omega level.

She is the most powerful mutant in history. Some even say that if Jean hadn't died in the future, the Sentinels would never have pushed mutants to the brink of extinction.

When Roger referred to a mutant powerful enough to destroy the world, he was talking about Jean Grey.

Charles noticed Roger's gaze and knew who he was looking at.

"Jean won't turn into someone like Apocalypse, I promise."

For reasons unknown, Charles assured Roger with those words.

Roger responded, "I know she won't. But others don't know that. Humans don't know that. All they'll see is that Jean Grey's power is overwhelming, too much for humanity to handle."

"We'll protect her."

"Are you sure it won't be her protecting you in the future?"

Roger half-jokingly said.

Charles smiled helplessly and replied, "I know she'll grow into someone that powerful, but before that happens, I hope I can find them a proper home."

"Hmm, so that's your goal?"

Now that the conversation had reached this point, Charles finally revealed his true purpose. But before he could speak, Roger interrupted:

"I know why you came to me today. You want to use me to find a suitable world for mutants, a place where they can survive, right?"

"Can you do that?"

Charles countered.

Roger looked toward the lake and softly answered:

"I'm not sure. Maybe one day I'll find such a world. Maybe I won't. But I have a question for you, Charles."

"What question?"

"Why should I help you?"

"..."

"I'm not a mutant. I don't belong to this world. I have no connection to your world. I have no responsibility or obligation to help mutants leave this world. So, Charles, answer me. Why should I help you?"

Roger asked Charles seriously.

Charles responded:

"Because when you first arrived here, you helped those people in Egypt..."

"So what?"

Roger questioned again.

Indeed, when Roger first arrived in this world, he had strived to help the people of Egypt, preventing their deaths.

From that perspective, Roger appeared to be a selfless hero, willing to fight for innocent lives.

But the truth was, Roger wasn't truly selfless.

Even when he saved those people in Cairo, it was out of a selfish desire to make himself feel better.

Moreover, if Roger hadn't saved the people of Cairo, they would have died.

But if mutants don't leave this world, they won't necessarily die. In fact, it's likely that humans opposing mutants would be the ones to die.

Given that, why should Roger help Charles?

Charles couldn't find the words. Roger continued:

"Charles, there's a difference between helping and helping. I helped the people of Egypt because I wanted to. I thought if I didn't save them, they'd probably die at the hands of Apocalypse.

"But mutants… If I don't save them, will they die? No, right? The future is just the future, not the present. Besides, you've already reversed the future once. So even if you face another serious crisis, you can save yourselves. Given all that, why should I help you?"

Roger's words may have been cold, but they reflected his truest thoughts.

He was willing to save people, and rescuing the innocent brought him joy. It was a way of pleasing himself, so he was willing to do it.

But that didn't mean others could demand that he save people. That would be moral coercion, and Roger refused to be morally coerced.

Perhaps realizing his request was unreasonable, Charles didn't say anything further. With a tone tinged with apology, he said:

"Sorry, I didn't think it through properly. But I never intended to force you into anything..."

"I know. You're just worried about the future of mutants. I can promise you this: If one day in the future, mutants face extinction and have no choice but to flee this world, I'll help them find a new home. But I may not help you for free."

"That's fine. Everything comes with a price. I understand."

Charles smiled as he spoke.

Upon learning that Roger came from a parallel world, Charles had harbored the idea of borrowing Roger's power to find a new home for mutants.

After observing Roger for a day and confirming that he wasn't someone with ulterior motives, Charles approached him to discuss this matter.

Although Roger didn't agree to Charles' request, Charles wasn't disappointed.

As long as Roger remembered the mutants and would check on them in the future, Charles' goal was achieved.

The conversation between Charles and Roger was pleasant. Once the serious topic was over, they moved on to lighter subjects.

They talked until late in the evening before Roger finally returned to his room to rest.

This time, no one came to disturb him, allowing Roger to stay in his room and contemplate his abilities in peace.

However, by this point, Roger didn't feel like pondering anything. He casually picked up a book, read for a bit, and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Roger was abruptly awakened by an explosion.

Boom!!

The explosion was deafening, causing the windows in his room to tremble, nearly shattering.

Roger instantly opened his eyes, jumping out of bed. His nano-suit deployed in less than a second.

He quickly flew toward the source of the noise.

The explosion had come from underground, more specifically, from the training base below. Roger was worried that something had happened in the underground base, perhaps even that Apocalypse had already launched an attack.

However, when Roger arrived at the scene, he found that the explosion had nothing to do with Apocalypse. Quicksilver, Pietro, who had arrived first, was already standing at the entrance to the training base, hesitating whether to go in.

"What happened?"

Roger asked Pietro, who had arrived ahead of him.

Pietro shrugged and answered:

"I don't know. I just got here. And… the door's locked. I can't get in."

As the two spoke, others from the academy began to gather.

Mystique, Raven, and Charles arrived together. Seeing Roger and Pietro at the entrance, Charles scanned the area and asked the same question Roger had:

"What's going on? What happened here?"

"Not sure yet. Let me take a look."

Still groggy from sleep, Roger rubbed his head. Maybe because he wasn't fully awake, he had forgotten to use his X-ray vision earlier. It wasn't until now that he realized he should've checked before asking.

There was no barrier preventing Roger from using his X-ray vision to see into the underground base. He could easily view any part of the X Academy. But instead, he had been standing around like an idiot, asking questions.

Just as Roger was about to use his X-ray vision, the facility door opened from the inside. Beast, Hank, emerged covered in dust, waving his hand at the group:

"It's fine... Everything's fine. It was just an equipment explosion... It's under control now."

"An equipment explosion?"

Charles gave Hank a puzzled look.

Most of the high-tech devices at the X Academy were Hank's creations. While some of Hank's inventions were occasionally impractical, they were at least safe. Incidents like this were very rare.

Just as Charles was about to ask more questions, Alex stepped out of the room, wearing what looked like armor with a special focusing device in the center of his chest.

As he emerged, he explained to everyone:

"Charles, don't make a big deal out of it. I asked Hank to design some gear to enhance my powers. We were just testing it, and I accidentally blew something up."

"Yeah, and lucky for you, it was just a piece of equipment and not the new jet's fuel tank, or you'd have taken the whole academy with you!"

Hank added sarcastically.

Fortunately, Hank had quickly redirected Alex's blast, or else the X Academy might have literally gone up in flames.

"So, what exactly happened?"

Hearing how dangerous the situation had been, Charles' expression grew stern. He gave Hank and Alex a hard look, signaling that if they didn't explain everything clearly, they'd be in serious trouble.

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