CHAPTER 8 : Charles Xavier

Killian had never seen a skill tree as vast as this one. The numerous options made him nervous, as his system, although overpowered, had a flaw: he could only copy someone's ability once. This meant he had to choose one of Howard's skills wisely.

Killian chose [Genius-level intellect], which made sense, as intelligence was crucial in the world of power. As he made his selection, his head began to hurt, and a new sensation stimulated his brain. His blood boiled, and he felt dizzy, but the pain was less intense than before. Suddenly, it stopped, and he felt revived.

Howard finished making food and handed it to Killian, who began eating. Despite expecting to enjoy the meal, Killian's past life memories prevented him from fully appreciating the delicious French breakfast. In his past life, the only food he could eat was nutrition injected through his veins, as he couldn't open his mouth. This experience had taken away the joy of eating, making the meal, although delicious, feel somewhat unremarkable.

Thirty minutes passed, and Howard seemed to want to discuss something with Killian. "She isn't coming back, is she?" Killian asked, irritation visible in his eyes. Howard replied, "I'm sorry, kid. This is your new home."

Howard showed Killian his new room and around the villa, explaining that he would attend Westchester County High, a 60-minute drive away. Killian found the school's name familiar but couldn't recall why.

The day passed quickly, and Killian stood in his room, watching his reflection in the mirror. In his past life, he had never had the chance to wear a school uniform. Now, he stood handsome and neat, a novel experience.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Howard said, "Killian, are you sure you want to start with 8th grade? You're only 10 years old." Howard couldn't believe it; Killian's wealth made anything possible. Killian replied with a calm expression, "Yes, Howard," and fixed his tie.

Then, Howard drove him to school, and they completed the necessary paperwork. Now, Killian stood in front of his new classroom, wearing his school uniform. As he entered the classroom, the teacher introduced him to the class.

"Oh, I almost forgot," the teacher said, wearing glasses and speaking in a drained tone. "Everyone, today we have a new student with us. His name is Killian Onsen, and he will be your new classmate."

The students were stunned by Killian's youthful appearance, white eyes, and white hair. One student, a boy with brown hair and piercing brown eyes, sat at the back of the classroom. He looked at Killian with an intense gaze, as if sizing him up. Then, as if he realized something, he sent Killian a telepathic message, making Killian smile faintly: "You are just like me."

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