Genosha.
Inside a spacious factory.
Russell released blue energy from his palm, and high-precision factory equipment was produced out of thin air using scrap materials and waste, then packaged and shipped to factories across the Planet.
As long as there was one complete production line purchased, thousands could be created.
"You've been working almost non-stop since this morning.
Take a break, Russell."
At the factory entrance, Wanda walked in with two ice creams. Seeing a hint of fatigue between Russell's brows, she concernedly told him to rest for a while.
"It's all your father's fault. He said that the Nation-building purchases were almost complete, and all kinds of factories could be set up, but I was the only one needed to turn one set of equipment into countless sets."
Wanda handed him an ice cream, and Russell took a bite.
"White chocolate flavor?"
"Sweetness can replenish energy."
Wanda smiled.
"Actually, you don't have to finish it all in one day."
He didn't particularly like the sickly sweet taste.
Russell waved his hand, conjuring a ball of dust and transforming it into lemon juice, which he drizzled over the ice cream to add a refreshing touch.
"I prefer to work first, then enjoy."
"I want some too."
Wanda smiled and offered her identical white chocolate-flavored ice cream.
Russell rubbed his five fingers together, and lemon juice drizzled down from the air.
"Your ability is so convenient, it's truly enviable."
Sitting on a nearby chair, Wanda ate the cool ice cream, comfortably narrowing her eyes, her legs swinging back and forth like on a swing, a picture of a carefree young girl.
Since the Mutant Brotherhood returned to Genosha, the young girl who previously had to use a tent as her boudoir no longer had to hide with her father. She finally had a stable place to settle down, and her pace of life could slow down.
"Can't You do it too?
And compared to me, You can create what You want out of thin air without any material assistance."
Looking at the bright and beautiful girl beside him, Russell smiled with deep eyes.
Compared to Eve's ability to modify matter, Chaos Magic's power was miles ahead, capable of directly modifying reality and even shaping the World like play-doh into whatever form she desired.
"Me? That's too difficult… I always have trouble controlling it."
Wanda's Chaos Magic flowed between her fingers, a slight annoyance in her expression.
"It's as if this power is always fluctuating, making it hard to grasp the knack. Sometimes You want to create a glass of juice, but nothing happens, or You end up with a cup of sand."
The factory air was murky, with an almost omnipresent smell of oil, definitely not a good place to rest and enjoy dessert.
The two stood up and walked outside, chatting as they went.
"Take Your time, You're still young."
Comforting Wanda, the two unconsciously strolled past the Presidential Palace. As their ice cream was almost finished, they arrived at the newly built underground prison.
This was a newly constructed prison.
Built by Russell, the spacious underground room held only one person.
His entire body was encased in Adamantium, unable to even move a finger, with only his head exposed.
"What are You doing here?" Wanda asked curiously.
"To see the guy I brought back."
Russell placed his hand on Black King's head, like patting a ripe watermelon, and patted his cheek.
Black King had a certain slow self-healing ability. When he was brought back previously, he was covered in wounds and looked like he was about to die, but after a few days, he had recovered some of his spirits.
"In a while, Black King should be fully recovered from his injuries."
Looking at Black King's condition, Russell's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he withdrew his hand.
[Conquest Points: 112890]
A few days ago, Shadow King manipulated global nuclear missiles, almost causing the end of the World, and the battle between Russell and 'Shadow King' in Manhattan also couldn't be concealed.
News media from various countries reported on the incident. Professor X, who always represented the gentle side of Mutants, accepted an interview and explained the entire sequence of events.
He wanted the people of various countries, whose hostility towards Mutants was deepening, to know that although there were evil Mutants who wanted to destroy the World, it was also Mutants who successfully prevented the end of the World this time.
Mutants also had good and bad among them.
Professor X called on the World to treat Mutants fairly.
This incident made more people aware of 'Infinitoid', a powerful new Mutant.
"That battle with Magneto at the military Base, the U.S. government covered up the fact that their Base was leveled by Mutants, and only a small group of government officials from various countries knew about it, with some rumors circulating.
But this time was different; the global nuclear missiles moved, and the whole thing simply couldn't be kept secret."
Now, almost no one on the Planet knew him, and Russell's Conquest Points skyrocketed.
Even if some, due to their hostility towards Mutants, didn't consider him a hero who saved the World, Manhattan was almost completely destroyed in the previous battle.
Looking at the devastated city in the news footage, it was even more tragic than being hit by a nuclear bomb.
This power also inspired deep awe.
[Solidifying Rogue template requires 156000 Conquest Points. Solidify?]
"Allen template, or Rogue template?"
Russell's eyes flickered.
Previously, he had been accumulating Conquest Points to solidify the Allen template.
But now there was a template with equally great potential.
Once solidified, both could be further enhanced.
"Now, if nothing unexpected happens, as long as the Mutant Nation is announced, and an unprecedented bombshell is dropped, if this is done, perhaps the Conquest Points can be gathered."
Suddenly, there was another choice.
"The Rogue template has more potential than the Allen template. Not to mention the high probability of permanently acquiring a person's ability by draining their life energy, even a brief touch can temporarily acquire a person's ability."
"When the ability is developed, it can even absorb and temporarily replicate others' abilities from a distance without touching them."
In the comics, Rogue briefly possessed the abilities of all the Avengers and X-Men.
Even if permanent replication wasn't possible, this was an invincible 'fifty-fifty' ability.
As long as the ability was developed to absorb energy and replicate abilities from a distance, no matter how powerful the enemy, as long as they weren't so exaggerated as to kill him instantly, Russell could at least fight them to a draw with the Rogue template.
The potential and power of the Rogue template were truly tempting.
"Decided, the goal for solidifying the template will change from Allen to Rogue."
Russell thought for a moment and made his decision.
It didn't really affect anything; the strategy of continuously accumulating Conquest Points was correct, but now he had encountered a template with greater potential.
"If the Rogue template is solidified.
Then only the Magneto template can be applied."
Not only would he have a strong body and no longer be so fragile, but he could also use and manipulate Adamantium in combat, which would be a world-changing improvement to his strength.
With just these two abilities.
Russell was confident that he would be able to contend with the Regent.
"What do You keep him for? I used to hear about Black King's reputation. Legend has it that he was also a powerful Mutant, but he was keen on acquiring power by any means necessary.
He did a lot of bad things."
Leaving the underground prison, Wanda looked back, a look of disgust on her face, and then curiously asked Russell.
Whoosh!
Before Russell could answer, Quicksilver suddenly rushed over like lightning, stopping in front of them, his face pale with fright, sweating profusely.
"Come quickly, Russell, Wanda, Father has been assassinated and is severely injured."
"What?"
Upon hearing the news, Wanda's face turned deathly pale.
"Father…"
Magneto was assassinated?
Russell's expression changed. He wrapped his arm around Wanda's waist and quickly took her to the high-level office in the Presidential Palace.
Magneto's face was listless and furious, clutching his chest. Blood had stained his clothes, and a gash from a blade almost tore his entire chest from his neck.
A figure was pinned to the wall by steel bars, struggling constantly.
"You are a Mutant, who sent You!"
"Father…"
Russell brought Wanda to the office in a flash.
Wanda, seeing her father severely injured, anxiously rushed to Magneto's side, covering his wound with her hand. Chaos Magic appeared on her palm, intending to modify reality and heal her father.
"Wait, let me do it."
Russell pressed down on Wanda's hand.
Wanda's Chaos Magic was, after all, not very stable.
The anxious Wanda seemed to have found her backbone and tearfully moved aside.
Russell leaned over, his palm emitting a blue light to heal and regenerate Magneto's cells, helping him recover from his injuries.
As the wounds healed, Magneto's rapid breathing, which had been exacerbated by adrenaline from his injury, quickly subsided.
"What happened? How did he get so close to You?"
While healing Magneto's wounds, Russell glanced at the figure pinned to the wall.
The person's skin was ashen, eyes blood-red, young in age, with sinister and emotionless eyes. He seemed indifferent to his severely injured limbs, still struggling desperately to get down from the wall.
The enormous force made the entire wall shake.
The bodyguards were terrified, as if facing a formidable enemy.
But without Magneto's command, they dared not shoot, fearing they might kill the captured assassin.
"I've been preoccupied with government affairs lately, and my vigilance has greatly decreased, plus he transformed into Wanda's appearance." Magneto's face was grim.
He was almost successfully assassinated; it was a complete disgrace.
"Me?"
Wanda was startled, becoming even more indignant, and abruptly stood up.
This assassin had actually transformed into her appearance and almost killed her father.
The assassin couldn't break free from the steel bars, and his entire body seemed to flow like mud. Just as he was about to get down from the wall, Wanda's red hair flew, and she unleashed Chaos Magic.
The entire assassin solidified like plaster, and in a flash, with a pained expression, he turned into a statue, unable to move, with only his two eyeballs able to move futilely.
"A clone?…"
Wanda stepped forward and read the Mutant assassin's memories, only to find them almost completely blank, pitifully sparse.
This person only remembered emerging from a culture dish and seeing a cloaked man, half-hidden in Shadow on a throne, giving him cold commands.
And this person seemed as loyal to his creator as if he were his own, bowing his head in obedience.
The cloaked man's chin, visible outside the Shadow, was also an identical deathly gray.
As the assassin turned, he also saw rows of identical jars from which an endless stream of clones emerged, as if an army was assembling.
"He disguised himself as Wanda, saying he wanted to massage my shoulders to relieve fatigue. After getting close to me, his bones transformed into bone blades that protruded from his skin and suddenly stabbed down.
I barely dodged in time."
Magneto continued to recount, his eyes flashing with shock and anger.
He actually disguised himself as his daughter to assassinate him.
"No matter who did it, I will definitely drag him out and make him regret ever being alive!"
As Magneto's emotions surged, a powerful electromagnetic field emanated, making the entire Presidential Palace tremble.
"He really knows our situation well, a carefully planned assassination?"
Russell raised an eyebrow.
Within the entire Mutant Brotherhood, only Wanda could freely approach Magneto. Even Quicksilver, who was also Magneto's offspring, had always been disliked and couldn't do the same.
And the other party specifically transformed into Wanda's appearance to assassinate.
"Russell, Father, he is a cloned Mutant…"
Wanda lowered her hand and transmitted the memories she had seen to both of them through telepathy.
"Cloned Mutant?"
Both Russell and Magneto frowned. This kind of super-era biotechnology was not something everyone possessed.
A scene appeared before them.
The person on the throne rested his chin on his hand, his pale skin as cold and bloodless as marble, as if he had never seen sunlight, emitting a morbid cold glow in the darkness.
A face in the Shadow had high cheekbones, gaunt cheeks, and a scarlet diamond mark on his forehead, glowing faintly in the darkness.
He wore a black metal battle suit, with a high-collared cloak and metal shoulder pads, a style between a 19th-century aristocrat and a tyrant, with battle boots vaguely visible beneath the hem of his garment.
"Mister Sinister?"
Russell recognized the guy at a glance.
Although he didn't see the entire face, this iconic attire made him instantly recognizable.
Clones?
Russell looked at the assassin who had turned into a statue.
Without a doubt, this was likely a Sinister Son cloned by Mister Sinister, a member of the Mutant army cloned using himself as the template.
"You know this person, Russell?"
Magneto and Wanda immediately looked at him.
"A scientific madman obsessed with evolution, a lunatic who dreams of being a creator…"
Russell had nothing to hide.
Given his current status, he didn't need to explain the source of the information.
Magneto not knowing Mister Sinister didn't surprise Russell much.
"I occasionally learned some information about him before.
This guy was already researching Mutants when the concept of Mutants didn't even exist in the World, before Mutants entered human sight. He has always tried to create the perfect Mutant.
As a cold scientist, he has hidden well behind the scenes for over a hundred years."
Mister Sinister, originally named Nathaniel Essex, was a 19th-century British geneticist. While researching Mutants, he accidentally found a sleeping Apocalypse and was granted immortality by Apocalypse.
Originally just an ordinary human, he transformed into an acquired Mutant.
Since then, Mister Sinister has spent a long time researching Mutants while continuously modifying and editing his own genes to gain various powerful abilities.
These abilities include, but are not limited to, cellular shapeshifting and recombination, regeneration and healing, and superhuman physique.
At the same time, Mister Sinister is also one of the most powerful telepaths on Earth, capable of interfering with external objects with his mind and moving objects with telekinesis, just like Jean.
Of course, Mister Sinister's most important ability is his biological science, which is almost at its peak.
Mister Sinister has always remained hidden in the Shadow, almost as a cold observer and researcher.
"Why did he attack Magneto?"
Russell felt that things were not that simple.
Although for Mister Sinister, who wanted to create the perfect Mutant and be a creator, Magneto's genes were excellent research material.
But Magneto, one of the famous Mutant dual poles, had been active in the World for more than a day or two, so why did he only think of attacking today?
Moreover, there were too many ways to obtain Magneto's genes.
"Mister Sinister seems to want to kill Magneto directly more than acquire his genes?"
Russell thought of some of Mister Sinister's actions in the comics.
"This guy must be targeting the Mutant Nation that's about to be established!"