Ten-plus days later, Genosha.
In the Underground Room, pale light pierced the darkness.
The air was filled with the scent of formalin and ionized metal, and countless cultivation pods were arranged in a cold matrix, each containing a Son of Sinister immersed within.
Russell strolled among them, with Mr. Sinister respectfully following close behind.
Batches of Son of Sinister at different developmental stages.
Hiss!
The hatch opened.
The most mature batch, dozens of Son of Sinister, opened their eyes in unison, stepping out of their pods as if controlled by a single nerve.
Their bare feet stepped on the condensation-covered floor, without trembling, without hesitation, only mechanical precision.
Assembly line Robots fitted them with guard armor.
The Son of Sinister, like sappers programmed by a computer, marched to the locations where they were needed for patrol and guard duty.
"Sir, with your ability, which can be called that of a creator, I no longer have to worry about any experimental materials and resources.
In just these past few days, the Son of Sinister factory we've built has produced nearly three thousand Son of Sinister, and their abilities are even more outstanding than those I've created in the past."
Mr. Sinister's voice was excited; now he could experiment and create his desired creations without restraint.
"A clone army specifically born for war, they will forever protect Genosha you created and clear away all enemies who dare to stand in your way."
Russell's palm rested on the nearest experimental tank.
The liquid in the experimental tank glowed with a faint green light, reflecting the suspended bodies, which had uniform pale skin, crimson pupils, and various weakened versions of Mr. Sinister's abilities.
One of them was equivalent to a special forces squad.
"Not bad."
Russell did not stint on his praise, but this was not yet what he truly wanted, glancing at the mad scientist beside him.
"But these are nothing new. What about the true 'living' weapons I ordered You to create?"
These were fine for dealing with armies of ordinary people, but as for other Mutants, or Sentinel legions?
These were not enough; they couldn't be called trump cards.
"Please come this way, Sir."
Mr. Sinister's voice, cold as a viper yet tinged with flattery, echoed through the laboratory. He walked to the central control console, his pale fingers gliding across the holographic screen.
A deeper, secret laboratory opened.
As they stepped in, a blast of scorching hot air rushed towards them.
Russell glanced sideways.
Through the glass, he could see the mold factory on the other side.
Red-hot, strange molten iron flowed like trickles into molds, eventually forming silver-white alloy modules.
Some were shining silver-white skeletons.
Others could be identified as the casings and parts of some kind of machine.
"Sir, allow me to present." Mr. Sinister turned, like a host at an opening ceremony, placing a hand over his chest, his robe sweeping the ground, "The most perfect killing machine born from your will—'Infinite Sinister'!"
Russell stood with his hands behind his back at the observation deck, his gaze beneath the helmet deep and cold.
An Infinite Sinister in silver-white light armor, tall and with a cold sheen to his skin, the heavy outline of an Adamantium skeleton faintly visible beneath, walked out of the Shadow with heavy steps.
Mr. Sinister lightly tapped the control console, "Defense tolerance test."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The ceiling cracked open, and three laser Gatling guns popped out, blue laser beams cutting hot trajectories through the air, mercilessly bombarding the Infinite Sinister's entire body.
The Infinite Sinister endured a terrifying onslaught like a storm, the lasers hitting the Adamantium armor were blocked.
On the exposed parts of his body, the lasers burned and evaporated the skin, revealing the silver-white alloy facial bones.
After a round of attacks, the Infinite Sinister's flesh and skin Creep healed like a living thing, recovering in the blink of an eye, appearing as if he had never been attacked.
Only the laser-burned floor, with puddles of molten iron, testified that the terrifying attack just now was not an illusion.
"I have secretly collected genes from many Mutants, such as Wolverine of the X-Men, but his self-healing ability, even my clones are far inferior."
Mr. Sinister sneered smugly.
"The 'Infinite Sinister Soldier,' his self-healing speed exceeds Wolverine's by 47%."
Russell quite agreed with this point.
In fact, compared to Wolverine's pure self-healing ability, this new version of the Son of Sinister, possessing both self-healing and cellular deformation abilities, was naturally superior.
Even with the transplantation of an Adamantium skeleton, it didn't require the same painful difficulty as Wolverine.
"Demonstrate attack capabilities." Mr. Sinister commanded.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The laser Gatling guns on the laboratory ceiling activated, and laser beams once again poured down like rain!
The Infinite Sinister Soldier charged forward, his spine suddenly splitting open, and twelve Adamantium nerve cords unfurled like a peacock's tail, intertwining into an electromagnetic shield in front of him.
He lowered his body, transforming into an afterimage as he charged, flames erupting from his leg joints, moving as fast as lightning, and leaping into the air!
Swish, swish!
Two silver lights flashed, and the Infinite Sinister Soldier's hands extended four Adamantium claws, dismembering a laser Gatling gun like a hot knife through butter.
Turning in the air, plasma cannons suddenly blasted from his palms, wrecking the other two laser Gatling guns.
"Sir, with the Adamantium You provided, the Infinite Sinister Soldier has both the sharpest spear and the strongest shield, half-human, half-Robot, with a maximum strength of up to one hundred tons, equipped with various energy weapons.
I truly don't know who could escape his hunt."
Mr. Sinister rubbed his hands.
Being able to create such a brutal construct, he was also excited.
"Currently, one hundred units of the Infinite Sinister model of the Son of Sinister have been produced."
"Very good, very good."
Approval appeared in Russell's eyes.
"Tomorrow, Genosha will be founded, and the safety of the ceremony will be ensured by these Infinite Sinister Soldiers. I will not tolerate any mishaps."
The flesh and blood of the Son of Sinister could deform flexibly, making them the best biological material for combining with machinery.
Compared to Wolverine, who as an X-Weapon only fused with an Adamantium skeleton, they were a bankrupt version.
"Your praise is the best reward for me, your loyal servant."
Mr. Sinister bowed his head.
"I will certainly ensure the safety of tomorrow's grand ceremony; not even a fly will disturb it."
"Don't speak too soon." Russell's gaze was deep as he turned and left, his cloak fluttering, "I hope You don't disappoint me."
...
The night in Genosha, moonlight streamed down like mercury, bathing the entire vast and magnificent celebration square in a soft glow.
The fountain Water tinkled, and Russell and Wanda walked side by side in the moonlight.
"Watch out!"
A ball rolled to Wanda's feet.
Not far away, several Mutant children stood in a panic, one of them, a cute little girl with cat ears, ran over, her scaly skin shimmering like pearls in the moonlight.
"S-sorry, Lady"
Wanda bent down to pick up the ball, her fingertips inadvertently brushing its surface, and a crimson energy repaired the worn patch as good as new.
She smiled as she handed the ball back, casually ruffling the girl's fluffy hair.
"Have fun, and don't stay out too late. There will be fireworks tomorrow."
The children cheered and ran off.
Wanda looked at the children's retreating figures, somewhat lost in thought.
"What are You thinking about?"
A magnetic voice came from beside her.
"Nothing, just suddenly feeling a bit emotional. When my father and I used to wander around in various places, I never saw smiles on the faces of children with obvious mutations like these.
Some were even abandoned by their parents, like stray kittens and puppies that no one wanted, looking sickly and dirty, hiding under eaves in the rain…"
Although the Mutant nation had not yet been officially established, the work of bringing in Mutants who had no place to go had already begun.
Now, Genosha, no, it should be called Utopia, already had hundreds of thousands of Mutants living there.
A nation belonging to Mutants naturally couldn't inherit the name that represented enslavement for Mutants in the past. Russell proposed this name.
Utopia, meaning paradise—it was a Mutant nation, a paradise in the desert of the entire World, where people could freely roam and live.
"By this time tomorrow, the whole World will see our torch."
Wanda took a deep breath, no longer thinking about those unhappy things, and looked towards the tall viewing platform in the square, a gentle and happy smile on her lips, "The dream of Mutants will come true from now on, a land of freedom for our compatriots.
No more discrimination, no more harm, no more hiding…"
"I promise, this will only be the beginning." Russell looked down at her, moonlight flowing in her bright eyes, "In the future, all Mutant children will be carefree and free. I promise."
Wanda looked up at his young and handsome face in the moonlight.
—This young man who fell from the sky, with a sharper, wiser edge than her father, yet possessed the same great belief.
An indescribable emotion swelled in her chest, making her unconsciously move half a step closer.
"Do You know?" Wanda's face flushed slightly, "I think You are the one who fulfills all wishes…"
She stood on tiptoe slightly.
The night wind suddenly grew boisterous.
The Shadows of the two young people lightly touched in the moonlight, and the laughter of children could still be heard in the distance.
On the top floor terrace of the Presidential Palace, Magneto stood with his hands behind his back, contentedly withdrawing his gaze.
...
The first ray of sunlight, like melted gold, streamed through the gaps in the curtains, outlining two closely intertwined figures on the disheveled bedsheets.
The Scarlet Witch lazily fluttered her eyelashes. She opened her eyes, her clear pupils as sparkling as morning dew.
She met Russell's face, which was inches away, his eyes holding endless tenderness.
"Good morning, Wanda."
"Good morning."
Wanda's voice was hoarse with lingering sleepiness, her fingertips unconsciously tracing circles on Russell's chest, a blush creeping onto her face.
Russell caught her mischievous fingers and gently kissed them to his lips.
"Time to get up. The ceremony is in half an hour."
"Ah…"
Wanda let out a soft cry, quickly getting up and dressing. As if touching a sore spot, she frowned slightly, but a red light flowed over her body, and she was soon unaffected.
[Scarlet Witch Template acquired]
Russell smiled, resting his arm under his head, and turned to look at the sky outside, filled with morning light.
Now that he had Wanda's template, given time to solidify it, and with practice through his clone abilities, he had found a path almost leading to invincibility.
...
The dawn of Genosha was ignited by the breath of a million people.
At "Evolution Square" next to the Presidential Palace.
An Adamantium stele shaped like a DNA double helix stood on the ground, soaring into the clouds. A fire basin, magnetically fixed, floated atop the stele, its flames gently flickering in the morning breeze.
On the viewing platform, Russell and Magneto, along with their entourage, were dressed in formal attire.
The crowd below jostled, applauding and cheering.
The Mutants who had once been imprisoned now beamed with the joy of freedom, no longer bound by collars around their necks; the Mutants who had once faced discrimination held their heads high, their eyes confident and spirited, free from judgmental gazes.
"Sizzle…"
A sound wave from the loudspeaker.
People suddenly fell silent, even the wind seemed to listen intently.
"It's starting," an old Mutant murmured.
Young Mutants' hearts pounded, their faces flushed with excitement.
Genosha in the morning light was silent and beautiful.
"Compatriots!" Magneto's voice echoed through the loudspeakers across the entire venue, "Today, we no longer hide—"
A rare excited smile was on his face as he stood on the high platform, using his words to rally the people.
"We were once scattered in every corner of the World."
"Some hid in Underground Rooms, only glimpsing the sun; some were forced to wander the streets, covered in mud and disheveled; some were captured and persecuted, their lives and dignity trampled upon."
He spread his hand, and a Mutant inhibitor collar floated in the air.
The metal twisted and expanded, transforming into a national emblem: a flame of life held high within a DNA double helix, shining brilliantly in the sunlight.
"But from now on, these things will never happen again. Our unity is enough to change the successful World."
Step!
"Steel will eventually rust, but genes will be passed down forever."
Russell stepped forward, pointing to the ground beneath his feet, to this developing nation, where skyscrapers were rising from the island below.
"Here—the first child who doesn't need to hide his ability will be born."
"Here—there will be peaceful sleep without waking up in the middle of the night."
"Here—everyone can walk with their heads held high in the sunlight."
The wind swept through the newly planted saplings, a million people held their breath, a million pairs of bright, expectant eyes. He paused slightly, his voice rising a few octaves, reverberating through the sky.
"Today, I announce that right here, we shall establish a new nation, named Utopia—the Land of Paradise!"
Flowers were thrown into the sky.
"Long live Utopia!!"
The excited shouts of the crowd almost overturned the entire sky.
Wanda was delighted, tears in her eyes, Russell smiled, pointing a hand towards the sky, and in an instant, azure energy ripples spread out.
The sky suddenly lit up with thousands of light points, fireworks exploded, and colorful light ribbons fell like silk, intertwining in the sky at a hundred meters to form a totem of the Mutant gene chain.
White doves made of photons swept over the crowd, their wings scattering golden light.
Countless people embraced, weeping with joy.
The cheers of the celebration swept through all of Utopia like a tide, and ribbons and energy light fragments intertwined in the air, forming a magnificent curtain.
Suddenly.
Russell's smile slightly receded. His gaze pierced through the jubilant crowd, over the towering gene monument, reaching the distant sea horizon.
Fifty nautical miles away, hundreds of dark, cold mechanical figures with streamlined bodies were tearing through the clouds at more than a dozen times the speed of sound, flying rapidly, their eyes as cold as the ruthless God of Death.
"Are those… Sentinels?" Magneto, who had been constantly emitting electromagnetic perception and had already detected them, frowned deeply, having anticipated potential troublemakers.
The same machine material as the previous giant Sentinels.
But why had their size shrunk so much? They barely looked like the same type of Robot.
Second-generation Sentinel?
Russell's eyelids twitched in surprise at what he saw through his X-ray vision.
Sentinel Robots were divided into two types: the first-generation prototype Sentinels could only detect Mutants, had giant bodies, and were equipped with powerful weaponry, capable of slaughtering weaker Mutants, but their individual strength was not strong.
However, the second-generation Sentinels underwent a radical transformation; they gained the ability to replicate most Mutant "superpowers" and use them for themselves, and if one replicated, all other Sentinels also possessed it.
"We have uninvited guests."
Russell narrowed his eyes, and Mr. Sinister stepped forward at the opportune moment, bowing his head to receive the order.
"Deploy your Infinite Sinister Soldiers."
"Yes, Sir, I guarantee they will not return."
On the stage, Wanda was creating dancing light butterflies for the children, which floated down.
A little girl stood on tiptoe, her face innocently smiling, her fingertips reaching out to touch the beautiful butterflies.
"Intercept them at sea, let the people laugh a little longer." Russell said softly, pretending nothing had happened, waving to the people who had lived in suffering for too long.
The crowd below still didn't know what was happening, continuing to celebrate wholeheartedly.
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