billions of light years

At the age of 15, Charles saw Europe in the year No. 18 of the Apocalypse.

He is only 15 years old, and he has not yet experienced the unique ocean climate of Europa, and has not stepped into the school gate of Oxford.But he had seen the dark Cape Greine in his books.It is like the uneven spine joints on the back of a dragon, piercing sharply and twistingly into the ocean, covered with green moss that seems to have accumulated since ancient times.The damp sea breeze is about to be torn apart by it, exposing the burning inside.He was also fascinated by the ups and downs of Mont Saint-Michel in the waves.Children are always brave enough to try. If they are born in an enlightened family, it is easy for people to try all three major sects in one day.Religion is the original force that promotes the transformation of human mind.What else could the ancients have said to account for those granite peaks that appear with sea mists and waves?What else could be used to explain Aubert's flash of inspiration on that night of lightning and thunder?If this is not God's will for it to be born, if this is not a proof of God's mighty power - this church standing on an isolated island?

The Greeks would sing the gods as arrogant and sensual human beings, but the inland people prefer solemn and loving gods.They copied strange lines over and over again on the ceiling of the church, served the rigid with agility, worshiped the gods with their human bodies, and stubbornly refused to admit that the gods would be drawn into the torrent of time like mud and stubborn stones. The bright paint made of water and oil in the cover is covered with the decayed breath of the dead, like a new layer of more rigid paint on the rusted aluminum and copper. It didn't take long for the peach gum to be fresh but stained. Mildew spots on it.This is an inescapable reincarnation, people are obedient puppets, the world is a dozing audience, and God who does not know whether he exists is holding a script that confirms his non-existence.

Does God exist?Is God creating man or man creating God?What did the parties think during this creative process? Charles often asks about the eternal stars in the sky. Charles has been loved by these stars since he was a child, and many people think that these stars sleep peacefully in his pupils.But Fanxing couldn't respond to his confusion.Moreover, he is still too young, relying on imagination and logical reasoning alone, 15 years of knowledge reserve is not enough to answer his questions.

Should I say lucky or unlucky?Today's Charles knows part of the answer. 18 years later, there really is a god, or a person who claims to be a god, an ancient Egyptian fanatic, and a restorer.He followed Erik's footsteps, walked quickly down the street with his head bowed, the admiration and fear in the minds of passers-by almost overwhelmed him.They respect and fear the deadpan Erik, even though they're mutants too.Yes, along the way, Charles became aware of the incredible fact that London had become a city of mutants.

Strange flags fluttered in the streets, like eyes tattooed with strange patterns.If the memory read is correct, it is the Eye of Horus.What a weird match, Charles looked at the flags that could be seen everywhere - the sky blue background, with the green Eye of Horus on it, if it was just curiosity, then what Charles felt was outright anger.

This place is both familiar and strange: obviously it is London, a place he has been curious about countless times but has never set foot in, but at this time it is dilapidated as if it has just been bombed.He didn't even see a single building over three hundred feet apart from the white pyramid towering into the sky in the distance.God, it's like WWII for another 18 years; or like a black humorous satire-Africa takes advantage of the gap, and the former colonizers finally suffer the consequences, and have to experience everything that has been imposed on other peoples.

It's nothing like what he's seen with Erik! Charles understood almost immediately that Erik had a way of dealing with telepathy, or that the man really was seeing the world through a rose-colored filter—

None of this had even occurred in his wildest dreams: the world had been reset to factory settings in just 18 years.

He didn't know what to say. Erik seemed to find something wrong with him and tried to explain everything to him: the rise of mutants, the glorious battle, the rebuilding of the world...

Charles only felt a little heat in his eyes.He is not the kind of person who is sad about spring and autumn in essence, but now he just wants to cry.His innate but unskilled talent makes him confused in too strong emotions: he seems to be really in the battlefield, but he doesn't know whether he is on the mutant side or the human side (like mutants). Not like people, he thought), heat/weapons, cold weapons, killing and being killed, this is not war at all, it is a gladiatorial struggle between two primitive tribes with totems, both screaming for justice, Singing the carnage, and being intoxicated by the numbers on the death list—

terrible.Are the heroic spirits in the sky laughing at their own kind?Are you shaking your head for this meaningless decisive battle?

Charles sees the burning flames of the British Library in a jumble of memories - it's like Berlin in [-]; he sees many things disappear in that fire: Snowpinsor Flipping through the meditations, the tacit smile on the lips when brushing the words Descartes, the gentle sound of the tip of the pen across the paper when Holbach and Diderot bent over the desk lamp, the back view of Nietzsche challenging God; The land of books will eventually burn people" has become a prophecy...

Charles doesn't know how he grew up living in such a world.He was going crazy with this sinister, horrible feeling like some kind of black hole or vortex.Compared with this, the wailing heard in the United States during World War II was not worth mentioning at all.

"...Charles?" Erik, who was closest to him, frowned, "Your ability is out of control?" He squeezed little Charles' hand, "Would you like to go to the opera at night to relax? You used to like to go there when you were not feeling well. Feeling."

Little Charles tried to make his voice sound normal, not to bring too much sharpness that was not like him, but it obviously failed, "Is there still a place for opera here?"

Erik shrugged, and he did it with a kind of arrogant freedom, "There are always people who are nostalgic, such as your future self, Charles."

"I bet you are too, Erik."

Erik seemed to think of something suddenly, "But it's a little late...Charles," his voice hesitated, "you should get enough sleep at your age."

"Come on," Charles thought, it's a good thing they live far from the city center, otherwise the sound alone would make him sleepless, "I'm almost an adult, I can have a little nocturnal activity, instead of stupid Ten hours of sleep."

"Nocturnal activity?" Erik's smile was surprisingly charming—compared to his usual grim expression.And the joke is so hard to laugh, "I think you're talking about reading storybooks by moonlight? Charles, you're so short, why don't you have girls to date."

Little Charles blushed in protest (he couldn't have imagined that when he grew up he would tell Erik about reading storybooks when he was a kid, but that was six, six!), "I've had a girlfriend, sir!"

Obviously thinking about the future of the little prince in the Charles nightclub, Erik choked on a rare occasion, and replied dryly, "There is no doubt, little Charles, you should be shorter."

"Erik, I won't talk to you for 1 minute."

The wicked man made a helpless gesture, "It's up to you. Do you want to go tonight? Please answer within 1 minute."

Little Charles stomped on him hard.

"...I get it, boy, the younger you are, the less cute you are." Erik took his hand, "Be careful I leave you on the street," Charles couldn't tell if it was humor or sarcasm, but it was bigger The only possibility is that this is just a statement of fact, "Every street is the same anyway."

The 18-year-old world of Apocalypse No. is opening the mysterious cloak to the children who have come here across time.What is hidden inside?Maybe it's a festering body with intricate gold ornaments; maybe it's a charming, poisonous mist; or everything - including "love" that spans time.