billions of light years

The atmosphere in this closed office is cramped.Little Charles felt as if the four walls were folding and compressing, squeezed into a smaller and smaller cage that even his thoughts couldn't escape, trying to trap him in it.This is the third hour since he entered this secret meeting room.People always want to go home when they are nervous and afraid.So he suddenly missed the elm forest in his hometown.He used to be able to stand under the gaps in the cascading leaves, looking for traces of sunlight.In winter, the sun is as dim as an incandescent lamp, rising from the creamy paper-clean east and blending with the clouds in the west.Its light had come over Lemuria in the same manner in the past.But where is Lemuria sleeping now?What does Charles look like when he was standing under the elm tree?

Little Charles knew after reading the letter.

three hours ago-

A security researcher who called himself Hank took them into the secret meeting room, entered a series of codes, and verified the fingerprint irises. The meticulous and solemn gesture made him feel that this was asking for some heirloom.In the end, what he took out from a strange machine was a not-so-thick book.But there's nothing wrong with that—is there anything more precious than knowledge in this world?This book has no name, only the author's signature: ProfessorX

It has a simple white handmade cover, and even if the inner pages are made of poor-quality printing paper, there is no wrinkle or damage in the slightest.You can tell at a glance that the owner of the book cherishes it very much. Hank smiled at him, the corners of his mouth quivering nervously. Charles thinks he's struggling with how to talk to Charles from 18 years ago.It seems like everyone thinks I'm unreliable at 15.thought young Charles gloomily.

Hank lowered his head and gently flipped open the cover of the book, in exactly the same way as those in white coats doing experiments.He took out a letter from the inside of the cover. "Young mutants nowadays always underestimate the wisdom of ordinary people." Hank handed him the letter, looking at him with trusting and firm eyes. Charles thinks that he must be his good friend in the future.For some reason, he couldn't read this person's thoughts, not at all.This is impossible.

"Your arrival was not accidental." He explained to little Charles, "You in the future left a letter, and by the way, helped me build a thought blocking barrier...to prevent me from revealing something inadvertently."

Well, little Charles even hated his future self a little bit - he thought everything so thoroughly and refused to leave a loophole, even if it was reserved for himself.I don't understand myself who is confused at all.However, this is Charles.He knew he had been a jerk growing up.

He tore open the dark green envelope (with his favorite ink written on it, Charles's Dearest), and opened the letter paper—

[15-year-old me, (little Charles is happy to be called that, not "Charles from 18 years ago")

Sorry to have brought you here without permission.Sincere apologies to you.

I think you already have a preliminary understanding of this. ]

No, Charles, he apologized to his future self in his heart, trying to make his sincerity transcend time and directly fly to his grown-up brain: To your "friend" Erik who always treats you badly, I can't help but flirt One day Erik and being teased by Erik for a day, barely doing anything.

[As you can see, there are only two forces in the world now: the mutant empire headed by Apocalypse and the few remaining humans.As for me, I am the lackey of Apocalypse, or in other words, Professor X who leads the rebel forces within the mutants.

I know I haven't discovered the charm of the humanities at that age, so let me tell you all this with the following figures:

In 1945, World War II ended.The world population is about 25 billion, and there are about 8 million X gene carriers.

In 1947, the apocalypse appeared.The world population plummeted to 10 billion.

In this catastrophe, not only ordinary people were wiped out by Apocalypse and the extremists who believed in him, but also X-gene carriers who were not very capable and traces of all human beings on the earth.All architectural sculptures will be toppled, all legal dogmas will be overturned, and all books will be burned, and on these ruins, Apocalypse will build the Mutant Empire.This is our future, Charles.

You're smart enough to know what happens to people involved in this kind of thing throughout history.You know what kind of world will be left behind.Everything you liked and loved, you will never see again, they will leave before your eyes, and you will witness with your own eyes where the things you love go.You have nothing. Charles, this is the pain we will all go through in the future.Perhaps we are all written by a man with a bad taste like Sophocles, meaninglessly repeating tragic words.

Fortunately, you and I in the future have found a way, you know, we have never been able to be well-behaved puppets...]

Charles reads this with a sore nose.He couldn't imagine what kind of mood that Charles was writing all this.He was already shocked by the understatement of the first few lines, and it was not good to have a strong imagination.He could even see the figures of death extending, twisting, and twisting before his eyes, and finally turned into filthy bloodstains all over the street; he could hear the scorching sound of guns sticking to human skin, and the explosion of guns The muffled sound at the first second, the scream when the bomber dropped the big black Grim Reaper as its wings pierced the sky... This telepath is still too young, and he can't control what he was forced to accept in his mind before. terrible memories.

He thought his nerves were tough enough to bear suffering (sometimes, he thought, there was even a morbid arrogance to go to the cross), but the reality was that bearing the fate of others and taking responsibility for his own future The two are completely different.He was a little ashamed of himself: it was totally discriminatory.He blinked vigorously to hold back the full and sour moisture on his eyeballs—can he really become such a strong person in the future?A person who does not give up hope even in adversity?

[…that's how the whole plan was conceived.This is the final step, and just as Charles found me, I now find you, Charles.Attached are the results of existing attempts: ...]

Little Charles couldn't remember whether tears welled up in his eyes when he carefully checked the results of the experiment, but he remembered that his telepathic ability began to run away irreversibly—

["Everyone is a small bearing on the big machine of history, and can only turn involuntarily," a person who has not been treated fairly by history once wrote so bitterly.But we are different, Charles, we have the most stubborn, hardest to remove, most enduring thing in the whole world - thoughts.

Greetings to you, Charles. ]

The feeling of losing control of his ability made him extremely uncomfortable, but what made him even more painful was that—accompanied by the scalding Foehn wind and the sky full of gravel—he heard a strange, ecstatic voice in his head, using A call uttered in a foreign language.

Little Charles could only frown and clenched his fists, the malice in that hideous voice felt like a white-hot wire pressed against his temple.But he couldn't struggle and couldn't escape, he could only shout tremblingly under the worried eyes of Hank and Logan——

"he came……!"