Chapter 12

You guys can expect a daily chapter as my computer driving test has passed. I nearly failed as I scored the minimum

The next morning,

Charles sat up, his mind buzzing with a thousand thoughts. "Do I have to research the human body now?" he muttered, feeling the gap in his knowledge. But then, it struck him—Mr. Sinister's consciousness was still lurking within him.

"Well, I can pull that information from him," Charles thought, though he knew he'd need to refine it further on his own. He glanced at his body hologram, now fully healed. "Perfect."

When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother, Sharon, asleep beside him, her face marked with sadness, as if the weight of the world had crashed down on her.

'What happened to her?' Charles wondered, reaching out with his mind. He gently touched her memories and pieced together the situation.

'Ah, that makes sense,' he thought.

Sharon stirred awake, her eyes wide as she saw her son. "Charles?"

"Yeah, Mom. I'm here," he replied softly.

Without warning, Sharon threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Why did you make me worry like that?"

"I'm sorry, Mom," Charles said, gently patting her back.

Sharon paused, her voice trembling. "There's something I need to tell you."

Charles waited patiently, already knowing what she was going to say but letting her speak in her own time.

"Your father… He's dead. It wasn't an accident. Someone deliberately killed him in a car crash," Sharon said, her words heavy with grief.

'What? He was supposed to die in a nuclear explosion... not a car crash,' Charles thought, confusion clouding his mind.

Sharon held his hand tightly. "But don't worry, I'll take care of you."

"Okay, Mom," Charles said with a smile, placing his other hand gently over hers.

After that, doctors came in to run more tests, trying to figure out if anything was wrong with Charles after his long sleep. He played along, letting them examine him while secretly absorbing their knowledge, experience, and expertise. By the time they were done, he had a wealth of new skills.

"Madam, your son is perfectly healthy," the doctor said, still baffled by how Charles' mind had seemingly done the impossible.

"Thank God," Sharon sighed with relief.

"Can we leave now?" Charles asked.

"Yes," the doctor nodded, still perplexed.

As they left the hospital and got into the car, Sharon leaned back. "Charles, we're heading back to the main Xavier Manor. After we take care of your father's affairs, okay?"

"Okay," Charles replied calmly.

During the car ride, while his mother was deep in thought, Charles slipped back into his mindscape, refining his telepathy even more.

By the time they arrived at the mansion, his control and range has expanded.

When they finally reached the manor, Charles headed to his room. Sitting on his bed in the lotus position, he took a deep breath and dove into the depths of his mind.

In a single second, he recalled and relearned every skill he had ever absorbed, his brain processing vast amounts of knowledge instantly.

"Well, that's something," Charles smirked. "I'm a doctor, a police officer, a soldier, a butler, a scientist, a chef, and even a gardener... What else could I ask for?"

He laughed to himself, wanting to test out his newfound abilities, but he realized, 'Damn, there's no YouTube for me to try out my adaptive muscle memory.'

"Guess I'll have to build a computer, set up Wi-Fi, and create every social media app from scratch," Charles mused, already thinking of ways to gather information and wealth.

"I'm gonna be the richest man on Earth," he smirked, a spark of ambition flickering in his eyes.

As Charles lay down to sleep, his body relaxed, but his mind remained active. The moment he closed his eyes, he found himself in his mindscape, seated before a holographic display. The familiar chair welcomed him as he stared at the data streaming across the screen.

"I've already programmed my body for perfect digestion," he murmured to himself. "That alone took hours to configure without any errors."

A satisfied smile crept onto his face. "Now to ensure my body grows at the optimal rate. No hair loss either." He chuckled at the thought of never having to worry about balding. His fingers hovered over the virtual console, typing rapidly to adjust his biological settings. "Superhuman enhancements next. Time to push my body beyond normal limits."

He paused for a moment. "And training—do I even need to physically exercise anymore?" His eyes lit up as the idea struck him. "Why bother? I'll just command my body to train itself."

...

The next day arrived with somber air. It was a grim, overcast day, with crowds dressed in black surrounding the gravesite. The casket of Brian Xavier was lowered into the earth, as crows gathered in the distance, watching silently.

Charles stood there, expressionless, though his eyes stayed sharp. He noticed Kurt Marko, inching closer to Sharon.

Without a word, Charles positioned himself beside his mother, a protective wall. His mind sharpened like a blade as he sent a cold, deliberate message straight into Kurt's consciousness: '(If you touch my mother, I will turn your brain to mush)'

Kurt froze, eyes widening for a moment before darting away from Sharon. He didn't dare test Charles' threat, not yet.

The funeral wrapped up, and Charles turned to his mother. "Mom, we're moving to the main estate, right?"

"Yes," Sharon replied quietly, her voice heavy with grief. "Let's go."

As they made their way to the limousine, Kurt tried once more to approach Sharon. Before he could get too close, a sudden flurry of crows descended upon him, their beaks viciously pecking at his arms and face.

"Get away!" Kurt swatted at the birds, but they kept attacking relentlessly until Charles and Sharon disappeared from sight.

Inside the limo, Charles allowed himself a quiet chuckle, watching the chaos unfold through the eyes of one of the crows. 'Well done,' he thought, mentally praising the birds. '(Good work, everyone)'

In his mind, he issued another command to his animal allies, '(Prepare to migrate. We're leaving this state soon.)'

As the car cruised down the road, Sharon reached over to hold her son's hand. She glanced at him, eyes filled with sorrow. Charles appeared to be asleep, but he was far from resting.

Sharon's heart weighed heavy with her grief, her mind unable to let go of the unresolved murder of her husband. The investigation had gone cold, but the anger and determination in her eyes told a different story.

'I will find whoever killed my husband,' she silently vowed, gripping Charles' hand a little tighter.