Chapter 97: Allen’s Mindscape

Chapter 97: Allen's Mindscape

"Who is he?"

Storm, her white hair cascading over her shoulders, walked into the classroom clutching a textbook.

She saw Wade once again pretending to be a teacher—this time, with a completely unfamiliar man staring at the ceiling.

"Step back. He's a lunatic, and I'm treating him."

Wade yanked off his wig and immediately drew his twin pistols, aiming them at Allen. "Hands on your head, squat down, or prepare to embrace my love bullets."

"Shit, I knew it! You just want to kill me and take over as the main character of this book."

Allen lifted his shirt and slapped his belly, speaking with a spicy accent. "Come on, I've got divine protection—blades and bullets can't hurt me, you hear? Come at me! What, you scared?!"

"I'll really shoot."

"With this many people around? Do it!"

"You think I won't?"

Click-clack! Wade chambered a round.

"Back when they experimented on me, I was cracking jokes with my lead doctor. Cut the bullshit—just do it!"

Allen had lifted his hospital gown above his chest, even revealing a marker hidden under his armpit.

"Enough! This is a school!"

Storm—Ororo Munroe—had had enough of these two maniacs messing around. She snapped, "Either get out yourselves, or I'll throw you out."

As she spoke, her eyes turned white, her hair lifted despite the lack of wind, and electricity crackled between her fingertips as a gust began to form.

Allen and Wade both turned to her and immediately began their commentary.

"If this were a movie, she'd barely get any screen time. The special effects budget would be way too high. If I were the director, I'd kill her off first," Allen analyzed seriously.

"Agreed. Someone like me—full of personality and pure, practical combat skills—is the real fan-favorite deserving of a solo film," Wade boasted.

"You already got two solo movies. The third one isn't even out yet. I saw some Western... 'romantic action films' featuring an actress who looked like her. I skipped through them—her expressions were way too fake."

"Marvel Studios must be desperate, moving into adult films now."

"That was all unauthorized content. I kept getting security warnings when I logged onto those sites from my doctor's computer. But being the genius I am, I just ignored them."

"…"

For the first time, Wade felt this guy might actually be more unhinged than him.

Suddenly, Allen's eyes rolled back, and his entire body collapsed to the ground.

"Get out of my head, or I'll blow my own brains out."

Wade pointed his gun at his own temple, warning Professor X to cease his psychic intrusion.

"Alright, I'll be right there."

Holstering his weapons, Wade picked up the unconscious Allen and carried him away.

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Inside Allen's Mindscape

Professor Charles Xavier, as part of his routine telepathic surveillance of the school, had noticed the commotion in the classroom.

The sudden appearance of an unfamiliar individual naturally put him on alert.

With government suppression of mutants being a constant concern, Charles had to stay vigilant. Mutant abilities held immense research value—if weaponized, they could alter the balance of power in war.

However, the moment he entered Allen's mind, Charles realized something was wrong.

Normally, in an ordinary person's consciousness, he could assume control instantly, reshaping the mental landscape at will.

But now, all he saw was an endless expanse of white.

Ahead of him stood a white wall. No matter how much he advanced, the distance between them never closed past five meters.

A single window was set in the wall. From it, a peculiar, jittery young man poked his head out, staring at him.

They locked eyes for a few seconds.

Before Charles could say anything, the young man spoke first.

"What are you so worried about, huh?"

Allen flashed a mischievous grin. "Don't tell me... you're into me?"

"…"

For a moment, Charles was utterly speechless, scrambling for words to calm the situation.

"Oops! No peeking, no peeking!"

Allen ducked below the window, only to pop back up. "Ooooh~ my dear, I'm right in front of you. Do I remind you of the good old days? Nope! No peeking for you! Hehe!"

"…"

"Ah-ha! You saw me, but you can't have me! Hahaha!"

"…"

"Oh no, my left shoe's untied. Excuse me for a moment."

"…"

"Hahaha, fooled you! I'm wearing slippers! Oops, now my right shoe's untied! Hold on again!"

"…"

"Still joking! Right foot's in a slipper too! Surprised? Shocked?"

"I can teleport too! Zoom! Can't see me! Zoom! Can see me again! Zoom zoom zoom!"

Charles clenched his fists.

This guy…

He was even more unbearable than Deadpool.

For the first time, Charles had the urge to break someone's mind.

But the problem was—he couldn't.

That white wall acted like an impenetrable fortress. With his current strength, he couldn't breach it.

It made sense, though. Allen had two fully mastered professions, and his mental power was twenty-four times that of an ordinary person, making his psychic resistance astronomically high.

"Too fast for you? Can't keep up?!"

"Come on, call me handsome! Stroke my ego a little! Do it! If you don't, I won't let you look at me anymore!"

"Whew! Zoom! Doesn't matter if you say it—I'm still handsome!"

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Headmaster's Office

Charles sat slumped in his chair, blood trickling from his nose.

He was panting, looking utterly drained.

"I underestimated him… His mind is pure psychological pollution."

He silently warned himself: unless absolutely necessary, he must never enter that lunatic's mind again.

It was too damaging.

His nosebleed was proof enough.

Bang!

Wade kicked the door open and swaggered in with Allen slung over his shoulder.

"Got him. Want me to put him down for good?" Wade tossed Allen onto the floor and smirked. "Relax, I'm a professional. I guarantee not even a corpse will be left."

"Oh, you heartless man! Just moments ago, we were so close, and now you want to kill me? You're cruel, shameless, and unreasonable!"

Allen had woken up the moment Charles withdrew from his mind—he'd just been playing dead.

"You should try burning at the stake. I did once—highly recommend it." Wade nodded seriously, reminiscing about his past suicide attempts.

Though he couldn't feel pain, the experience had stuck with him.

"Alright, come on, big boy."

Allen sprawled out on the floor, arms and legs spread, eyes closed in anticipation.

"Get up, I need to ask you something."

Charles couldn't bear to watch them anymore. Just standing near these two made his scalp tingle.

"Say it, Prince Charming!" Allen refused to get up unless spoken to properly.

"Prince Charming, please get up."

Wade played along instinctively.

He had no idea why he said it—but not saying it just felt wrong.

"Alrighty then!"

Allen sprang to his feet with a perfect kip-up, dramatically tossing his hair. He looked around the room and sighed in relief.

"Good, no mirrors. I almost fainted from my own beauty."

Ugh…

Wade leaned against the wall, pretending to gag.

"Oh no!" Allen gasped. "Little Wade's experiencing morning sickness from seeing me! Good thing I can't see my own face."

At this point, Charles genuinely considered making himself deaf.

"Please, sit down."

"Don't mind if I do."

Allen sat upright in the chair, eyes darting around suspiciously.

He looked anything but intelligent.