Chapter 95-96: The Aura Between Kindred Spirits
Chapter 95-96: The Aura Between Kindred Spirits
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[Justice Faction: Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Wakanda Superhuman Academy, Future Foundation.]
[Villain Faction: Hellfire Academy, Red Room Academy, Doom Institute for Gifted Youth.]
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[Congratulations, Host! You have been placed in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.]
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Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, founded by Professor Charles Francis Xavier, is a sanctuary for young mutants.
On the bustling playground, laughter fills the air as children frolic, their youthful energy practically radiating through the atmosphere.
This place is a utopia for mutants.
In the eyes of human society, mutants are an outcast, a source of fear. Their extraordinary abilities often lead to rejection, even from their own families. More often than not, young mutants become targets of persecution.
With his psychic abilities, Charles foresaw the growing crisis for mutants. Using his powers, he located and rescued young mutants, bringing them to his school.
Allen pressed his face against the glass, distorting his expression as he looked down on the children with disdain.
"Tch, just a bunch of brats."
He was still dressed in a blue-and-white hospital gown.
One moment, he had been sleeping soundly—then, out of nowhere, he was plucked from his dreams and dropped into this unfamiliar setting.
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[Character]: Allen (3/10)
[Class]: Lv0 Priest
[Skills]
Embodiment of Light: 100% affinity with light-based elements.
Light of Healing Lv0: Fires a beam of light that heals the target's injuries.
[Time: 1973, Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.]
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"Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters?"
Allen stroked his chin, muttering to himself as he tried to recall relevant information.
"What kind of school is this? I've never even heard of it. Am I supposed to be a student or a teacher?"
"If I'm a student, my intelligence alone would make it impossible for anyone to teach me."
"If I'm a teacher… then wearing a black silk miniskirt would be embarrassing."
His thoughts drifted, and a faint blush crept up his cheeks.
Mental patients don't really go to school—most of what he knew came from watching videos.
Allen skulked to a classroom door and peeked inside, debating whether he should introduce himself as a teacher.
As he turned his head, his lips unexpectedly brushed against something soft.
A blonde girl with straight bangs, a leather jacket, and ripped fishnet stockings stood in front of him, covering her lips with her hand.
For a brief moment, their eyes locked. Both froze.
Allen shuddered, staring at her in a daze.
"Move," she said.
The girl sidestepped him and walked straight into the classroom.
Snapping back to reality, Allen murmured, "She likes me."
His mind wandered. He had already picked out names for their future children.
"I've decided to accept her love."
His expression turned serious, then darkened as he whispered ominously, "My damned charm."
With a dramatic flourish, he pushed open the classroom door.
Instantly, the students fell silent, staring at the hospital-gown-clad stranger with bewildered expressions.
Allen ignored their reactions and walked straight to the blonde girl's desk.
Hiss…
The sound of sharp intakes of breath echoed throughout the room. Every student wore a look of shock.
"Damn, American schools really are different—the chairs here are so soft."
Allen commented while testing the chair's softness, never once taking his eyes off the blonde girl.
"Hey!"
A hand tapped his shoulder. Allen turned to meet the gaze of a short-haired girl with smoky eye makeup.
"No wonder the chair was so soft—I was sitting on your lap."
"..."
The entire room collectively gasped.
Allen had just sat on the lap of Ellie Phimister—the undisputed queen of the school.
The name might not ring a bell, but Negasonic Teenage Warhead should.
A short-haired girl who could unleash explosive energy blasts. Known for her black lipstick. Also, she had an Asian girlfriend named Yukio.
Pfft…
The blonde girl chuckled at Allen's antics but quickly looked away when she saw him watching her.
When she glanced back, Allen was already sprawled across her desk in a "Lohan sleeping pose," legs propped up on Ellie's desk, body suspended midair.
Hiss…
Another round of gasps filled the room.
This lunatic was hitting on Magik.
Who the hell was he to mess with two of the school's biggest badasses right out the gate?
"Don't speak."
Allen placed a finger on his lips, looking at the blonde girl tenderly.
"I know you—your codename is Magik, real name Illyana Rasputin. I am your future husband. Our child's name is Edison—sounds pretty cool, doesn't it?"
"..."
A faint magical glow shimmered around Illyana's arm as she gathered energy.
A lunatic had just appeared out of nowhere, calling himself her future husband—who wouldn't be pissed?
"Alright, you little punks, get to your seats! Class is about to start!"
A strict voice interrupted their budding "romance."
"Hmm… a kindred spirit."
Allen turned to see a man with wavy blonde hair, clad in a red-and-black tight suit, standing at the podium.
The moment their eyes met, an unspoken understanding passed between them.
It was a mutual recognition—the kind only kindred spirits shared.
Allen spoke first.
"I saw your performance in Green Lantern—you portrayed an idiot perfectly."
The man in the ridiculous outfit was none other than the one-and-only, Deadpool, Wade Winston Wilson—the merc with a mouth.
"Whoa, hold up—you're not from around here?" Wade clutched his face in mock surprise.
Allen admitted, "Technically speaking, my hometown isn't local."
"What's your take on Marvel and DC heroes?" Wade asked solemnly.
"Marvel lacks class, DC is too edgy."
The moment Allen finished, Wade clapped enthusiastically.
"Couldn't agree more!"
"Let me introduce myself," Wade announced confidently. "I'm Deadpool—the most popular character in all of Marvel Comics."
"As expected of the man who breaks the fourth wall—I've heard great things about you."
Allen stepped forward, raising his hand for a high-five. Wade mirrored the motion.
Their hands met—fingers interlocked.
"I'm Allen, a mentally unstable time traveler equipped with a timeline-jumping system. This is my third timeline, and I believe I'm inside a novel." Allen introduced himself with utmost sincerity.
"Shit, this is obviously a comic, you psycho."
Wade immediately yanked his hand away, convinced Allen was seriously deranged.
"I can see the comment section," Allen said, staring at the ceiling.
Then, he began reading aloud.
"Magik as the female lead? No way—I want Diana as the lead!"
"Deadpool isn't funny at all. Allen is way funnier."
"Two lunatics meeting—how delightful!"
"This chapter is way too short!"
"Why X-Men? I wanted the Sorcerer Supreme timeline!"
"Author's reply: Short? My writing has always been this length."
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The students all shared the same thought.
"This school is doomed. Another lunatic has arrived."
(TN: Chapter 95 is announcement, so I didn't include it.)