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Chapter 310: You’re Not (BONUS)

Chapter 310: Chapter 310: You’re Not (BONUS)

The peaceful days didn’t seem to be ending anytime soon. During this period, Ethan had been steadily absorbing the mental energy Charles had transferred to him. This energy was exceptionally pure. After Ethan fully absorbed it, his magic power increased slightly.

Now, his mental world had become a vast expanse of water. The area symbolizing magic, represented by water, had already surpassed the landmass of six continents. At this rate, his magic power would soon become an ocean.

This was also his main short-term goal.

However, shortly after completing an enhancement, his magic power surged again, and the rapid boost made Ethan a little uneasy.

Since he opened his eyes in this new world and started a brand-new life, he had never experienced such rapid growth in such a short period. It made him a bit uncomfortable. He decided to slow down, take things a little easier, and avoid doing anything drastic like summoning Apocalypse just to test how strong he had become.

It wasn’t that he was worried, but he realized that he was beginning to look for trouble just to find something to do. That mentality wasn’t right.

The normal mindset should be not to fear conflict, perhaps even to make light of it, but not to create it. Wanting to unleash Apocalypse just for a battle would be no different from seeking death, especially upon further consideration.

Standing by the window of his room, he watched several young mutants playing games.

Since Charles had offered his mansion, the Gifted Youngsters Academy dedicated to educating mutants had formally begun preparation.

Currently, aside from self-studying various academic subjects, Erik was assisting Charles with preparations, including evaluating which of the young mutants might be qualified to become the academy’s first group of teachers.

Those who were qualified would be hired immediately, while the others would continue to be trained. Compared to standard academic courses, both Charles and Erik placed greater importance on the development and mastery of each student’s own abilities.

If, as a teacher, you couldn’t even control your own powers, what qualifications did you have to teach young mutants?

Fortunately, this group of young people could generally control their powers. Except for Alex, who often failed to properly control his shockwaves and caused accidental injuries, no one else had serious problems with losing control.

As for Alex, Ethan remembered that in the future, this guy would be able to release energy from his body freely and precisely, even with refined control over the output. That meant his current inability to control it was simply due to a lack of training. Like many mutants, out of fear, he had never tried to understand his powers. He only thought about suppressing and hiding them.

Of course, Alex no longer thought that way. Not to mention, Charles had specifically asked Ethan for advice.

"I’m a mage, not a mutant."

"But didn’t you say that mages are masters of energy control? Alex’s issue is that he can’t control the energy in his body. Isn’t that exactly your area of expertise?"

"It is my specialty, but I’m pretty sure I never said that to you."

"Maybe Logan told me?"

Ethan glanced at Charles beside him. Clearly, he had learned that from Logan’s memories. But it wasn’t a big deal. If Charles could entertain him with good food and drink in exchange for advice, Ethan didn’t mind.

What he didn’t expect was that Alex wasn’t the only one looking for pointers. Erik was also waiting in line. At the same time, several other young mutants had gathered as well, standing in a row, unclear whether they were here to learn or just watch.

Ethan looked around and saw that even Ada and Logan had joined the crowd. He could only sigh. Other than being speechless, he didn’t find anything wrong with it.

In any case, it was just teaching. There wasn’t much difference between teaching one person and teaching a group.

As for the questions Alex and Erik asked, Ethan could easily answer most of them.

Erik only had some technical questions about the finer details of energy control. After acquiring and developing his powers for over twenty years, his strength had steadily increased through self-training.

This time, he sought out Ethan just to clarify a few things he hadn’t figured out.

If it were other subjects—say, quantum mechanics—Ethan wouldn’t be able to help. But when it came to better controlling energy, he did have some authority.

As for Alex, his biggest issue was a total lack of understanding of his own power. He hadn’t devoted any time or effort to practice, and it wasn’t easy to control such overwhelming power without training.

The simplest method would be to install a limiter on his body to restrict his energy output. Once he could perfectly control the limited output, they could gradually increase the threshold until he mastered his full power.

It was a crude method, but very effective.

As for the actual design and production of such a device, that was Hank the Beast’s problem. Ethan didn’t need to waste time or energy on that.

Then Ethan casually gave a suggestion. For example, the high-energy output from Alex didn’t need to be released in that usual "hula hoop" style. He could try using his hands as channels to release the energy more steadily.

Using specific gestures or methods to release power could help enhance energy control.

With this direction, Alex began to work harder. But seeing results wouldn’t happen overnight. At that moment, Moira, who had been away for a while, suddenly returned—with several unfamiliar individuals.

Ethan glanced over and guessed that the leader was probably a representative of some group or a politician interested in Charles. Either way, Ethan had no interest.

He had already told Charles plenty, and with memories of the future to reference, Charles should be able to make the right decision.

Even if Charles made the same choices as in the "previous life," Ethan wouldn’t care.

Right now, Erik had not yet parted ways with Charles. Even if Charles sometimes showed signs of being "soft," Erik would bring enough toughness to the table to make others understand the attitude of these two still-young but very powerful mutants.

What surprised him was that the visitor seemed especially interested in him?

Me?

Moira nodded. The female agent had come specifically to find Ethan. In fact, this meeting with Ethan was one of the most important goals this time.

She didn’t know how to explain it to Ethan. Although she had repeatedly emphasized to her boss and some higher-ups that he wasn’t a mutant, they still insisted on labeling him as one.

Tsk.

Ethan shook his head helplessly. In a world where everyone with powers was a mutant and no other types of special beings existed, it wasn’t surprising that someone like him with unique powers would be mistaken for a mutant.

Following Moira into a special reception room, Ethan found that there was no one else present except Charles, Erik, and a middle-aged white man, about fifty years old.

Moira introduced him specifically: this was Senator David Brickman.

David Brickman was very friendly. He didn’t put on airs despite Ethan’s appearance. He stood up, shook hands with Ethan, and gave a perfect, friendly smile.

"Hello, Mr. Senator. You can call me Ethan."

After a brief introduction, the door of the reception room was closed, leaving only five people, including Moira.

Regardless of what the senator was planning, at least his current attitude was very friendly. There were no bodyguards or security staff. This attitude satisfied both Erik and Charles. It showed that the senator truly trusted them.

Ethan didn’t care either. He was simply curious about what this man wanted. That was all.

While Brickman discussed the issue of mutants with Erik and Charles, Ethan stayed quiet, pretending to be uninterested. He listened to their conversation attentively but didn’t speak.

Brickman, who had remained friendly throughout, eventually noticed that Ethan hadn’t said a word and asked for his opinion.

"Mr. Senator, it’s enough to discuss the mutant issue with these two. After all, I’m not a mutant." Ethan once again emphasized his identity. "If you want to talk about things like parallel universes, I’d be happy to help clarify your doubts."

Brickman knew that Moira’s report had mentioned multiple times that this young man named Ethan wasn’t a mutant but claimed to be a magician from another universe. His powers weren’t derived from mutant genes, but from magic.

Of course, most people treated this as a joke and thought this young man was just a liar using his powers to deceive others.

How could something as unscientific as magic exist?

But David Brickman had come here to make friends with these mutants and even recruit them as political assets. Going along with what they said wouldn’t offend anyone, right? Maybe this young man really believed his powers were magic. That wasn’t impossible.

The moment Ethan saw the man’s expression, he understood immediately—this guy hadn’t listened to his explanation at all and had simply forced him into the category of mutants based on his own preconceived notions.

Might as well add a label of "Suspected Mental Issues" while he’s at it.

(To be continued.)