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Dad's abilities are getting flashier by the day.
Charles stroked his chin as he looked at Mike, his heart brimming with anticipation.
Mike spread the blueprints on the ground, channeling the chakra within him. His hands moved quickly through a series of seals, and then he bit his thumb.
A twitch formed at the corner of his eye.
He hadn't drawn blood…
This was awkward.
Charles: still expecting.
Mike placed his finger to his mouth again and bit down with the force to break steel…
Still nothing.
Mike's mouth twitched slightly.
Charles: still confused.
Mike took a deep breath, unable to stop himself from grumbling internally: "Damn it, who came up with this jutsu? Why does it need blood as a medium?"
"Dad, what's wrong?"
Charles looked at Mike with growing confusion.
Mike took a deep breath, forced a smile, and said, "Nothing."
With that, he again summoned chakra and performed the seals. A red light flashed in his eyes, and two fine beams of heat vision burst forth, slicing a cut into his hand. Pressing his palm to the blueprints on the ground, he activated the technique.
Earth Release: Willed Transformation!
In the next moment, mysterious black patterns appeared across the blueprints.
Seeing this, Mike finally let out a sigh of relief.
His chakra continued to drain steadily, and he felt a connection form between himself and the earth beneath his feet.
The land under the estate began to shift and change under the effect of the jutsu, taking shape just like the design on the blueprint.
Charles stood by, watching Mike, silently waiting.
Several minutes later, Mike stood up and said, "It's done."
The manifested power vanished the moment Mike rose.
"It's done?"
Charles blinked, his face full of disbelief.
He just squatted there for a bit… and it's already done?
He'd been waiting for Mike to do something flashy—but that was it?
Mike raised an eyebrow. "Don't believe me?"
"No!" Charles shook his head quickly. "I just can't believe it."
"If you don't believe me, go check."
Mike pressed the blueprint to Charles's chest and said, "According to the markings, you should be able to find the entrance."
Still full of doubt, Charles looked at the blueprint, then ran into the building, heading to the spot marked on the design.
Sure enough, there was an entrance.
Excited, he ran back to his office, grabbed a flashlight, and rushed inside.
Moments later, he emerged, face alight with joy, and shouted to Mike, "This is incredible!"
"Dad! How did you do it?"
"By squatting."
Charles: "…"
"All done, right? I'm heading back."
Mike spoke casually and was about to leave when Charles suddenly grabbed him, grinning with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Hey, Dad, that was amazing. Could you help me out with one more thing?"
"What now?"
"The underground space is excavated, but it's all just dirt and stone down there—it could collapse!"
"Then build it quickly and—don't look at me like that."
Charles continued staring at Mike with a pleading and worshipful gaze.
Mike smacked his forehead, exasperated. "If you weren't my son, I'd kick you right now. You're so annoying!"
It was supposed to just be space expansion—now he had to do the finishing work too?
Charles chuckled sheepishly and said, "We've got to keep things down there secret."
"Once the construction crew is done, you can just erase their memories with your power, problem solved."
"But… a project this big would cost a lot, right?!"
More importantly, it would save a lot of time.
Mike froze for a second.
He had a point…
He didn't have much money left—barely enough to buy seven or eight more estates. He wasn't even sure that'd be enough for all the kids…
Seeing Mike hesitate, Charles quickly added, "I already bought all the materials—they're piled on the grass by the little lake!"
"Fine, I'll go take a look…"
Mike rubbed his temples and walked over.
Charles trotted along enthusiastically behind.
Piles upon piles of... steel beams and steel plates?
But when Mike saw these so-called materials, he shot Charles a suspicious glance.
"You planned this from the start, didn't you?"
"No way!"
Charles shook his head vigorously.
Mike raised his hand and smacked Charles on the head, chuckling as he shook his own. Two cards appeared in his hand once more.
Name: Magneto
Character Info: A powerful mutant with control over magnetism.
Note: I love a grand spectacle!
The cards vanished, and a phantom figure appeared.
Arms spread wide, helmeted, and wearing a cold, stern expression, the figure stared straight ahead.
The illusion flashed and disappeared before Charles could get a clear look.
Then, glowing card particles reappeared, and a swirling portal opened before Mike, leading directly to the newly excavated underground space.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the steel materials rose into the air, forming a torrent of metal that surged through the portal. Under Mike's control, they began to reinforce the underground structure.
Charles watched the scene, beaming with joy, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He could already imagine the dumbfounded expressions of Hank McCoy and Ororo tomorrow.
Moments later, Mike dispersed the manifested power, and the portal vanished into glowing particles as the summon time ended.
"Dad, thank—"
Whoosh!
Mike shot into the sky and disappeared in a flash. The wind from his takeoff blew Charles off his feet.
Charles climbed up from the ground, spitting out a mouthful of dry grass with a look of frustration.
He felt… completely abandoned.
Heartbroken? Yeah, right!
Just thinking about the completed underground space made him grin from ear to ear.
Next, once lighting, ventilation, and other basic infrastructure were set up, he and Hank McCoy could begin building the Cerebro machine.
That would require a professional construction team—and strict confidentiality.
But when it came to secrecy...
Just like his father said, for him, that was the easiest part.
...
January 12th, Clear Skies
Morning.
"Gwen, time to go!"
Mike picked up Gwen's backpack and called up to her from downstairs.
"Coming!"
Gwen replied as she ran down the stairs, her footsteps echoing.
Wearing the mushroom-shaped hairclip Charles had given her, Gwen fussed with her clothes, then looked at Mike nervously. "Dad, how do I look?"
"You look beautiful."
"Phew!"
Patting her chest, Gwen smiled sweetly. "Let's go!"
Today was her first day of school, and she was determined to make a great impression.
Driving her to her new school, Mike walked Gwen all the way to her classroom door before leaving.
Gwen had wanted to take the school bus, but there was no way Mike would let her go alone on her very first day.
After leaving the school and returning home, Mike's phone suddenly rang.
Glancing at the caller ID, he raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Peggy Carter.
"Mike! We're short on people. You in?"
A voice, seasoned with age but still pleasing to the ear, came through the receiver.
(End of Chapter)