DC/Marvel: This Guy is Insane

In the Headmaster's Office, a heated debate was raging over Alan's future at the school. Many of the X-Men's core members insisted on upholding the school's founding principle: only mutants. They believed that mutants were a distinct species, not to be conflated with humans. However, a significant number of students argued that Alan was a hero who had saved the school and deserved to be honored.

The two factions were locked in an angry standoff. Charles, caught in the middle, furrowed his brow, waiting for them to calm down. He valued Alan's healing ability greatly and knew that superpowers weren't solely derived from the X-gene. Yet, he couldn't easily break the school's established rules.

Alan, seemingly unfazed by the argument, eyed an electric wheelchair. He glanced at Professor X, guessing that Charles's ability to walk was due to Beast's serum, which came at the cost of weakening his psychic powers. Of course, a simple antidote could restore Charles to his full power, making him a terrifying Level 5 mutant when combined with Cerebro. Currently, Jean Grey was the only other registered Level 5 mutant.

Only Alan and Charles knew the truth. Even Jean Grey herself was unaware of her full potential, believing she possessed only telepathy and energy projection.

At that moment, Alan climbed into the electric wheelchair and sped out into the hallway.

"Tsk…" Charles made a sound but didn't stop him. He was trying to come up with a good excuse for Alan's behavior. Jean Grey, meanwhile, firmly sided with upholding the rules. After two failed attempts at breakfast, the "little Phoenix" was in no mood to be lenient. Ororo, however, argued for Alan to stay, not only because of his value but because she felt it was morally wrong to abandon a madman.

"Grand Theft Auto, drifting in place!" Alan yelled, having no interest in the discussion. He spent a few minutes mastering the electric wheelchair, expertly speeding through the hallway. "I'm so wild! I can even drive on one wheel!"

The wheelchair tilted, balanced on a single wheel, Alan perfectly maintaining his balance. Just then, Logan opened a door, intending to call Alan in and let him defend himself. Logan rather enjoyed the Eastern-style breakfast and couldn't go back to the cafeteria's free offerings.

"I'm Superman!"

Logan opened the door to see Alan lying prone in the wheelchair, his body rigid, one fist thrust forward in a flying pose. Logan promptly closed the door, deciding it was safer to let the others handle the situation.

BANG!

The wheelchair slammed into an invisible barrier—a translucent energy shield that had appeared out of nowhere in the hallway. Seeing this, Alan quickly righted himself in the wheelchair, his expression turning serious. He remembered that this was how Apocalypse's teleportation worked in the movies.

Indeed, once the energy shield vanished, the ancient mutant Apocalypse, accompanied by two of his Horsemen, visited the school.

"Who are you?" Psylocke, one of Apocalypse's Horsemen, instinctively drew her katana as she looked at Alan in the wheelchair.

"I'm Professor X," Alan said, maintaining a smile. "I'm sorry, but this school doesn't accept adult students."

"…" Who the hell said we were here for school? Do we look like students to you?

Meanwhile, the X-Men in Charles's office sensed a powerful surge of mutant energy and immediately rushed into the hallway. On one side stood Apocalypse, Psylocke, and Archangel. On the other, Professor X and the X-Men. They stood facing each other, a confrontation imminent.

Charles, ever cautious in his own school, did not want a repeat of the explosion from two days ago, especially with so many students present.

"I haven't come here to fight today," Apocalypse declared. "I am merely warning you not to interfere with my grand endeavor." Apocalypse spoke with a heavy accent. Having originated from the First Dynasty of Egypt, his language had undergone numerous changes over millennia. His modern speech was learned from black-and-white television.

The X-Men's recent mission had been to track Apocalypse, and there had been a brief skirmish. Fortunately, Apocalypse had been trapped underground for thousands of years and needed time to recover his full strength. He could also sense a formidable presence among the X-Men.

Charles kept trying to subtly signal Alan to come back. He knew that only Jean Grey could potentially defeat Apocalypse, but her powers were unstable, and there was a risk of mutual annihilation.

Alan, however, looked at Apocalypse with eager anticipation. "Boss, if you're building an empire, can I join you?"

The X-Men collectively winced. He's insane! Can't he tell friend from foe?

"Welcome," Apocalypse agreed instantly. He had just awakened and was in need of allies. Anyone who pledged loyalty was accepted. "I will build a mutant nation, and any mutant is welcome to join." Apocalypse extended an olive branch to the X-Men. Through satellite networks, he had already gained an understanding of the current global situation. He dismissed the world's nations as insignificant, believing he could easily neutralize any of their technological creations. He was, however, wary of other superpowered entities, such as the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj.... The X-Men remained unmoved, knowing that Apocalypse's actions would lead to the mutants' destruction.

"Building a nation sounds challenging, but I like it!" Alan's eyes sparkled with excitement. He decided to throw his lot in with Apocalypse. Frankly, staying at the school had been incredibly boring.

Seeing the X-Men's unwillingness, Apocalypse used his teleportation ability. An energy shield enveloped the four of them. Charles watched them leave, taking Alan with them. To his dismay, Alan had also taken his wheelchair.

In an instant, they were back at Apocalypse's temporary base.

"Teleportation is really something, isn't it?" Alan said, maneuvering the wheelchair around the dilapidated base. He understood that in the early stages of building an empire, resources and manpower would be scarce.

"Are you disabled?" Apocalypse asked curiously.

Alan's face instantly shifted to one of apprehension. "You're not going to discriminate against me, are you?"

"No," Apocalypse replied, his voice concise, in the manner of a powerful leader.

"I knew I followed the right person!" Alan exclaimed, excitedly standing up from his wheelchair. "I knew Boss wasn't some vulgar villain who discriminates against the mentally unwell!"

"…"

A long silence followed. Apocalypse couldn't utter a word. He had thought Alan was physically disabled, but it turned out he was mentally disabled. He was truly beyond help. Apocalypse possessed an ability to stimulate others' latent healing abilities, but it did not extend to mental illnesses.

"What are your powers?" Apocalypse asked, still unaware that Alan wasn't a mutant. How could a transmigrator who had physically crossed timelines possess the X-gene? That would truly be bizarre.

Alan sat back in his wheelchair, raised a hand, and declared, "Ray of Humiliating Failure!"

Healing Light manifested as a white beam, striking Apocalypse. Instantly, Apocalypse's face registered surprise as he felt his body respond. A healing mutant! This was an unexpected and welcome discovery. Such abilities were exceedingly rare. Archangel, one of Apocalypse's Horsemen, possessed healing properties in his white feathers, but it was only effective on those with similar avian mutations, making it largely impractical.

"Very good." Apocalypse extended a hand and seemingly gripped the air. "Let me help you unleash your full potential."

"No!" Alan cried.

The next second, Alan squirmed in his wheelchair, his face flushed, his legs clamped together, and his hands gripping the back of his head as he let out a series of moans and groans.

Huh? Was that reaction really necessary? Psylocke and Archangel's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Psylocke had barely felt anything when her powers were enhanced, and Archangel's transformation into metallic wings had been quite painful. But this madman seemed to be enjoying it? Even Apocalypse was puzzled. He hadn't sensed any change in Alan. He reached out with his other hand, doubling the power of his enhancement.

"Aah… hah… hiss…" Alan writhed, arching his back, sticking out his tongue, and rolling his eyes back, as if about to ascend to heaven.

Pfft…

"Phew… Finally, out!"

Alan released a loud fart, then slumped back in his wheelchair, as if he had just fought an eight-hundred-round battle. Apocalypse, meanwhile, stared at his hands in disbelief, wondering if his powers had atrophied. All that effort, just for a fart. If it had actually worked, that would have been a problem.

"Boss," Alan explained with a straight face, "my X-gene is probably just really shy. It's a recessive gene." That made sense. Perhaps he had encountered a once-in-a-million-year anomaly.

Putting the matter aside, Apocalypse motioned for everyone to sit down. "I still lack one Horseman."

The Four Horsemen of Apocalypse were supposed to be Archangel, Psylocke, Storm, and Magneto. However, Storm was an X-Man, and Magneto was the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants, so they wouldn't join Apocalypse. Choosing the last Horseman was proving difficult. The X-Men had clearly refused, and he couldn't recruit anyone from their ranks. And looking at the Brotherhood of Mutants, most of them were utterly pathetic. Magneto didn't care who he recruited, as long as they were mutants. As for the Hellfire Club, while elite, they were too unified and focused on international crimes to care about a newly awakened Apocalypse. He couldn't find a suitable candidate.... "Why don't you try recruiting from a job website? Wade did it, and he even managed to recruit aliens! Just title it 'Weather Report Team!'" Alan suggested confidently.

He's insane, Archangel and Psylocke thought. Why did we ever recruit this madman?

"It's worth a try," Apocalypse said.

At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

The students had been protesting for half the day. Charles finally emerged to clarify the situation. When he announced that Alan had joined a villainous organization, everyone looked at him suspiciously, as if he were lying.

"We don't believe you! Give us back Alan!"

Wade stood atop a statue, holding a sign, inciting the crowd. "Alan is already mentally ill, and you're still bullying him? You don't deserve to be heroes, you despicable X-Men!"

"Wade, see for yourself." Charles pressed his fingers to his temple and telepathically transferred his memories to Wade. Wade saw Alan eagerly joining Apocalypse's ranks and stood there stunned.

"I don't believe it. I need to ask him myself." With that, Wade jumped off the statue and stormed out of the school, determined to confront Alan.

(End of Chapter)

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