DC/Marvel: This Guy is Insane

'The available timelines are as follows:'

'Justice camp: Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Wakanda Superpower Academy, Future Foundation.'

'Evil Camps: Hellfire School, Red House Academy, Doom's School for Gifted Youngsters.'

'Selection timed out. Random assignment in progress.'

'Congratulations to the host for choosing Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.'

…

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters is a school founded by Professor X, Charles Francis Xavier, that specifically accepts mutants.

In the noisy playground, the teenagers wore innocent smiles on their faces and had fun, as if the air was filled with the scent of hormones. This was the mutants' paradise. Mutants were a group not recognized by human society and were even feared. They possessed abilities beyond common sense, which often caused their families and even society as a whole to become hostile towards them. Often, children and teenagers who were inexperienced in the world became the victims of persecution. Charles, who possessed psychic abilities, realized that a crisis was brewing among the mutant community, so he used his abilities to locate underage mutants and brought them back to his school one by one.

Alan pressed his face against the glass, his features distorted by the pressure, and looked at the young mutants with disdain. "Tsk, a bunch of little brats." He was still wearing the blue and white hospital gown. He had been sleeping soundly just moments ago, but suddenly he had been thrown into the air and landed in an unfamiliar scene.

…

[Character]: Alan (3/10)

[Profession]: Level 0 Priest

[Skill]

Incarnation of Light: Affinity for light elements 100%.

Healing Light lv0: Shoots out a beam of light to heal the target's injuries.

[Time]: 1973, Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.

…

"Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters?" Alan stroked his chin, constantly recalling relevant information, and muttered, "What kind of school is this? I've never heard of it. Should I be a student or a teacher?"

"As for being a student, with my intelligence and talent, it's hard for anyone to teach me."

"As a teacher, it would be embarrassing to wear a short black skirt."

As he thought about it, Alan couldn't help but blush. It seemed that a mentally ill person had never actually attended school, having learned everything from videos.

Alan sneaked to the door of a classroom, looked at the noisy students, and considered whether to make his grand entrance as a teacher. When he turned around, his lips touched something soft. In front of him was a girl with blonde bangs, a leather jacket, and ripped fishnet stockings, her hand covering her lips. Inadvertently, their lips had touched, and they stood there, staring at each other.

Alan shuddered and stared at the other person in a daze for a long time.

"Make way." The girl brushed past Alan and walked straight into the classroom. Coming back to his senses, Alan said to himself, "She likes me." While lost in thought, he had already mentally named their future children.

"I decided to accept her love." Alan's expression was serious, even gradually becoming gloomy. He said sinisterly, "My damn charm."

He turned around and pushed open the classroom door with both hands. Suddenly, the students fell silent, looking at the stranger in the hospital gown with strange expressions. Alan paid no attention to their gazes and walked straight to the desk next to the blonde girl.

Hiss…

The sound of someone taking a deep breath was clearly audible, and all the students' eyes were filled with shock.

"Schools in the United States are different. The chairs are so soft," Alan muttered, never taking his eyes off the girl. He squatted on the chair to test its softness.

"Hello!" Suddenly feeling someone patting his shoulder, Alan turned around and met the eyes of a neutral-looking girl with a buzz cut and smoky makeup.

"No wonder it's so soft. You don't mind if I sit on your lap."

"…"

The reason why everyone gasped was that Alan had, without preamble, sat on the lap of the school's notorious enforcer, Ellie Phimister, as soon as he entered the room. You might not recognize the name, but you've surely heard of Negasonic Teenage Warhead. To be more precise, she was a buzz-cut girl who could release energy shockwaves, liked to wear black lipstick, and had an Asian girlfriend named Yukio.

Phew…

The blonde girl couldn't help but sneer when she saw Alan's strange behavior, but she quickly turned her head away when she found him looking at her. When she looked back, she was shocked to see Alan lying on his desk in a sleeping position, with his legs propped on Ellie's desk and his body suspended in the air.

Hiss…

Another collective gasp of cool air. This guy was flirting with the second-most dangerous girl in school, 'Magik.' Who was he, so utterly insane, to provoke two unprovokable school bullies the moment he arrived?

"Don't talk." Alan put his finger on his lips and said gently, "I know you. Your codename is Secret Agent, and your real name is Illyana Rasputina. I am your future husband. Our child will be named Addison. Isn't that a very fashionable name?"

"…"

Illyana's right arm glowed with light, as if gathering magical energy. If a madman suddenly showed up and claimed to be her future husband, anyone would be furious.

"Little bastards, return to your seats immediately and get ready for class now!" A stern rebuke interrupted Alan, who was about to continue his romantic overture.

"Hmm... the smell of my own kind." Alan stood up and looked back, seeing a man with big, wavy blond hair and a red and black suit sitting on the podium. At that moment, they looked at each other and fell into silence as if they had a telepathic connection. It was a kind of mutual appreciation among masters.

Alan was the first to speak. "I've seen you play Green Lantern, and you played the role of a mentally challenged person to perfection."

The man wearing a blond wig and pretending to be a teacher was none other than Wade Winston Wilson, the Deadpool who makes you want to sew his mouth shut.

"What the f**k! You're not from around here?" Wade said in surprise, holding his face in his hands.

Alan admitted frankly, "Strictly speaking, my hometown is not local."

"What do you think of Marvel and DC heroes?" Wade asked seriously.

"Marvel has no quality; DC is very dark." When Alan gave his answer, Wade couldn't help but clap his hands, expressing his agreement with the point of view.

"Let me introduce myself." Wade said confidently, "I'm Deadpool, the most popular character in Marvel Comics."

"As expected of a man who breaks the fourth wall. Seeing is believing." Alan stepped forward and raised his hand for a high-five, and Wade raised his hand in response. The two people clasped hands.

"I'm Alan, a mentally ill time traveler with my own time-traveling system. I'm currently experiencing the third timeline. I think this should be in the world of novels," Alan introduced himself solemnly.

"Shit, it's obviously a cartoon, you psycho." After saying that, Wade shook off Alan's hand, suddenly feeling that the other person was seriously ill.

"I can see the barrages." Alan looked up at the ceiling seriously and recited to himself:

"I don't agree with Mysterio being the heroine. I want to see Diana as the heroine."

"Deadpool is not funny at all. Alan is the funniest."

"It's a good thing that two crazy people meet."

"Who will read this? The author is really short-sighted."

"Why X-Men? I want to see the Sorcerer Supreme timeline."

"The author replied, what's missing? I didn't have it in the first place."

…

All the students shared the same thought: I can't stay in this crappy school anymore. Here comes another lunatic.

(End of Chapter)

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