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We were currently in my warehouse, the safest place for me and the biggest nightmare for my enemies. It had tens of defensive spells cast on it, including intent-based spells so that whoever has ill will against me will not be able to enter.

Along with that, the place was filled with a lot of stuff I invented during my stay, it was not something overly powerful, but the quantity was enough to call this place my small army,

Self-sufficient Robes that live a life of their own, Wooden transfigured monkeys that have a knack for pulling your hairs, hundreds of small Conujured Little elf-like things that will do what I say.

All these things weren't alive, they were merely an amalgam of tens of spells mixed. Kind of like a program made up of smaller programs.

While I was starting to lose myself in my own world, I heard a cough , I saw Jean who was awkwardly standing while the magical robes were looking at her as if she were something alien.

"Shoo shoo, get away from her, you little crows" yeah that's what I call me

They are black, they stare at you for hours like a creep, hence they are crows.

"Wh-what is this place?!" asked Jean as I led her through the warehouse into one of the rooms, the Cozy room, the resting room, whatever you wanna call it.

We sat down and I clapped my hands, causing Jean to look at me weirdly until a magical floating jug came floating along with two glasses, Apple juice is the best.

She was surprised by all the weird things she saw in this place, "So you are a wizard Mr Magic"

"Huh!" I looked at her stunned

"A-Ah, it's what my friends and everyone else in the neighbourhood calls you, Mr Magic"

Hmm, nice name, I think I will accept that.

"Yeah, I am a magician"

After the initial surprise of what she saw settled, she finally came back to reality and asked me

"Do you know who the was that attacked my house, he said something about me being superior something?" she asked me, I could see she was visibly upset and a little shaken

"His name is Magneto, He is a mutant supremacist who thinks that Humans are below him and wants the mutants to rule that world"

"What are mutants, Am I also like him, Like you!?"

She asked me I'm surprised, guess you do become shocked after learning that there is a super-powered Natzi wannabe out in the fields looking for you.

"Well, I am not a mutant, or as I like to call it, a meta-human." I let that sink in for a moment then continued

"As for what a mutant is, there are several theories but the truth is that mutants are just humans that are born with an X-gene that activates through various means giving the said human various kinds of benefits or in some cases disabilities," I told her, as I gestured for the jug to fill her glass again.

She thanked me and I continued, "Now there are two groups among the mutants, one that believes in coexistence, another that believes in Domination, You were approached by the latter while the former was being wrecked because he came to stop the latter from brainwashing you"

I told her all I knew about the mutants and the two main groups, let's just hope that what I told her is the truth and this version of Charles is not some dohchbag who just wants an Army and is a nice guy, I will keep guard until I am clear about his intention.

I just hope he doesn't try and read my mind the first thing he sees me. After I told her all about me, I decided to take her back, maybe the fight has been concluded.

With a quick look I knew that the fight was over, now that I think about it, why aren't the mutants widely known even after such destruction, this surely isn't the first they have fought, is Charles behind this.

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