The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 272 Yang Le is a brick, he can be moved wherever he is needed
It’s called an office, but it’s just a small wooden house. It’s not very big and can only fit a wooden bed, a table, a chair, and a crooked cabinet.

If there is anything special about that place, it is that there are many potted plants outside Magneto's cabin, with various flowers planted in them. Although it is messy, it is colorful and has a unique charm. The "flower pots" that hold the flowers are also varied, and there is even a pair of worn leather shoes.

Yang Le was attracted by this strange sight and started to watch. After saying that he didn't need to eat, Magneto asked him to go to his office and wait for him. He would finish his meal as soon as possible and then come over.

So Yang Le, who had nothing to do, could only look at these peculiar potted plants to relieve his boredom. It must be said that although they were just some wild flowers, they were well taken care of.

“These were given by the children in the village.”

A majestic voice came, and Yang Le turned around and saw Magneto standing behind him, looking at him with a smile. The smiling Magneto was a Marvel wonder.

"They always say that the principal's house should be special, so they found a lot of flowers to decorate my house." Magneto naturally walked to Yang Le's side, leaned over to check the condition of the flowers, and a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes.

"It's not easy to keep these little guys alive. It's strange that these wildflowers that are not properly removed in the wild are so difficult to grow after being carefully cared for."

"If you want, I can let them crawl all over your house." Yang Le said with a smile.

Magneto laughed dumbly. He shook his head and said, "No, let's just maintain the status quo, right, Harpy? Can I call you that?"

"Of course, Mr. Principal." Yang Le nodded.

"It seems that you like your position very much. You get into the state so quickly." Magneto nodded with satisfaction.

Magneto looked at Yang Le, or to be more precise, at the disguise on Yang Le.

"Harpy, I know you've suffered a lot of cruelty in the outside world, but here you only have companions. No one will look at you strangely. Here you don't need to wear this skin imposed on you by outsiders."

Magneto placed his hand on Yang Le's shoulder and continued, "I can't guarantee anything else, but you can have a good sleep here."

Yang Le looked at the man in front of him. There was no doubt that the owner of the name Magneto was a legend no matter which universe he was in. He was just a little younger in this universe.

Unlike the old men in other universes, Magneto of Universe 9527 is a middle-aged man. Yang Le estimates that he is under fifty years old, around forty years old. At present, all the extraordinary people Yang Le knows in this universe are younger than those in other universes, at least younger than the main universe. Only Peter is older.

However, his strength has not weakened at all due to his age. The fact that he has put together such a large floating island is enough to prove his strength.

And according to the information Yang Le had found out (Shapeshifters are so useful), the reason why the government on Earth did not kill all mutants after Professor X killed so many people was because of the man in front of him.

Unlike the man in a certain Japanese comedy comic who used his strength to force the world's superpowers to sign a peace treaty with him, the Magneto in this universe is indeed suppressing all the countries in the world with his own strength.

As long as this man is still alive, no country in the world will dare to carry out a massacre of mutants, but there will still be persecution in secret, which is why he openly takes in other mutants.

Letting people sleep well is such an ordinary promise, but for the mutants in this universe, it is indeed a difficult thing. If your mutant identity is known to others outside the island, then it is uncertain whether you can wake up the next day after falling asleep.

If it weren't for Magneto, this mutant island, home to so many mutants, would have been destroyed on its second day. Of course, it's so close to New York City, and while there wouldn't be a little boy dropping from the sky, other missiles would certainly be necessary. It's just such a simple promise, and among all the mutants in the world, only Magneto has the confidence to say such a thing.

"Thank you, Mr. Principal," Yang Le said shyly. "I know everyone is fine, and I like to see their smiles after they've had a full meal. I just need some time."

Yang Le did not agree immediately. His current identity was that of a person with psychological trauma. The clothes wrapped tightly around him were a reflection of his inner barriers, which could not be resolved by a few words from someone he had just met, even if that person was Magneto.

"I know." Magneto patted Yang Le's shoulder in comfort. "You have to remember that we are all family. Your arrival has made everyone better. We all need you. It's getting late, so go back and rest. You must be tired from cultivating so much corn. I remember Scott should have assigned you a house. I hope you don't mind."

"About this." Yang Le hesitated at first, then spoke firmly as if he had thought of something.

"I think I can help."

About ten minutes later, all the mutants gathered in the open space outside the village, focusing their attention on Magneto and Yang Le beside him. The crowd whispered about the reason why they were called so late.

"I'm glad that everyone got here so quickly." Magneto said loudly. As soon as he spoke, the crowd quieted down, and his prestige was obvious at a glance.

"The reason we called everyone here so late is because of our new companion, Harpy. He's also the one who made the biggest contribution to keeping us well fed."

"I know him!" Fireman John shouted excitedly. He was afraid that the dull silence would make Yang Le feel awkward, so he called out to Yang Le first.

"Hateful." Li Qianhuan couldn't help but pout. She had wanted to be the first to speak up so she could get to know her new compatriot better. Once they had a good relationship, she could ask him to grow some fruit for her.

After John, others also expressed that they knew Yang Le. People like Card King and Scott also changed their usual behavior and cheered loudly.

Even Yang Le couldn't help but feel moved at this moment. These people who suffered from illness but did not degenerate themselves were indeed more lovely than most people outside. Yang Le even had the idea that it would be nice to live here all the time if nothing happened.

"Okay, be quiet." Magneto smiled and waved his hand. "Our new friend likes quiet. Too much noise will embarrass him."

Judging from the personality displayed by Yang Le, Magneto's words are really correct. He can see through Yang Le's personality in such a short time. The Magneto of this universe is indeed a qualified patriarch.

Magneto, you are so gentle!
After everyone quieted down, Magneto continued, "Our compatriots not only brought food, but also a new gift for us!"

After Magneto finished speaking, he looked at Yang Le with encouragement, indicating that he could just go ahead and do it, and that it was his time from now on.

Yang Le nodded tremblingly, maintaining his persona, and opened his palm to hold a small object. Everyone widened their eyes and found that it was a seed.

Yang Le turned around without saying a word and buried the seeds in the soil, then took a few steps back and pressed his hands against the ground. It looked like a qigong master performing qigong or a first-generation Hokage releasing ninjutsu.

Before everyone could wonder, the ground suddenly began to tremble, and a thick plant emerged from the soil and grew slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye. About five or six minutes later, a thick tree with a tree hole close to the ground and as tall as a person appeared in front of everyone.

(End of this chapter)