I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

"If your only goal is to prevent things from getting worse, then your existence is meaningless."

"It's not even as meaningful as Eric's existence."

Ye Feng's words were like sharp blades, piercing straight to the heart without the slightest tact. The atmosphere in the training ground suddenly froze, and even the dappled sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows seemed to dim.

The three people fell into a long silence. Charles's fingers unconsciously rubbed the armrest of his wheelchair, while the other two frowned, their eyes filled with anger.

"In any case, I still hope that you can handle some things carefully," Charles finally said, his voice tinged with weariness.

He understood that he and Ye Feng were fundamentally different. Given Ye Feng's current status in the Holy See and his own formidable power, Ye Feng would have no reason to fear him.

The only thing around him that could make the other party wary was probably the unfathomable power within Qin's body.

"That's my business, you don't need to worry about it."

"If there's nothing else, this meeting can end here."

Ye Feng's tone remained calm, yet carried an undeniable determination.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Jean Grey, and added meaningfully, "But I still have to remind you: it's better to guide than to suppress. If you keep suppressing her, sooner or later there will be a backlash. And the price you'll pay then might be your life."

Ye Feng gently set down his teacup, the bottom of which made a crisp sound as it struck the tray. Clarisse immediately understood and stepped forward to stand before the three of them.

"The meeting is over, gentlemen."

"Please do not disturb His Majesty's meditation."

Her voice was as cold as ice.

If Clarice initially held some respect for Charles, that respect has now vanished completely. Charles is entirely different from what she imagined.

During their conversation, she couldn't help but recall the dark years before she was adopted by the Vatican.

If, as Charles claims, his existence is the anchor of the mutant race, then what about all the suffering she endured?

She couldn't empathize with Charles's ideals; instead, she felt an unprecedented sense of security with Ye Feng.

"Sigh..." Charles sighed softly, knowing that there was no point in staying any longer, so he could only turn around and leave.

On his way out, Ye Feng's words kept echoing in his mind: "It's better to guide than to block... Was I really wrong?"

He glanced at Jean Grey beside him out of the corner of his eye; he knew better than anyone the hidden power within her.

When Jean Grey had just awakened her abilities and was only a few years old, she was able to suppress both him and Eric simultaneously. Such power was a veritable walking natural disaster; if it got out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After Charles and his two companions left, the Pope arrived at Ye Feng's location. Sunlight streamed through the high windows onto the training ground, casting long shadows of the two men.

"How did the talks go?" Although the old pope was neither a superhuman nor a mutant, he had heard of Charles.

After all, Professor X is someone that many high-ranking officials are wary of.

"Too much compassion, too much of a saint, wavering between humans and mutants."

"Not a very good partner."

Ye Feng shook his head.

Charles's paralysis problem could indeed be solved, but it wasn't necessary. Because from the perspectives of humans and mutants, he couldn't gain Charles's full support.

Each time Charles had a moment of realization, it was either when humanity was on the verge of extinctizing mutants, or when a massive external force invaded, one that even the combined forces of mutants and humans couldn't withstand. Ye Feng didn't have that much time to deal with Charles; he needed to secure every possible source of power.

The old pope sighed upon hearing this, somewhat regretfully. Charles's power was strategic; it was a real pity they couldn't cooperate. With his help, their plans would have been implemented much more smoothly.

"I've already made the arrangements for what you asked me to do."

"Representatives from some of the world's top conglomerates are already waiting for you in an encrypted conference room, hoping you can persuade them."

The Pope changed the subject.

If Ye Feng's plan goes smoothly, Charles alone won't affect the overall situation. But if the other party remains obstinate, then the only option is to send him on his way.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng's eyes lit up, and he followed the Pope to the conference room.

This is a top-level encrypted channel conference, which even the world's most skilled hackers cannot break in a short time.

The faces of the chaebol executives on the screen were not revealed, and their voices were also specially processed. Even if someone recorded the audio or video, it wouldn't prove that it was them. This group is extremely cautious and won't leave any evidence for others.

"So you're the mutant who escaped from the Rockefeller Foundation?"

"I've heard you can cure diseases, regenerate severed limbs, and even prolong life?"

A processed voice rang out first.

Upon seeing Ye Feng appear on the screen, some high-ranking representatives became restless. The Vatican's willingness to promote Ye Feng in this way meant he must possess some genuine talent.

These very capabilities directly address their vulnerabilities. As the world's wealthiest and most powerful people, the only threats to their lives are disease and life expectancy!

"Everyone, please don't be in a hurry."

"The Vatican's contact with you all certainly indicates an intention to cooperate. The above information is all true; you can try to verify it. The Vatican is ready to cooperate at any time."

Ye Feng smiled slightly, his tone calm.

He didn't use any voice alteration, and he wasn't afraid even if people recorded him. He was more than happy to receive free publicity.

"What does the Vatican want?" another voice asked, its tone scrutinizing.

Those who have reached this position are no fools. The Vatican's elaborate efforts to contact them are simply for an exchange of interests. As long as there is no conflict of interest and room for cooperation, it's worth a try.

"What the Vatican wants is very simple: money, a voice, status, and support."

Ye Feng was straightforward.

"The Vatican's reconstruction of the Superior requires substantial resources. At the same time, everyone needs to acknowledge the Vatican's Superior status and legitimacy internationally."

"If necessary, we hope you will hire the Vatican's exceptional security services. Finally, in the event of any international disputes involving threats posed by nations to the Vatican, we will need your full assistance."

He clearly stated his purpose, and a murmur immediately filled the conference room.

"You're asking for too much."

"Does the Vatican intend to recreate the glory of the Middle Ages and rule the world with divine authority?"

A cold voice sounded.

Some people saw through Ye Feng's ambition at a glance.

"And then there's the security aspect,"

"To employ the Vatican, isn't that tantamount to handing our lives over to the Vatican? That's absolutely impossible."

Another voice added.

Most of the people present frowned at the conditions proposed by Ye Feng. Some of the demands were too unreasonable, and they saw no sincerity in them.

"Is it excessive? Not at all."

"Longevity is not a one-time thing. As long as you maintain a cooperative relationship with the Vatican, the Vatican can provide services to you every year."

Ye Feng's voice remained calm.

He paused, then offered another tempting offer: "Furthermore, if you are not confident in the security of the Holy See, you can send your trusted confidants to the Holy See, and I can grant them extraordinary powers."

Upon hearing this, many people in the conference room began to breathe heavily. Immortality and superhuman strength—how many people dream of such things?

"To what extent can it be achieved?"

"For example, if I'm 85 years old this year, what state can I expect my body to recover to?"

A voice asked impatiently.

A one-time transaction and lifetime service cannot be equated. Lured by the prospect of immortality, they are willing to make some concessions. And the promise of granting extraordinary abilities is particularly appealing to them…