In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

"You could say that," the professor nodded, then gave Hank a look.

"Guys, remember that wolf from last time?" Hank shrugged, flipping through a file as he spoke. "You know, the one with the flying squirrel-like gliding membrane and the one that flicks its tail with spikes."

"What happened to that thing?" Scott asked, tilting his head back. "It looked intimidating, but it wasn't exactly strong, was it? I killed it with a single glare."

That's not the point.

Hank rolled his eyes: "After analyzing the data for a while, I'm convinced that Hollow showed some signs before the wolf appeared."

"Oh?" Scott adjusted his glasses. "Tell me more about it?"

"Before the wolf appeared, the new sensors in the room detected a very weak vibration wave—so weak that I confused it with the faint seismic waves of the earth's crust at the time. I only realized something was wrong when I checked the data a few days ago, and it took me several more days to separate it."

With that, Hank distributed a stack of data graphs recording the vibration waveforms to the others. After everyone had looked at them, he continued, "This waveform is consistent. It's not just last time; this vibration has occurred before every time something fell out of the cavity—do you realize what the problem is?"

"It means..."

Qin frowned slightly and said, "By reading these vibration waves, can we predict when the void will throw things out?"

"That's right!" Hank nodded, then said with a rather serious expression, "And... we'll soon have the opportunity to verify it."

"What do you mean?" Logan asked.

"Two days ago, the sensors detected new vibrations," Hank replied. "Longer and more persistent than any before—if the hypothesis that 'the creatures emerging from the cavities will become increasingly powerful' holds true, it means that we will face an unknown, and potentially very serious, danger in the near future—or perhaps an opportunity, but no one can say for sure."

"I see……"

Logan sighed. "There's just too much trouble."

"Look on the bright side." Hank curled his lip. "There's a Void near the Hellfire Club too. If their drop cycle is similar to ours, they might be in big trouble too. Then they won't have the energy to fight us."

"I hope so."

"Everyone understands the situation now."

At this moment, Charles slowly said, "For the foreseeable future, please take turns guarding this place in groups of three, 24 hours a day, and be prepared to deal with any potential risks."

Upon hearing this, none of the X-Men hesitated and responded in unison.

..............................

Mason opened his eyes.

He first glanced at his phone out of habit; it showed 12:30.

After six hours of sound sleep, he felt refreshed once again.

"Are you there? Did anything happen while I was asleep?" He stretched while still lying down and asked Kuroishi Kasumi.

"The man who brought you here came by once, said 'He actually fell asleep,' and then left," Kuroishi Kasumi explained. "Then... you should look at the desk on the left, guest."

"Um?"

Mason blinked and peered over there.

"Good afternoon." A figure with green curly hair met his gaze and greeted him casually.

"What's wrong?" Mason sat up and asked, puzzled.

"As soon as they heard I was back, a lot of old acquaintances came over and started chattering away." Lorna snorted. "I found it annoying, so I went somewhere else."

"That's a good thing, isn't it?"

"Not for me... not for now."

Lorna mumbled something vaguely, then closed the book in her hand and stood up briskly: "Now that you're awake, let's go. Didn't you say you weren't quite familiar with using your abilities? I'll take you somewhere useful—I've already spoken to Logan, and I'll take you instead."

"ha?"

Mason scratched his head, then got up and put on his shoes—he hadn't taken off many clothes before going to bed anyway, so all he had to do was put on his coat and comb his hair to look presentable.

Lorna didn't wait for him and strode towards the door. Mason judged it to be some kind of perverse pleasure, because he almost wore out his cane by the time he could keep up with her, despite his significant height advantage.

Along the way, they encountered several recognizable faces, including Colossus, Armor (Hisako Tochigi), Li Qianhuan, White Queen, Nightcrawler, and a whole host of other famous people. The older-looking ones among them recognized Lorna and greeted her, but she almost completely ignored them. Soon, the two left the dormitory and arrived at a modern building with a semi-circular dome.

From the outside, it looks like a huge warehouse, but once inside, it turns out to be a training facility, complete with all kinds of sports equipment, shooting ranges, testing instruments, and so on. A considerable number of young mutants are active there, and with just a quick glance, Mason can see all sorts of rare and wonderful scenes that look like CG effects.

A large, muscular young man with delicate features was tossing two dumbbells weighing several hundred kilograms around like water bottles.

A five-year-old child with gleaming eyes is staring at the targets one by one at the shooting range.

Someone remotely controls the soft clay, shaping it into all sorts of forms.

These are the more flashy ones. There are also some weird ones, like the one that breathes fire from its buttocks, the one that spurts out an unknown green liquid from its armpits, the one that flies upside down while yelling, and the one that looks completely inhuman and bounces around like jelly. They almost made the Masons dumbfounded.

"Is it strange?" Lorna and he stared at the several strange children in an empty room. "Most of them are Epsilon-level mutants who can't control themselves. Some of them are so bad that their appearance has completely deviated from the human category. In the Middle Ages, they would have been burned at the stake as children of demons... Although it's not much better now, many of them can only stay in the academy for their entire lives. If they go out, they don't even have the most basic survival skills."

Mason remained silent.

He certainly doesn't discriminate against others based on their appearance or background. If circumstances allow, he might lend a helping hand, but that's all; he won't take on anything more.

The professor, on the other hand, chose to dedicate his life to helping others. How much manpower and resources does the academy spend on these people who are deformed to the point of being unable to take care of themselves due to their mutant abilities? These are not deformed children who are weaker than ordinary people in the human concept. A large part of them actually possess great destructive power. Disciplining such beings is an absolutely terrifying problem that would give any educator a splitting headache, but Professor Charles did it perfectly.

Mason had seen the GG at Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters. The tuition there was so low that it was practically free. This meant that the professors had no intention of profiting from the students. Instead, they had to contend with various sectors of society because of the large number of mutants they had gathered there. In addition, there were teaching policies tailored to different types of students. How much effort must that take?

It's a concept that makes you shudder just thinking about it.

How kind must a person be to maintain this career for decades?

To be honest, Mason couldn't even imagine it.

"...It must have been tough on the professor."

After a long silence, he finally managed to squeeze out this sentence.

"..."

Lorna didn't answer, but instead took another step.

Mason followed, and after several turns, he was led to a room that looked like a laboratory.

Lorna pushed open the door without hesitation and shouted, "Hank! I've brought him here!"

Inside the laboratory, a blue lion with a human-sized body, sitting behind a computer screen, looked up and smiled at the two of them: "Come in."