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

The two entered the room. Unlike Lorna, who was very familiar with the place, Mason looked around with great interest, examining the various strange instruments with obvious curiosity.

"Please sit down."

Hank smiled and said, "Your name is Mason, right?"

"That's right." Mason nodded, then found a chair and sat down.

"My role here is to oversee the students' ability development," Hank said. "I identify their unique abilities through various assessments, then develop feasible training programs, and finally assign them to different teachers."

"I see."

Having said that, Mason immediately understood what the other party meant. He abandoned the useless pleasantries and went straight to the point: "That's wonderful. I'm not very familiar with my own abilities yet. If Mr. Hank could offer any help, I would be extremely grateful."

"No problem."

Hank got up and walked over, saying, "Then, please briefly introduce your situation."

"I can't really say for sure," Mason scratched his head. "My ability is probably to store some kind of external energy and then use it to repair my body when it's injured, but I've only had a few practical experiences so far, so I can't be sure what kind of energy it is."

"Energy? What kind exactly?"

Hank took notes of Mason's words with pen and paper, while asking, "Kinetic energy? Electricity? Thermal energy? Or radiation? Depending on the type, the testing methods will be completely different."

Mason fell into deep thought.

What made him clearly feel that he had absorbed some kind of energy was the short-wave radiation scan by Kuroshi Kasumi, which was mostly X-rays or something similar. In other words, what he absorbed was light energy or radiation. Although the two can be considered the same thing in a certain sense, it would probably take a lot of experiments to figure it out.

"It's probably light, the kind that's strong enough."

After some thought, Mason decided to try something safer first.

After all, X-rays and gamma rays are powerful enough, but they can be harmful to the body. If you miscalculate and get swept twice, you'll lose all your hair, which would be a real problem.

Hank nodded, finished writing the last few strokes, put down the notebook, turned around and rummaged around in the corner of the room. He quickly pulled out a portable flashlight that was as big as a human head, then returned to Mason and said, "This flashlight can emit a powerful beam of 300,000 lumens. Let's try it out."

Three hundred thousand lumens is more than seven hundred and fifty times that of a household incandescent light bulb. In other words, it is bright enough to easily illuminate a person's skull, and as long as it is not held directly in the eyes, it will not cause any harm to the human body.

Mason stood up, opened his arms, and said, "Come on."

"Then I'll start from the bottom and work my way up—first up is 10,000 lumens."

Hank made a couple of quick adjustments to the flashlight, then moved closer to Mason, held the light source to his chest, and pressed the switch.

"How are you feeling?"

"...It's a bit hot."

"Then I'll increase the intensity."

Hank then gradually increased the brightness, from 10,000 lumens to 50,000, 100,000, and 150,000. The powerful light radiation brought a considerable amount of heat, and Mason felt a bit burned, but it did not bring a similar experience to before.

Is it because the strength is insufficient?

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Suddenly, Lorna, who was sitting in the back, let out a strange exclamation.

"What's wrong?" Hank asked.

"Look—though we don't know exactly what's going on, he at least has a light-absorbing constitution," Lorna said, pointing to Mason's back. "150,000 lumens is enough to make a person appear translucent, yet not a single ray of light leaks out from his back!"

"?" Hank peered over. "There really isn't one."

Immediately afterwards, Lorna snapped a photo with her phone and handed it to Mason, saying, "Take a look for yourself."

Mason took the phone and saw that, just as she had said, no light was shining through his back.

He thought for a moment, then said to Hank, "Please increase the intensity!"

Hank nodded in agreement, then immediately turned the brightness up to maximum.

Suddenly, Mason felt the heat that had gathered in his chest begin to radiate throughout his body.

A familiar feeling.

"Oh, this is..."

He rolled up his sleeves and tried to manipulate the heat with his mind—it went incredibly smoothly. It all flowed to Mason's right arm and concentrated near the few remaining wounds. Then, the skin tissue began to wriggle slightly, visibly squeezing and shrinking the wound, the scabs fell off, and the new skin quickly turned from pink to pale yellow.

"This is really..."

As Mason exclaimed in amazement, he redirected the heat in other directions—his right hand, torso, and legs.

In an instant, the scars fell off, and the injuries other than the broken leg and ribs were repaired in a very short time. It seemed that bones were much more troublesome than muscles and skin, but Mason could also feel that at this rate, he would be fully recovered in about ten minutes.

So that's how it is. I absorb light to repair myself. Now who can tell me apart from Superman?

But before he could even enjoy it enough, a small cracking sound came from the end of the flashlight, followed by a plume of black smoke, and the light immediately went out.

"..." Hank paused for a moment, then said somewhat awkwardly, "It's been in disrepair for a long time, it's been in disrepair for a long time, this thing isn't used much usually."

After saying that, he tossed the broken flashlight aside, cleared his throat, and said, "It seems that your ability does indeed utilize light energy in some form—would you mind if I took a little blood for testing? That way, I can get a more comprehensive view of your ability."

Mason nodded, seemingly unconcerned.

Since a person sheds about 600,000 flakes of skin and about 100 hairs a day, in other words, as long as you know someone's movements, you can easily obtain their body tissues, and separating the DNA from them is naturally not a difficult problem—so preventing this kind of thing is a bit like taking off your pants to fart, it's completely useless.

He then cooperated with Hank in the blood collection process, while Hank sent a message on his phone, explaining to Mason, "Now that we know the basic workings, things are much easier—there happens to be a guy in the X-Men who's very knowledgeable about using light energy, I messaged him, and he immediately..."

Before he could finish speaking, a stylish man wearing red sunglasses poked his head in from the doorway and said, "What's up? I'm teaching a few kids next door."

"That's perfect, I'll add another student to your queue at the last minute."

Hank adjusted his glasses and said, "This is Cecil Lee Mason. He needs Cyclops's help."

Mason: "?"

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

Less than a minute later, Hank and Lorna pushed him into an underground bunker that looked like a nuclear defense fortification not far away, and he stood like a target at one end of the room, while at the other end were Cyclops Scott and a few kids who looked to be around ten years old.

Putting Scott aside, Mason always felt that those kids were like bloodthirsty spectators from who-knows-where, their eyes filled with the joy of "being able to see strong people fight, even if I die, it's worth the ticket price."

Beside him, Hank said to Scott, "Scott, fire the lowest power laser at Mason. If he can withstand it, increase the power as needed, but you must stop immediately when I say stop."

"Understood." Scott gave an OK sign.

How did it suddenly become like this?

"Isn't this progress too fast?"

He hissed and said to Lorna beside him, "I've read about this guy in the newspapers. He could probably slice a building in half with a single glare, right? Are you sure this isn't a murder attempt on me?"

"Don't worry, Scott knows how to control the power, nothing will happen."

Lorna gave him a thumbs up. "You're about to become a teacher, so this is a good time to get to know the school's teaching atmosphere—everyone here is a mutant, so the practical projects will be... well, a little wilder."

"That's a bit too wild!"

"Ahem...Hey, handsome guy over there?"

At that moment, Scott suddenly spoke up: "Get ready, I'm going to shoot you!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and took off the red sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, struck a pose that he seemed to have learned from some martial arts movie, bent his knees slightly, focused his energy in his dantian, and opened a pair of blue eyes that were flashing with crimson light!

Then, a flash of light—