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

For a moment, Mason had the illusion that he was going to die.

Cyclops Scott Summers, a veteran X-Men member and a Beta-level mutant, can form a kind of trio with Logan and Jean Grey that everyone feels like a third wheel—but that's not the point. The point is that he can shoot extremely powerful lasers from his eyes. The principle behind this varies depending on the version, but one widely circulated theory is that his eyes are connected to an energy-filled alternate dimension, and shooting lasers essentially opens an outlet for that dimension. Therefore, he can do things like sweeping down a building, piercing a mountain, or even shattering an asteroid with a single glance.

If this were indeed the comic book universe, Mason wouldn't have much to worry about. After all, Cyclops' control over energy emission in that universe was already unparalleled. But this guy in front of him looked like he came from the movie universe—and the impression Cyclops in the movie universe was that he was unstable, unstable, and damn unstable. If he were to glance at him like that… wouldn't he be blown to bits?

However, the laser was much faster than his thinking. Before Mason could even finish a thought, two crimson beams shot into his chest.

As if someone had pushed him, Mason involuntarily took a step back, feeling an intense burning sensation in his chest for a moment—but not to an unbearable degree, and his clothes weren't even burned through.

But in the next instant, the burning sensation spread from his chest throughout his entire body.

This time, the sensation was much stronger than any before. Just two seconds later, Mason felt a sharp tingling and itching sensation in his ribs and calves—although he had no evidence, he was certain that it was the bones growing and healing.

He swallowed the laser from the laser eye completely, without leaking a single drop.

A moment later, he could no longer even feel the pushing force, and he straightened up in surprise—all his injuries had been healed, and the burning sensation in his body was still accumulating, but this did not make him uncomfortable; on the contrary, it brought him a strong sense of fulfillment.

It's like before today, I was a beverage bottle that didn't realize it was empty.

"Oh?"

The laser-eyed man opposite him raised his hand and touched his chin with interest, then widened his eyes slightly.

The brightness of the beam immediately increased to a level that would likely leave a light spot in the field of vision if looked directly at.

Mason's clothes were charred and pierced in an instant, but he did not feel the backward push as before. Instead, he continued to absorb the dazzling light with great thirst.

Ten seconds later, to the outside world, Mason's body began to show glowing patterns like blood vessels, the color of which matched the red light emitted by the laser eyes.

Five seconds later, his muscles and skin began to glow, and occasionally a few arcs of light would appear between his palms—it was as if someone who had never eaten a full meal had been placed on a lavish banquet table. This sense of fullness that emanated from within made Mason almost fly away... Was it really an illusion? Maybe I really could do it now?

That's right, if I keep going like this, I'll be Marvel's Little Superman!

"Wait! Scott, stop!"

At this crucial moment, Hank suddenly shouted.

Scott listened to advice immediately and stopped right away, closing his eyes and putting his sunglasses back on.

But Mason felt a sense of frustration as the launch was abruptly halted.

He was instinctively annoyed almost immediately, but before he could lash out, a subtle sense of unease suddenly welled up in his mind.

Looking up at my arm, I saw a tiny crack appear on my glowing red skin. Upon closer inspection, the outline of my arm seemed to have thickened slightly... Holy crap, this is about to explode!

Mason was immediately terrified, and the feeling of euphoria vanished without a trace, like a punctured balloon.

"Very interesting."

Hank squinted at Mason and said, "Your ability to absorb beams of light is exceptional. You absorbed not only the photon stream but also the accompanying thermal radiation. The specific methods still need further investigation, but for now, it seems there's a clear upper limit to the energy you can absorb..."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned to Scott and shouted, "Scott! How much energy did you just fire?"

Scott stroked his chin and gave a somewhat uncertain answer: "Around 1,400 kilowatts?"

That translates to 1400 kilowatts of electricity.

"It seems that's pretty much the case." Hank nodded, then asked Mason again, "How are you feeling now?"

"Hmm... Even though it looks like it's about to explode, I actually feel incredibly good."

Mason took a deep breath and then asked, "Does anyone have a knife or something? I can borrow it."

"Oh? That's quite manly."

Lorna tilted her head and smiled, then took a folding knife from her pocket and tossed it to Mason: "Use it however you like."

Thank you.

Mason casually flicked the blade out, then his eyes narrowed, and with a determined look, he slashed a large gash into his arm.

Oh my god, it hurts so much! Self-harm is definitely much more terrifying than physical injury.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain. The energy in his body surged towards the wound, repairing it at a much faster speed than before. If the blood hadn't been absorbed back, it would have looked like time had reversed.

"Wow? That's almost as fast as Logan."

As they spoke, Scott leaned closer and exclaimed, "Mason, right? I've heard about you—with that ability, if you want to join the X-Men, I'm rooting for you. I'll be responsible for powering you up, and you just charge ahead. We'll be the perfect team."

Mason was furious: "That guy's just a scapegoat!"

"That's what self-healing abilities are all about. You might not be able to deal as much damage, but you have to be able to take as much damage as possible," Scott said, shrugging. "We can't expect mages like us to be in the front lines, can we? Everyone has their own role, and cooperation is the only way to achieve a win-win situation."

"...That makes so much sense, I can't even argue with it."

"Alright, alright, every time Logan gets injured you're the one making sarcastic remarks."

Hank reached out and shoved Scott aside, then said to Mason, "Abilities generally improve with training, but things that manifest in physical endurance are more troublesome, especially self-healing—I heard that in his early days, even a scrape would take several minutes to heal, but now it's instantaneous. This is certainly related to the proliferation of his healing factor, but according to him, the most important thing is..."

At this point, Hank coughed twice, then used an ambiguous word: "repeated training."

"Translated, it means being constantly used as a punching bag."

Lorna walked up and shook her head regretfully: "Looks like you're in for a rough time."

"this……"

Mason hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"This young lady is right. In my understanding, unless one is born with a concept like 'immortality,' self-healing abilities are highly dependent on training."

Just then, a message about finishing off an enemy flashed into my mind.

...This is definitely retaliation for making you write lesson plans!

"Well, as expected, there's no such thing as a free lunch."

Mason sighed, flicked his knife twice, and then stabbed himself in the leg.

Today, I'll show you what a real man does when he removes his cast!

That's true, but when the blade penetrated deep into his muscle, he couldn't help but let out a howl.

Perhaps these mutants had witnessed too many bloody scenes of their kind developing their abilities. Instead of trying to stop Mason, they enthusiastically became bloodthirsty spectators. As for the others, Hank even took notes and guided him on the direction of human muscles so that he could cut his own flesh more easily.

Damn it, is this how you guys are portrayed in movies? This isn't right.

Give me back my impression of this school, you bastard!