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

After a while, Mason collapsed onto the floor, exhausted, surrounded by haphazardly torn plaster casts. His hands and feet were covered in horrifying bloodstains, and he looked like a deranged serial killer who had appeared out of nowhere.

The good news is that he has further clarified the effects of his ability—after being charged, it greatly enhances his self-healing ability. The speed of self-healing depends on the level of energy. The skin repairs the fastest, followed by the muscles, and the bones repair the slowest. Based on the conclusion that he survived being shot in the head last time, he probably does not have the weakness of being killed by a single blow when he has enough energy. However, he dares not easily try to see if severed limbs can regenerate.

In addition, after being charged to a certain level, his body tissues will start to glow in the order of blood vessels, muscles, and skin, which looks pretty cool, but I always feel that he will be at a disadvantage in group battles. Putting himself in others' shoes, if he sees an idiot in the enemy camp who is as bright as a light bulb, it would be a miracle if he could resist focusing fire for even a second. This principle applies to any guy who goes out with special effects.

Incidentally, after being charged to a certain level, he will gain a certain degree of physical enhancement, becoming about twice as strong as before. This is a perk that comes with being a superhuman in the Marvel universe.

As for other things, we'll have to wait until he trains for a while longer, or until Hank's test results come out.

Incidentally, he figured out that the X-Men in this world were a bit more "realistic." Specifically, they had seen so many mutants' amazing abilities that they were desensitized to many horrific scenes. For example, if Mason and Logan, who had healing abilities, bled or lost a piece of flesh, they wouldn't even blink.

But that doesn't mean they've become some kind of horrific creatures devoid of compassion. On the contrary, they've simply learned to deal with everything related to mutants in a more rational way. Take Scott and Logan, for example. If both were stabbed through the heart, the former would die completely within minutes, while the latter would continue fighting without even breaking a sweat. Based on this, it's clearly wrong to treat them "equally." Different standards must be applied to different situations.

Therefore, in this world, a mature X-Men member wouldn't rush up and cry when Logan gets blown away by a dump truck, because they know it's not a big deal. Some of the more unscrupulous ones might even take a picture and send it to others to comment on whether the invincible Wolverine's fall was aesthetically pleasing.

But when facing a real crisis, things are a different story.

This style obviously had a huge impact on Mason, who already had a certain preconceived notion in his mind. He even wondered if the X-Men in this universe had been corrupted by Deadpool at some point, otherwise there would be no reason for them to become like this.

Wild, so wild.

While this approach is certainly practical, Mason really couldn't imagine what kind of strategy the X-Men of this world would devise when they launched their full-scale attack...

He lay there for about ten seconds until the injury on his leg had healed completely, then he stood up again.

The radiance emanating from his body had dimmed, the slightly swollen outline had returned to normal, and the ruptured arm had healed, but the stored energy had not been consumed much—it seemed that this was a skin with a strong time limit, which was good. Although it was flashy enough, he couldn't go out with a glowing head on every day from now on.

He went all out when he made the cut, slicing more than half of his calf muscle open. But healing these wounds only took about one percent of his stored energy. Rounding down, it's basically the same as if he could stand still and be shot at for a minute without dying.

This ability is absolutely amazing!

Do you even understand the value of getting your health to 40 in a game? What? Output? You can only output damage if you're alive! Compared to those glass cannons that can blow up an entire city with one wave but die from a single shot from behind, this powerful self-healing ability is simply on a completely different level.

"Young man, I have high hopes for you."

Scott patted Mason on the shoulder and laughed, "You'd better work on increasing your storage capacity. Once you're on the team, I'll ask the professor to kick Logan out and let you join—haha, then I won't have to see that sullen face anymore!"

As soon as he said that, everyone in the room, including the young men who were there to create a lively atmosphere, turned to look at him with tense expressions.

Sir, your selfishness is practically overflowing.

Scott, however, seemed completely oblivious, or perhaps he noticed but pretended not to. After laughing, he quickly pulled out his phone and pulled up his number in a few seconds: "This is my contact information. Contact me anytime if you need to charge your phone."

After saying that, he left while humming a little tune.

"...Is she going to go and act like a jerk to Logan?" Lorna remarked.

"Probably." Hank shook his head. "Sigh... Spending too much time with Wade probably turns everyone into this. Piot used to be such a gentle person, but now he's spouting 'Sukabul' all the time. It would be better to ban Wade from the academy in the future."

You guys have really been corrupted by Deadpool...

By the way, Piotr probably refers to Colossus. Judging from Hank's explanation, this world seems to follow some of the plot of the Deadpool movies.

"Sigh... let's just ignore him."

Hank turned to Mason and said, "In principle, pushing the boundaries of one's abilities is indeed a good way to train, but I personally advocate for a gentler approach, so I don't really recommend methods like high-intensity self-harm... How about this, wait a moment, I'll take some time to analyze your blood sample and then create some painless poison based on the tolerance of your cells, which will make things much easier."

Although taking poison might seem more comfortable than stabbing yourself with a knife, I still feel that this word has little to do with gentleness.

"Thank you." Mason wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile, "Even if it's to become stronger, hurting yourself is really pushing your mental limits. Let me catch my breath."

"I understand."

Hank nodded: "That's all for today. Let Lorna show you around the academy."

He politely said goodbye to Mason and Lorna, then turned and left the bomb shelter.

Seeing that there was no more fun to watch, the children turned back somewhat disappointed and began practicing their own skills.

Then, Lorna shrugged at him and said, "Let's go, let's continue."

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

By the time everything was over, the sun had already set.

It took Lorna almost ten hours to show Mason the entire ground floor of Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters. The whole process felt like an upperclassman showing a freshman around, and it also gave him a profound understanding of what a fucking institution of higher learning really meant.

Unlike the solitary castle in the movie, Mason entered a truly modern school with all kinds of facilities, from teaching buildings to dormitories, multimedia exhibition halls and libraries. Everything imaginable and unimaginable was there. The cafeteria and medical center were open 24 hours a day, and even the computer lab was filled with the latest Apple computers. Although Mason had graduated from a top-tier university, he could only kneel down in awe of the money that permeated every corner of the academy.

Professor, where did you get so much money? Everyone knows your ancestors were old capitalists, but even they can't keep up with this kind of spending!

Even what he saw was only the "surface" of the academy. The truly powerful things should be underground, such as the brainwave enhancement machine and the research center, but those were obviously not things he could see on his first day here.

Overwhelmed with shock, Mason returned to his dormitory carrying bags of personal belongings.

After making some arrangements, he took out the tablet that Lorna had given him on the way—it contained information on hundreds of students and a chat application for faculty communication. He needed to complete all the preparations in the next two days before he could take up his post and begin his teaching career.