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

Chapter 50 What kind of strength do they have to dare to play with Sheda?

[The bottle that once contained the life-saving potion]

【Usage: Suitable for holding liquids up to 300ml】

【Characteristics: None】

[Note: Only weaklings throw away the bottle after finishing their pills; real tough guys eat the glass shards along with it.]

[A bone]

[How to use it: Maybe it can be used as a stick to hit people?]

【Characteristics: None】

[Note: This is kitchen waste created by a rubber man aiming to become the Pirate King.]

These are the things Mason extracted during the two days he spent preparing his lesson.

The saying "after great fortune comes great misfortune" might refer to the current situation. But we should be content with what we have in life. We can't keep pulling out something as outrageous as the Book of Mercenaries every time, can we?

That's how he comforted himself.

What? The real thought? It's definitely that I wish I could immediately pull out something that could single-handedly annihilate the entire universe, like Super Crimson Lotus Spiral Rock, Ultimate Eraser, or even Wind Spirit Moon Shadow. That's just human nature. Before transmigrating, when nothing concerned me, I would always talk about reading serious literature and not watching overpowered protagonist stories. But after transmigrating and suffering, I only regret that I'm not an invincible protagonist.

Even though Mason had a good start, desires are never-ending.

But it's no use thinking about it now. Two days have passed, the preparation period the professor gave him is over, and it's time to go to work.

Over the past two days, he racked his brains to write some courseware that was probably not too problematic, and he consulted everyone he could in the college's faculty group. On the one hand, he became familiar to everyone, and on the other hand, he did learn a lot. Putting aside the fatigue, it was quite interesting.

Incidentally, last night, Hank had a work suit delivered to him. It looked like an ordinary blended fabric, but it was actually full of technology and rugged features, with strong cut resistance, bulletproof protection, and heat insulation. After all, the professor's admissions philosophy is to teach without discrimination, which has led to frequent conflicts between some unruly troublemakers and teachers. In order to provide protection and maintain a professional demeanor, Hank started developing this uniform, which has now become standard issue for college teachers.

Incidentally, even though he was already so busy, he still had to write reports for S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra respectively—which was completely devoid of any fun and was pure torture.

Although Mason had never been a teacher, he had given many PowerPoint presentations when he was a software engineer in his previous life, so the two could be considered related as similar jobs. Moreover, young people are much easier to fool than the middle-aged men in the audience back then, so he basically had no mental burden.

The only thing I was worried about was the physics courseware that Kuroshi Kasumi had written for him—not that I thought it would be wrong, but that with the knowledge level of the Asia-Pacific civilization, what if they accidentally included a couple of knowledge points that were beyond human comprehension? That would be a huge mess.

The good news is that he's teaching an introductory sociology class today. An introductory class is just a general overview and doesn't require in-depth academic discussion. Even with his level of expertise, he can handle it on his own.

And so, on this new day, Mason, having made all the necessary preparations, strode confidently toward the teaching building.

He was in charge of a group of freshmen who had just enrolled this year—coincidentally, it was the beginning of the semester at Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters, and one newcomer was facing off against a group of newcomers, all of whom had bright futures ahead of them.

When Mason entered the classroom, it was exactly 7:30. There were only a few students in the room. He put his prepared lesson plan on the podium, tidied it up in a proper manner, and then sat down, adopting a relaxed attitude, waiting for all twenty students in the class to arrive.

Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters uses a rotating class system, where teachers and classrooms remain stationary while students move between different classrooms according to their respective schedules. At the end of the semester, teachers give grades from A to I based on students' daily performance and exam results.

To put it bluntly, it's basically the same as universities in China. The overall atmosphere is relatively relaxed. After all, this place is actually a combination of an educational institution and a relief organization. Its main purpose is not to make students stand out and become good people in society. As long as they don't become a scourge on society and die, it's considered a success.

After resting with his eyes half-closed in his seat for more than ten minutes, seeing that the classroom was almost full and a group of young men and women were whispering among themselves, Mason suddenly stood up, cleared his throat, and attracted everyone's attention.

Looking around, I noticed several well-known figures among the students in the audience.

There's Anna Mary, the little girl with a streak of white hair on her forehead; Bobby Drake, the Iceman who looks exactly like the Lamplighter from the neighboring Vought Company; John Allardyce, the Fireman who's obviously a troublemaker, and so on. The cast is incredibly impressive.

However, unlike in the comics or even the movies, at this time they are still teenagers who have just entered Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters and feel extremely confused about the future.

Although Mason isn't the kind of person with a particularly strong sense of responsibility, he also dislikes making things worse. Since he's taken on the job, he'll do his best to complete it within his capabilities; that's his philosophy.

"Students, look this way!"

Mason clapped his hands, and after everyone did as he said, he picked up a piece of chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard: "Cesare Lee Mason, this is my name. I will be teaching you sociology this semester. Of course, I will also be teaching two other courses, as you will find out later."

A group of fifteen- or sixteen-year-old teenagers cast a complex mix of emotions—curiosity, excitement, fear, and indifference—which Mason, standing on the podium, observed without paying much attention. After a few casual pleasantries, he began the day's main topic.

Please see the PPT.

After projecting the first slide of the PPT, which he had just finished the day before, onto the white screen, Mason picked up the laser pointer on the podium, highlighted a key point for the students' eyes, and then began his presentation, which he had been preparing for two days.

"Sociology is a discipline that studies social behavior and human groups. It involves many and complex fields. However, what I'm going to talk about is just a general overview—like the table of contents of a book. It's all very simple and easy to understand. The main purpose is to give you a general understanding of the laws governing how society works. So, it's easy to get a grade in this course. I hope that by the end of the semester, all you will have on your transcripts are straight A's."

After starting off in a relaxed manner, Mason continued, "One point needs to be emphasized: sociology is different from subjects like physics and chemistry. What I teach you, even the most basic stuff, is full of uncertainties. Many schools of thought and scholars have put forward different arguments. Therefore, what I say can only be used as a reference—and as a guide for answering questions on the final exam. It's best if you can think for yourselves while listening to the lecture. Both Professor Charles and I look forward to seeing that kind of future."

As he spoke, he flipped the PowerPoint slides downwards, adding many interesting pictures to make the class more lively—which, in retrospect, were perhaps too vivid, as most of the students' attention was focused on the pictures.

Sigh, middle school students.

However, he didn't pay much attention to that. He simply tapped the podium with his knuckles as a reminder and then continued lecturing.

"All of you here are mutants, and your abilities vary. Some of you may have found the information about Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters on your own, or you may have been discovered by the professors themselves, or you may have been sent here against your will. In short, there are probably very few people who grew up in a happy environment and were never prejudiced against. That is why sociology is a very important subject for you."

"If you like humanity and want to coexist with it, you need to understand human society. If you hate humanity and want to destroy the world, you also need to understand human society. Because only with understanding can people be less likely to do things they'll regret, right?"

After the conversation, the students began to show their different expressions.

Some looked fearful, some seemed to hate something, and some began to think—this was the purpose of education. Mason gradually began to understand the sense of accomplishment that this profession could bring.

"The professor believes that a crucial point for mutants is understanding humanity," because no matter what feelings we have towards humans, we are still just humans with a special genetic makeup. Mason smiled and continued, "Our culture comes from human society, our cognition comes from human society, and our emotions also come from human society. We have never transcended human society, so from a sociological perspective, understanding humanity is understanding ourselves."

"Nonsense."

Suddenly, a soft complaint came from below the podium.

Although the person who spoke tried to lower his voice, he was still heard by others. About half of the people turned to look at him, which made him panic and angry.

"What are you looking at? Did I say something wrong?"

Seeing that he could no longer hide it, he simply yelled at the top of his lungs, "This person is talking nonsense! How could we be the same as humans?"

"Mr. John Allardyce."

Mason smiled and beckoned to him, saying, "Please come to my side."

"What are you doing?" He immediately snapped, "Trying to punish me? Humph, I knew this place was no different from the outside!"

"What kind of talk is that? I just wanted to give you a bigger platform to express your opinions." Mason's expression remained unchanged. "But since Mr. Allardyce is somewhat resistant to this, it's fine to speak from your seat."

John Allardyce, the villain in the X-Men series, appears here as a teenager in the movie. Let's list his actions in the film: Despite being an academy graduate who received many favors from the professor, he turned around and joined the Brotherhood of Mutants. After the professor was killed by Dark Phoenix, he even mocked the professor's actions in front of Magneto. He is basically a disgrace among brothers.

"Let's treat this as a debate, Mr. Allardyce. Matters on campus should be resolved through academic means," he said, leaning against the podium. "Since you think I'm talking nonsense, then what do you see as the difference between mutants and humans?"

"I----?"

These words clearly left Allardyce bewildered.

This is normal; after all, you can't expect a teenager to have a mature and profound understanding of society.

Mason had reviewed his file. He had awakened his abilities at the beginning of this year. Before that, he was basically the standard school bully template from American teen movies: arrogant, with a group of cronies, and even his family background was that of a typical old-school American redneck. He could despise authority, but to offer any serious opinions was a bit of a stretch.

However, with so many people watching, he obviously didn't want to appear to be in the wrong. So after a brief silence, he stood up on the spot, reached into his pocket, took out a lighter, lit it, and with a wave of his hand, the weak flame immediately transferred to his hand and quickly expanded into a fireball the size of a fist.

Then, Allardyce laughed loudly, "Can humans do something like that? Give me a lighter, and I can easily burn an entire community of ordinary people to death. How dare they be compared to mutants?"

"----so?"

"Why should the strong need to study how the weak live? The strong should dominate the weak! Humans only need to respect and worship me!" Allardyce said through gritted teeth. "Mutants should be the kings of this world!"

Mason: "————"

I thought there would be some profound insights, but it's just this.

That's enough, that's enough. With this kind of thinking, even Magneto would have to take off his helmet and call himself Little Ai when he sees you. You should take the leadership of the Brotherhood.

To have acquired such a pure and profound socialist ideology at such a young age, the young man had certainly made a name for himself. He rubbed his temples, trying to maintain a calm tone, and asked, "So, what level of mutant are you?"

"Beta level, is there a problem?"

"Well then, let's start from your perspective," Mason shrugged. "You believe the weak should unconditionally obey the strong, right?"

Allardyce smiled smugly: "Isn't that so?"

"Then, Mr. Allardyce, may I ask—" Mason sighed, "can you beat the professor?"

"?"

"Please answer my question: can you beat Professor Charles Xavier? Or we can lower our expectations a bit, Logan Howlett will do too."

"Well—of course—" Allardyce's face immediately fell into a dilemma. Mason could tell that he wanted to stubbornly insist that he could do it, but after holding back for a long time, he still couldn't say something that would make him look like a joke. He could only lower his head and say, "—No."

"So that means they are stronger than you, right?"

"————That's right."

"Since they are the strong and you are the weak, then according to your logic, the weak should unconditionally obey the strong." Mason stroked his chin. "Mr. Allardyce, I remember you were personally recruited into the academy by the professor, so the professor must have told you his theory—that mutants should find a way to coexist peacefully with humans. If that's the case, why don't you, as the weak, obey the strong?"

This is the dead end of social harmony—the so-called argument that the strong should humiliate the weak can only be made by the undisputed strongest. And as long as there is even one strong person who advocates peace, theoretically, those weak people who advocate social harmony should kneel down and achieve peace without complaint, instead of stubbornly sticking to their guns.

"That's—" Allardyce nearly choked on his words, and after a long pause, he finally managed to say, as if grasping at a straw, "That's because the professor is too weak! He doesn't understand what a strong person should be like!"

“But you are the weaker one, Mr. Allardyce,” Mason sighed. “According to your theory, the weak are only required to obey; what right do they have to teach the strong how to do things?”

"I—this—" He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't say anything.

Mason shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and walked around the classroom, saying as he went, "Ever since Herbert Spencer summarized Social Darwinism in the nineteenth century, many people have tried to use this theory to explain the legitimacy of imperialism, hegemonic ideology, and racism. This theory usually holds that the poor and weak are the losers in the struggle for survival, and that they are worthless in a social sense. Worthless things should be eliminated and extinct—but what has been the result?"

He walked up to Bobby the Iceman, bowed his head, and said, "Mr. Drake, do you know the concept of 'Manifest Destiny'?"

"Huh? Me?"

Suddenly caught off guard, Bobby stood up nervously: "You mean—the political view that America's territorial expansion is an inescapable destiny?"

"Correct answer." Mason nodded. "In the last century, the Monroe Doctrine was prevalent, the Iron Curtain speeches were all the rage, and the Nazis were shouting 'Long live victory!' But the theories created by these 'strongmen' almost all collapsed or declined after the turn of the millennium. I can tell you definitively that all of the above can be linked to the Social Darwinian system. Does their decline prove that Social Darwin itself is a theory unable to adapt to changes in the world, and therefore should be extinct?"

At this point, he turned to Allardus, a gentle smile returning to his face. "Mr. Allardus," he said, "I've always believed that a theory should have a fixed standard for judging certain things. Indecisiveness is meaningless in the realm of thought. So now, answer me: if the theory that 'the strong should dominate the weak' is true, how would you respond to the professor's advice?"

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Under Mason's gaze, Allardyce's expression fluctuated wildly—he didn't necessarily understand any of the reasons, he probably just felt ashamed of being refuted in front of so many people.

But from his perspective, there is actually a very simple way to prove that Mason is talking nonsense.

The question now is—does he even want it?

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