American comics: Incredible comprehension, hand-crafted forbidden spells

While the Ancient One was silently complaining in Kamar-Taj, on the other side of New York, in the underground chambers of Xavier's School, the atmosphere had reached a freezing point.

Charles sat in a wheelchair, wearing a silver helmet with countless cables attached to his head.

He was looking for someone today.

A major upheaval has occurred at the academy: Jean, who possesses the terrifying power of the phoenix, has gone out of control and run away.

Charles must use the brainwave enhancement machine to bring her back and put her back under mental shackles.

If Qin were allowed to go completely berserk outside, the whole world would suffer.

However, just as Charles's mental network covered most of the earth, searching everywhere for the whereabouts of the piano, he suddenly sensed an unfamiliar force.

This force is not from mutants, but the intensity of its mental fluctuations is frighteningly high, and it is sweeping around recklessly!

Charles was startled, thinking that another force was also looking for the violin, so he immediately changed his focus and decided to find out the details of this force first.

As a result, this investigation revealed the biggest obstacle Charles had ever faced.

"Hank!"

Charles, his face pale, yelled at his assistant behind him, "Turn up the power! Increase the output of the brainwave enhancer!"

Standing in front of the control panel was a muscular mutant wearing glasses.

He is Hank, nicknamed "The Beast," and is one of the world's top scientists.

Hank paused for a moment, but didn't stop working: "Yes, Professor, the power has been increased."

Charles closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and launched another attack.

In his vision, the world transformed into a blue neural network, with countless red dots flashing.

That unfamiliar spiritual force was like a pitch-black iron plate.

No matter how hard Charles tried, his consciousness just couldn't penetrate!

Every time it touched the edge, it was repelled by an invisible yet domineering force.

"Still not working." Fine beads of sweat began to appear on Charles's forehead. "Hank, upshift!"

Hank frowned, watching the rapidly rising numbers on the instrument panel, and couldn't help but remind him, "Professor, the power level is already very high. Who exactly are you dealing with? Are you about to launch a full-screen attack?"

Although Charles is usually mild-mannered, once he puts on this machine, if he has the will to kill, he can erase the consciousness of all mankind in a matter of minutes.

As the manufacturer, Hank has to be wary.

"No!" Charles spoke rapidly, "I didn't intend to hurt anyone! I encountered a strange spiritual force while looking for the piano. I tried to see who it was, and whether it was after the piano. But I couldn't access its mind!"

"What?" Hank pushed up his glasses, his face full of shock. "Can't get in? There's a mental world in this world that you can't enter?"

Hank knew Charles's capabilities all too well.

Even if the other party was wearing a helmet designed to protect against mental attacks, Charles could still sense the source of the obstacle.

But now, Charles is saying he can't find a breakthrough at all?

Is the other person made of steel?!

"Add more for me!"

Charles took a deep breath, his tone becoming incredibly resolute.

Even as the most powerful mind master on Earth, he was still proud.

Today we absolutely have to skin this guy hiding in the shadows alive!

Hank hesitated for a moment.

This machine puts an enormous strain on the brain; if the power is increased further, Charles's blood vessels in his brain might burst.

"Professor, are you sure you can hold on?"

Hank looked at Charles's pained and contorted face and felt very worried.

The old man was covered in sweat, and his lips were trembling; he had clearly reached his limit.

"I told you to add it! Right now!"

Charles practically roared it through gritted teeth.

Seeing the usually gentle and refined professor in such a desperate state, Hank could only grit his teeth and push down the lever to the highest setting.

Om-!

The lights in the entire sealed room flickered briefly due to the massive electrical drain.

Charles unleashed all his inner strength, like a sharp awl, and stabbed it fiercely into Lin Jie's seemingly unbreakable mental defenses!

"Almost there! Almost there!"

A flicker of pain crossed Charles's face, but it also carried the madness of impending victory.

He felt he had finally pried open a small crack.

Just as he was about to charge straight in and see the true nature of Lin Jie's mental world.

boom!

A surge of energy ten times more violent than Charles's suddenly rebounded from that crack!

Charles didn't even have time to scream.

He rolled his eyes and jerked his head back.

Pfft!

Charles collapsed straight into his wheelchair and immediately lost consciousness.

"professor!"

Hank was terrified. He quickly shoved the helmet's cable, turned off the power, and shouted towards the door, "Help! Something's happened! The professor has fainted!"

Hank was completely dumbfounded as he checked Charles's pulse and stared at the smoking machine.

We lost?

The mental ceiling of the mutant world, even with its brainwave machine fully activated, was actually knocked unconscious by someone's remote counter-vibration?

Who exactly is that mysterious guy?!

His mental strength must be monstrous!

……

And in the temple of Kamar-Taj.

Lin Jie had no idea that he had inadvertently brought down a big shot in New York.

He felt as if a mosquito had just bitten him on the forehead, and just as he was about to swat it with his mental power, the annoying fluctuation suddenly disappeared.

"This mind magic is quite fun, but it's a bit mentally taxing."

Lin Jie slowly opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and stretched his stiff neck.

He turned his head, preparing to report his "international adventure" experience to his master.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Gu Yi holding a teacup, staring at him with the kind of look one might give a panda.

"Master, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Lin Jie touched his cheek, completely bewildered.