In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

"That guy came to this universe to steal the Phoenix Force fragment from Jean Grey?"

Wayne was a little confused. "Then why does he have to change the past? Can't he just steal it?"

"Superman, you've witnessed the power of the Phoenix Force... Do you think you can forcibly take it from Jean Grey?"

"Why not?"

"..."

Okay, you're so great, you get to decide.

The Ancient One pursed her lips, her expression complex. "Do you think the Phoenix Force, forcibly taken, will obey?"

"Just beat it until it obeys, that'll solve the problem."

"..."

If it actually follows you, it's doomed.

Gu Yi pretended not to hear and continued, "The Phoenix Force has its own consciousness; it will choose its own host."

"It is too compatible with Jean Grey. Even if that energy could be forcibly taken away from Jean Grey, it would be rejected and it would be difficult to obtain a stable Phoenix Force."

The Ancient One said seriously, "So he altered the past, orchestrating the eruption of the Phoenix Force within Jean Grey, which killed the rest of the X-Men. Later, Jean Grey, upon regaining her senses, committed suicide out of remorse, and the Phoenix Force became ownerless. Naturally, he then had a way to obtain it."

"The total wipeout was really hasty."

Wayne remarked, "But Ancient One, you're quite something, aren't you? You noticed such details. Why don't you just show me that guy's ID?"

"No, I couldn't see it with the Time Stone."

"and you?"

"Just a guess."

"..."

Wayne's admiring gaze instantly turned into a deadpan expression.

"Fine, I'll go see for myself, it won't make a difference."

Wayne started to get up, but then, as if remembering something, he looked at the Ancient One again with a "I suspect you're setting me up" look. "What about you guys? I can't be the only one solving problems while you guys lie there sleeping and spacing out, can I?"

Although he could handle it himself, he was still a little unhappy about being used as someone else's henchman.

"Of course I'll help you; you'll see when the time comes."

The Ancient One smiled mysteriously, "And as long as you remain in this universe, Eternity will always be with you."

Since everyone's going all in, Eternal can't possibly give nothing... Although he didn't give anything, Eternal did make a promise—as long as Wayne is still in this universe, no matter when, Eternal will definitely be there to support his buddy whenever he needs help!

"That's more like it."

Without hesitation, Wayne immediately stood up and flew out of Kamar-Taj, his clothes twisting into a battle suit. He accelerated and broke through the time barrier, traveling upstream along the timeline.

……

If Superman can travel faster than light, then going back in time and returning to the past would be basic operations, wouldn't it?

Moreover, Wayne can not only travel through time and space, but also reverse cause and effect—it just goes to show that big clothes give you guts, and when he gets unreasonable, even the most basic logic gets slapped in the face.

Amu Superman is completely unbound by the timeline, and modifying the past will not create new time branches; it's just that Wayne doesn't do this often.

"Hmm... this is probably it."

Wayne stopped at a certain point in time.

At this moment, he was high in the sky, looking down at everything below, his gaze piercing through the clouds and landing on Xavier's Academy of Geniuses at this point in time.

Wayne bent down, breaking through the clouds, and flew towards Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters.

Professor X should still be around at this point in time, but it's not that Wayne looks down on him; it's just that Wayne's biofield resists all external forces, including mental attacks.

Even without Superman's superhuman beliefs, it's questionable whether Professor X could even sense Wayne's arrival. If Wayne actually stood right in front of him, Professor X would probably react as if he'd seen a ghost.

Floating slowly to a window, Wayne's expression turned somewhat strange—he thought he would never do such a thing again, but unexpectedly he had once again sneaked into the other woman's room without his father's knowledge.

This time, Wayne didn't open the window; instead, he went straight through the wall into the room.

Looking at the bulge wrapped in the blanket on the bed, Wayne couldn't help but wonder how he could wake up Jean.

Wayne calmly half-squatted down, his eyes, which were staring at the bottom of the bed, began to turn crimson and slowly heat up...

As the temperature slowly rose, a soft moan came from the bed. Qin was successfully awakened by the heat and sat up after throwing off the covers.

Her sleepy, beautiful blue-green eyes looked around before finally settling on Wayne, instantly dispelling any drowsiness.

Qin was stunned when she saw the incredibly handsome young man who had suddenly appeared in her room.

Wayne was stunned when he saw the little girl in front of him.

The atmosphere around them became somewhat quiet for a moment.

In the end, Wayne spoke first, asking about Jean's age with a hint of hope, wondering if it was possible that she was just a late bloomer.

Are they asking a girl's age right off the bat?!

Looking at that face, even more handsome than the prince charming she had imagined, the lovestruck Jean lowered her head shyly, momentarily forgetting that this was a strange man who had barged into her room in the middle of the night, and answered Wayne's question in a voice barely audible.

"..."

Wayne remained silent, stood there for two seconds, then turned back to the window. "Early to bed and early to rise is good for your health, kid. Just pretend I was never here today."

"Hey! Aren't you going to take responsibility for me?!"

Jean was eager to get out of bed and catch up, but Wayne was even more anxious—he instantly appeared behind her and covered her mouth.

"What nonsense are you talking about! I'm not responsible for what I did!"

At this moment, Wayne finally realized the downside of not hiding his identity—his bad deeds would be discovered.

No! He didn't do anything wrong!

However, seeing how explosive this kid's words were right off the bat, he still felt that he should use his bio-field to distort his perception, or at the very least wear a mask... but wouldn't that make him look like a pervert?

"Mmm..."

Jean stared at Wayne with her big, wet eyes, as if she wanted to say something.

Wayne tried to loosen his grip, "lift...", and then covered it again.

He let go, "Pants..." and covered them.

Let go, "I deny it!" Cover it!

It's over!!!

Completely inexperienced, Wayne casually tossed the violin back onto the bed and paced back and forth... What should he do now?

Kill all the witnesses? Wrong account, he's a superhero, he should solve this using superhero methods… But wait, he didn't do anything! I almost got led astray by this kid!

Wayne glanced at Jean, who was sobbing and clutching her blanket, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, hiding his intention to make a move—perhaps he should just modify the brat's memories directly.

He knew the power of saying things like, "How could a child lie?" or "She said your house has a basement."