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One of them is marked with a red dot. That's their universe.

The image is magnified, revealing the Earth's bizarre internal structure: the entire Earth's core is actually a giant sphere composed of some kind of machinery!

This is... Strange's voice trembled.

"The true face of Earth," Wendy said. Then she fell unconscious again.

Silence enveloped the ruins.

After a long silence, Nina suddenly laughed. "So...we're standing on the biggest bomb in the entire universe?"

Lorna looked up at the sky. There was nothing unusual there anymore.

But a certain feeling told her that countless eyes were still watching from the shadows.

She packed her gear. She turned and walked towards the edge of the ruins. Thirty days later. We'll go and meet this Earth.

The ends of her hair unconsciously turned metallic. Then they quickly returned to normal.

Abilities are evolving.

Just like the fate that humanity is about to face.

The thirty-day deadline hung like the Sword of Damocles over our heads.

Lorna stood on the deck of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier. The sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell.

The data is all here. Nick Fury's single eye gleams in the dim light. All reports of anomalies in the Pacific Ocean from the past seventy years.

The holographic projection unfolds, revealing a sea area known as the Devil's Triangle. It's located at the specified coordinates.

Ron flipped through the data panel. 1945. A submarine detected a metallic reaction here. The scale was equivalent to...

A city. Fury continued. But it disappeared during the second probe.

Strange emerged from the portal, his robes stained with ice crystals. Records of Kamar-te 5.5 date back even further. Sorcerers described the Iron City in the sea as early as 3000 BC.

Wendy sat in the corner. Since waking up, she had become unusually quiet.

What do you see? Lorna knelt on one knee in front of her.

The girl's pupils dilated slightly. Gears. So many gears. And...

Her voice suddenly switched to a synthesized, mechanical tone: Welcome home. Son of Dawn.

Chapter 175 All personnel on Level One combat readiness

The deck shook violently. Alarms blared throughout the ship.

"Sir!" Agents burst in. An anomaly has appeared in the coordinates! The sea level is dropping!

Real-time satellite images of the Pacific Ocean are projected onto the central screen.

The once calm sea surface has formed a perfect whirlpool with a diameter of ten kilometers. The water flows and rotates in a way that defies the laws of physics, revealing a metallic structure deep within.

That wasn't a vortex. Lorna's magnetic field senses began to sting. Some kind of portal was opening.

Fury pressed the communicator: All personnel, Level 1 combat readiness!

"We should get going." Strange drew a portal. On the other side was a turbulent sea.

Lorna took one last look at Data Panel 13. It displayed the temperature at the center of the vortex: absolute zero.

This violates all the laws of nature.

Just before the portal closed, Wendy suddenly grabbed Lorna's wrist.

Don't believe what you see. A stream of data flashed in the girl's eyes. Everything there was...

The sound was cut off by a spatial jump.

The next second, they were standing on the deck of a S.H.I.E.L.D. submarine, facing the edge of the vortex.

Upon closer inspection, this vortex is not water at all, but a spiral channel composed of countless nanoscale metal particles.

Good heavens. Ron's old scar throbbed. This technology was centuries ahead of the Xuanming Body.

Strange's sling ring suddenly overheated and turned red. Something was interfering with the magical dimension.

A metal pillar rises from the center of the vortex. Its surface is engraved with spiral patterns that are exactly the same as those of the mutant genes.

That wasn't a building. Lorna suddenly realized. It was an antenna.

The top of the metal pillar cracked, releasing a pulse of light. Everyone simultaneously covered their heads—except Wendy. She walked straight to the edge of the vortex.

Wendy! Ron tried to grab her, but was repelled by an invisible force field.

The girl turned around. A green light appeared beneath her skin. "Don't worry. I'm just going home."

She fell backward, swallowed by the whirlpool.

The sea surface suddenly froze. The metal particles reformed into a flat surface.

A luminous path leads directly to the center of the vortex.

A trap? Strange tentatively tossed out an ice crystal. The crystal bounced a few times in its path. Then it vanished.

Lorna took the first step. There's only one way to know the answer.

The metal path sensed her footsteps. Holographic projections rose on both sides: images of Magneto throughout history, from youth to old age. Finally, the image froze on the version named Magnus.

Welcome to the final test. All images speak simultaneously. Prove you are worthy of inheriting the legacy.

The path suddenly collapsed! Lorna fell into darkness.

The fall lasted a full three minutes. Then she crashed onto a patch of metallic grass.

Yes. Metal grass. Each blade is a precise nanostructure. It rustles like a wind chime when it sways in the wind.

Lorna got up. She found herself standing in a miniature model of the solar system. All the planets were suspended in orbit. And the sun was—

Wendy.

The girl floated at the center, enveloped in a green cocoon of energy. Countless streams of data flowed from her to the various planets.

"Welcome to the Cradle." A voice came from behind.

Lorna turned around and saw Magnus leaning against the metal tree. His scepter was stuck in the ground, from which grew circuit board-like roots.

This is where?

The Earth's central control room. Magnus smiled. Or rather, what you call the Earth's core.

He waved. The scene shifted, revealing the true structure of the Earth:

Beneath a layer of rock three thousand kilometers thick lies a hybrid of mechanical and biological tissues, beating like a giant metal heart.

"The observers aren't aliens," Magnus said. "They're gardeners. They're responsible for looking after this petri dish."

Lorna's magnetic field abilities were a hundredfold enhanced here. She could sense the metallic pulse throughout the entire planet.

You mean... a petri dish?

Humans were experimental subjects. Wendy suddenly spoke, her voice sounding twenty years older. Mutants were antibodies born by accident.

Magnus nodded. Now. The antibodies must make a choice—

Continue to protect the petri dish. Or break it?

A countdown suddenly appeared in the sky:

00:10:00

Your father has given you ten minutes. Magnus's figure begins to fade. Enough time to contemplate the fate of a civilization.

Lorna gazed towards the center of the miniature solar system. Wendy's eyes turned pure green.

Chapter 176 The Gears of Destiny

The metal lawn suddenly began to deform.

The blades of grass transformed into slender pointers, spinning intricate dials on the ground. Each mark corresponded to a different historical moment—the atomic bomb explosion of 1945, the open declaration of mutants in 1963, the Sentinel rebellion of 2023…

Lorna's boots stepped on the 1987 mark, and a holographic projection suddenly popped up on the ground: a young Magneto was implanting a chip into a baby's cradle, and the baby in the cradle had a copper coin necklace around its neck that was the same as Lorna's.

This is the day you were born. Wendy's voice emanated from the energy cocoon, carrying a metallic resonance. Your father encoded access to the Earth's core into your genetic code.

Lorna took a step back, stepping on the 2005 mark. The projection shifts: Charles lies in a hospital bed, Magneto holds his hand, and the screen in front of them displays the design blueprints for the Son of Dawn.

They knew the truth from the beginning. Magnus's voice echoed among the metal trees; the observers harvested mature civilizations every millennium, and Earth was supposed to be wiped out in 2018.

The ground suddenly shook, and all the pointers simultaneously pointed to the present.

Wendy opened her eyes inside the energy cocoon, her green pupils reflecting Lorna's image: "Your father used his own genes as bait, causing the observers to misjudge our civilization's level. Now, it's your turn to decide whether to remove this protective shield."

Lorna looked up and saw countless eyes appearing outside the metal dome—not observers, but the consciousnesses that had guarded this place throughout the ages. Among them were mutants dressed in ancient Egyptian attire, medieval mages wielding bronze swords, and even future humans in spacesuits.

They are all key guardians. Magnus's scepter roots spread to Lorna's feet; the most powerful psychic and magnetic abilities of each era, their consciousness uploaded to the central control system after death.

The metal tree suddenly blooms, its petals unfolding into a screen that displays two options:

[Maintaining the status quo: Continue to conceal the true level of civilization; the next harvest time for the observers is 3000 AD]

[Initiating Ascension: Dismantling the disguise and revealing Earth's coordinates to the entire universe; Risk Level: 97% chance of extinction]

The countdown has reached 00:05:00.

Lorna's fingertips traced the option to maintain the status quo, and a prophetic image immediately appeared on the metal surface: humans and mutants continued to fight each other, the Sons of Dawn became the ruling class, and finally, in 2999, they killed each other to extinction.

She touched the activation button to ascend again, and the scene changed to the arrival of an interstellar fleet. Earth's civilization was reborn from the ashes in the war, but at the cost of 70% of the population disappearing.

There is no perfect choice. Ripples spread across Wendy's energy cocoon; the last gift her father left behind is the right to choose.

Lorna suddenly laughed.

She recalled a sentence in her father's notes: True freedom is not about choosing the safe path, but about having the courage to bear the consequences of any choice.

The metallic grass suddenly trembled violently.

Ron, Strange, and Nina tumbled out of the spatial rift, their clothes covered in fragments of data streams.

It seems we've caught up with a crucial plot point. Ron brushed the metallic dust off his body, and as his palm touched the ground, the metallic grass suddenly sprouted into vines, wrapping around his wrist.

The system here is monitoring us. Nina's new arm is flashing green; it's trying to figure out if we're trustworthy.

Strange drew a magic circle in an attempt to contact Kamar-Taj, only to discover that all the runes had transformed into the shape of DNA strands: the Ancient One was right, Earth itself is the oldest magical creation.

Chapter 177 Energy Bridge

The countdown has reached 00:01:00.

Wendy's energy cocoon began to shrink, and her body gradually became transparent: Quick! The central control system is about to forcibly activate maintenance mode!

Lorna turned and walked toward the metal tree, grasping Magnus's scepter.

The scepter suddenly burst into green light, and all the historical dials reversed simultaneously, eventually stopping at a blank node—the coordinates of the future.

Who said there were only two options? She plunged the scepter into the ground, and roots immediately grew wildly, piercing through all screens and options. My father taught me to control magnetic fields, Charles taught me to listen to my heart, and you—

She looked at Ron, Strange, and Nina, and her Magnetic Field and Mind 257 abilities erupted simultaneously, forming a golden energy bridge between the four of them.

It taught me to trust my companions.

The ruby ​​at the top of the scepter cracked open, revealing its core—a drop of blood that was a fusion of Magneto, Charles, and countless mutant genes.

Lorna dripped her blood into the core.

The entire control room began to be reorganized.

Metal planets, energy cocoons, and data streams all merged into that drop of blood, forming a rotating two-colored vortex—one half green representing the magnetic field, and the other half gold representing the mind.

The countdown froze at the last second.

Magnus's figure solidified again, this time his expression was no longer cold: You have created a third possibility.

No. Lorna shook her head, the vortex settling in her palm. "I'm simply letting the gears of fate turn together."

The vortex suddenly rose into the air, pierced through the metal dome, and transformed into a beam of light that pierced through the Earth.

The Devil's Triangle in the Pacific Ocean has disappeared, replaced by a floating metal island engraved with the names of all the guardians.

On the radar of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, the Earth marker has turned into a two-colored vortex.