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In the distance came the sound of sirens rising and falling, but even more terrifying was the sound of some huge object scraping against metal mixed in with it.

Wendy's tattoos suddenly began to move, reforming into warning text on her skin: Do not look directly at the sky.

Nina suddenly grabbed Lorna's hand: Your eyes...

Lorna's irises had turned completely golden-green. When she spoke, her voice echoed with a similar resonance to Magnus's: "Father left a map in our genes. The equation stolen by Red Skull, the Sentinels created by Trask—they were all just... road signs."

The first drop of black rain fell on the roof. It wasn't water, but some kind of viscous liquid with a rusty smell. The concrete it touched immediately corroded, creating honeycomb-like holes.

Acid rain? Strange tried to cover it with his torn sleeve.

Worse still. Lorna looked up at the crimson pillar of light—it was digestive fluid.

The Chrysler Building’s spire suddenly collapsed. An indescribable outline appeared and disappeared in the dust—it wasn’t a building, but some enormous presence squeezing into reality from a higher dimension.

Its surface constantly changes its geometric shape, sometimes resembling a multifaceted crystal, and sometimes resembling the internal organs of a organism.

Sean awoke at that moment. Seeing the strange phenomenon in the sky, he suddenly burst into maniacal laughter: "Eric, you madman...you really turned the club into an anchor point..."

Chapter 168 The Final Agreement

Wendy's tattoos suddenly sprang up, wrapping around her neck like living things. She struggled to look at her arm—the lines were forming countdown numbers.

"They're here," Lorna whispered. Her hair moved without wind, the ends beginning to shimmer with a metallic sheen. The game was over.

As she spoke, all the metal objects in the city simultaneously rose into the air. From cars to streetlights, from steel bars to coins, everything flew towards the Chrysler Building. They melted and reformed in mid-air, forming a metallic storm that circled the crimson pillar of light.

At the eye of the storm, the indescribable outline finally revealed some details—it was a giant eye made of pure data, its pupil reflecting countless different Earths.

The Observer... Strange fell to his knees, blood seeping from his seven orifices; he was summoning his kind.

Lorna floated into the air, and the blood she absorbed formed glowing patterns on her chest. When the patterns were complete, everyone could see what they were—a miniature map of the solar system, but all the planetary orbits exhibited a D-NA spiral structure.

It wasn't a summons. Her voice was no longer entirely human; it was a warning.

The metallic storm suddenly collapsed inward. In the blinding light, the eye of data was forcibly closed.

The sky split open like a ripped curtain, sucking in the blood-red beam of light, the acidic black rain, and all the other anomalies.

When the last trace of the strange phenomenon vanished, New York returned to an eerie calm. Sunlight streamed back onto the rooftops, as if the terror that had just occurred had never happened.

Only a few details proved it wasn't an illusion: Wendy's tattoo disappeared, Nina's severed arm sprouted a new, metallic-looking limb, Strange's magic rings shattered, and Ron developed a clover mark on his chest identical to the Dark Core.

Lorna landed slowly. Her eyes returned to normal, but everyone noticed that her shadow landed a beat later than her body.

Sean struggled to his feet; the crystal box was empty: he had used the key...

No. Lorna looked in the direction of the Chrysler Building; he had merely activated the final agreement left by his father.

In the distance, amidst the ruins of the building, hundreds of incubation pods are automatically opening. The same words are engraved on the surface of each pod:

···Requesting flowers····· ·····

Emergency Response Plan: Son of Dawn

In the ruins of New York, silence hung heavy like a shroud. The Chrysler Building's remains still burned, black smoke twisting and rising into the sky like some struggling living thing. Lorna stood on the edge of the roof, the wind whipping her hair, the ends still gleaming with the lingering metallic sheen.

Strange stared at his hands, the magical runes on his knuckles now dull and lifeless. "My power is locked," he whispered, not a drain, but some kind of... more complete suppression.

.. ..... ....

Ron looked down at the clover mark on his chest, and when he touched it with his fingertips, he heard a faint mechanical hum beneath his skin. This wasn't a brand; he frowned, it was some kind of implant.

Nina moved her newly formed arm, the metal and flesh perfectly integrated, her knuckles moving with an almost eerie dexterity. "My system has been reset," she looked up, a line of data flashing deep in her pupils, but the code structure was completely different... This wasn't Trask's technology.

Wendy stood silently to the side. Her tattoos were gone, but a small scar appeared on the inside of her wrist, as if she had been precisely cut open with a scalpel.

Chapter 169 Storage Device

She stared at the ruins in the distance and suddenly spoke: "Those people in the incubation pods... they've woken up."

-

Deep within the ruins of the Chrysler Building, metal fragments spontaneously reassembled to form a spiral staircase leading underground.

The glass covers of hundreds of incubation chambers slowly slid open, white mist overflowed, and the figures inside sat up one by one.

They wore identical silver-white uniforms with clover emblems embroidered on their chests. The "257" members looked almost abnormally young—without wrinkles, scars, or even expressions.

Their eyes gleamed with a pale golden light in the dim underground facility, like the pupils of some cold-blooded animal.

Son of Dawn, Sean Cassidy coughed, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Eric's last move... he copied himself.

Lorna's fingertips trembled slightly. She had seen these incubation chambers in her hallucinations, but seeing them in person still sent a chill down her spine. "They're not clones," she whispered, "they're improved versions."

In the incubation chamber closest to the exit, a tall woman stood up.

Her silver hair was lighter than Lorna's, almost pure white, and faint green veins were visible beneath her skin.

As she stepped out of the cabin, the metal debris on the ground automatically moved aside, as if afraid of her touch.

"Lorna Dane," the woman spoke, her voice like a cold, mechanical synthesized tone, "the key you are carrying has completed the activation process."

Who are you? Lorna tensed up, and a magnetic field silently gathered at her fingertips.

"We are the enforcers of the agreement," the woman replied. "When the observer marks this plane, the Sons of Dawn will activate the final defense."

Strange stepped forward: Defense? You almost tore the entire city to pieces!

The woman turned to look at him, her golden pupils slightly contracting: Sacrifice was necessary. The observers had been misled; they had only taken redundant data—the true gene pool had already been moved.

Ron suddenly realized: the Xuanming Core... that's not a weapon at all, it's a storage device!

The woman's gaze fell on the mark on his chest: Correct. Xuanming is a biometal jointly developed by Eric and the Hellfire Club, capable of perfectly encrypting mutant genes. The formula that Trask and Red Skull were fighting over was merely bait.

Nina's mechanical eye quickly focused: Where is the real gene pool?

All the children of dawn looked up at the sky at the same time.

-

Three hours earlier, as the green light tore through the clouds, more than 700 nodes around the world simultaneously released a signal. Not transmitted outwards, but inwards—deep underground.

From the Siberian permafrost to the African desert, from deep-sea volcanoes to beneath the Antarctic ice sheet, facilities that have been dormant for many years are being activated one by one.

They were like dormant blood vessels, suddenly infused with life. At the center of each facility, a drop of dark red liquid floated—exactly the same drop of blood Sean carried.

As the Son of Dawn awakens, these blood droplets begin to boil and recombine into entirely new gene sequences.

"Father didn't want to protect mutants," Lorna whispered. "He wanted to reshape us."

Sean wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered: Eric was never a savior; he was just a fanatical chess player.

He knew all along that the observers would come to reap the rewards, so he preemptively destroyed and recombined all the human and mutant genes—now, no one can tell which are the original data and which are his 'improved versions'.

Chapter 170 Encryption Instructions

Wendy suddenly raised her wrist, the veins beneath the scar glowing faintly: We...are also part of the agreement?

The woman looked at her: You are the variables. Eric couldn't predict who would survive to the end, so he implanted triggering conditions at all the key points—the Dark Core, the Magic Temple, the mechanical prosthetics, and even… Her gaze swept over Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme's spell library.

Strange's expression changed drastically: He had tampered with the Kamar-Taj scriptures?

"No," the woman said calmly, "he was just making sure you would use 'that' spell."

-

The countdown continues.

The Sons of Dawn began to line up, their movements as precise as machines, their silver-white uniforms standing out starkly against the ruins.

The woman—they called her Prime-01—approached Lorna and extended her hand: The agreement is not yet complete. The observers may have been misled, but they will eventually discover the anomaly. We need your permission.

Lorna didn't move: What permissions?

Prime-01's pupils constrict: Initiating the 'Nirvana' protocol to completely erase the genetic markers of this plane.

"What does that mean?" Ron asked sharply.

This means that Prime-01's voice will be completely static, and all creatures carrying mutant genes will be reset to the baseline human.

The silence fell like a heavy hammer.

Nina's robotic arm suddenly emitted a piercing alarm: They're lying! She grabbed Prime-01's wrist and forcibly accessed the data stream. This wasn't a reset protocol—it was an extermination program!

A holographic projection burst forth from her mechanical eyes, displaying an encrypted command:

[Gene Sequence Locking – Execution of Comprehensive Purification]

Prime-01's expression shifted for the first time: ...Incorrect instruction. The protocol has been tampered with.

It wasn't tampering. Sean suddenly burst into laughter, his voice hoarse like cracking metal—it was Eric's backup plan! He didn't trust anyone, not even his own 'child'!

Lorna's magnetic field suddenly erupted, and metal fragments swirled around her like a storm: What exactly does her father want?

Prime-01's skin began to crack, revealing the green light path beneath—just like Magnus: he thought…

Her voice stopped abruptly.

A crimson beam of light pierced her forehead, as precise as a scalpel.

At the edge of the ruins, a figure draped in a tattered black robe slowly walked towards them. In his hand he held an old-fashioned revolver, the muzzle still smoking.

He wants war.

Professor X—Charles Xavier—raised his cloudy eyes, a cold smile curving his lips.

And I will end it.

Charles's wheelchair rolled over the metal fragments, making a screeching sound.

The cold glint of his mechanical prosthetics shone from beneath his black robe. He was a completely different person from the gentle professor I remembered.

Charles... Strange's voice was filled with disbelief. You're still alive?

"Alive, 257?" Charles chuckled. His left eye suddenly flashed with a blue light, like a data stream. "It depends on your definition of being alive."

Prime-01's body lay on the ground. Green light streamed from the wound, creeping towards Charles like living vines.

Lorna's magnetic field instantly formed a barrier, cutting off the path of light. You killed her!

"It," Charles corrected. "These are just bionic containers that Eric made." He raised the revolver. The barrel deformed and reassembled, revealing a DNA scanner inside. Just like this toy. It could only kill specific targets.

Ron felt a sudden, burning pain in the clover mark on his chest. "You're part of the agreement too?"

Chapter 171 Block

Charles's gaze swept over everyone. It lingered on Wendy's face for a second longer. "I am the one who broke the agreement." Eric had gone mad. Did he think resetting genes would stop the Observers?

He abruptly threw off his black robe, revealing a silver device implanted in his spine—engraved with the same patterns as the Xuanming Core.

See this? Twelve years ago. Eric implanted it in my brain. To make me the first Child of Dawn.

Strange's pupils contracted. Therefore, Magnus is...

"My backup." Charles tapped his temple. "Eric needs my psychic abilities. But he didn't expect me to leave a backdoor deep within his consciousness."

The ruins suddenly trembled. More Sons of Dawn poured out of the underground facility. Their eyes were all locked on Charles. His golden pupils contracted into dangerous vertical lines.

Charles Xavier. They spoke in unison. Identified as a traitorous variable. Execute cleanup.

Charles sighed. He retrieved a metal sphere from a hidden compartment in his wheelchair. "Do you know what Eric's biggest mistake was?"

He pressed the button on top of the sphere. He always thought that magnetic fields were the strongest force.

The sphere unfolded, releasing invisible pulse waves. All the Sons of Dawn froze simultaneously. Their skin began to peel away, revealing an intricate mechanical structure beneath.

"The soul is," Charles said softly.

As the pulse wave swept across Lorna, she felt a sharp headache, as if a thousand needles were piercing her brain simultaneously.

Illusions surged forth like a tidal wave—

She saw a young Magneto standing in the laboratory. Before him were two incubation chambers. One contained her as an infant. The other... was a clone of Charles.

"The genetic lock requires two keys," Magneto said in the illusion. "Your magnetic field. And his mind."

The illusion shifts. The adult Charles is strapped to an operating table. Magneto implants a silver device into his spine. Forgive me. Old friend. This is the only way to save them.

The final image shows Charles lying in a pool of blood, a metal shard protruding from his chest. Magneto kneels beside him, holding the metal sphere in his hand...