Shadow of the Beautiful World

If civilizations can be bred in the ocean...

In the imaginary genre of science fiction, this is an enduring topic.

The source of this illusion, and the reason for it, is probably because people always say that the ocean is the cradle of life, and in this world, the area of ​​the ocean is indeed several times larger than that of the land.

If there are really unknown lives and kingdoms hidden in the ocean, then the splendor of this world will be multiplied several times in an instant.

But in fact, this world is already wonderful enough, the premise is that there must be a pair of eyes that can see through falsehood.

The life and civilization in the Kingdom of the Seven Seas do exist.

They appeared earlier than land civilizations, and they have always been hidden in the reality that is obscured by ordinary days.

Just under the sea, in the dark abyss, countless pairs of eyes are peeping into the world on land.

Those creatures living in the sea are full of curiosity about the land, but they also show disdain. They arrogantly think that the two sides are in two worlds and should never touch each other.

On the coast of Utopia Island, amidst the ebb and flow of the tide, Namor stood on a reef with a silver trident on his back. This powerful mutant looked at the distant sea, quietly like a sculpture.

He is thinking about something.

About his hometown, where he and his mother were born.

The underwater world that people can't like.

A catastrophe is about to happen.

Although Namor is far away from that world, he still has his own eyes in the kingdom of Atlantis.

People who are dissatisfied with any system.

They live in it, loathe the existing system for various reasons, and long for change, and hope that the change will be carried out by themselves.

They don't care much about the chaos that changes will bring...

All they care about is change itself.

Those sea people who are very dissatisfied with the traditions and rigidity of Atlantis are the best and natural allies of the exiled prince Namor.

Orm, the son of the brutal king of Orwax, will be crowned in 2 days.

That brat is going to be the master of the kingdom of Atlantis.

He will launch a war to show off his force, find a common enemy for the separated countries of the Seven Seas, and then use war to bind each other closely.

Orm hopes to become the first King of the Seven Seas after the ancient Atalanta, and truly rule the entire underwater world.

He is very young, has enough energy and ambition, and is also supported by the Atlanteans because of the orthodoxy of his blood.

The coronation in 2 days will be Namor's last chance.

If he doesn't wrest the throne from Orm, the change Namor craves for his homeland will likely never come.

Namor looked at the sea water in front of him. Just last night, his allies of the sea people sent a stern pleading, which was more like a urging.

They demanded that Namor return to Atlantis to challenge Orm for his coronation.

This is a dangerous job, and Namor will die surrounded by Atlantis soldiers if he is not careful.

But those allies ignored this danger, and they demanded that Namor be present.

They crave change, but any change requires sacrifice.

They didn't want to sacrifice themselves, so Namor, an exile who claimed to bring a new order to the world of the Seven Seas in the past, became the best victim.

That's the downside of being a leader...

Occasionally, you'll be pushed into the foreground by a cult following, a victim of the future you profess

I knew I could find you here.

A hoarse and cold voice sounded behind Namor, and the mutant with the trident didn't look back.

He just stood there, letting the sea breeze blow his long black hair and pat his handsome face.

You look very upset.

The voice is approaching.

It was a woman.

Wearing a white combat uniform and a white windbreaker, the hem of the windbreaker swayed with the movement of high-heeled shoes, and was blown around by the sea breeze. Dancing together, there was also long golden hair.

She is slender and elegant, and there is always an awe-inspiring air when she speaks.

It was an aura of being in the top position for a long time.

Tell me, what's the anxiety, what's the irritability, what's the worry...

While talking, the woman raised her foot, as if she was about to step into the sea.

But the next moment, she stepped on the air, as if stepping on an invisible ladder, and walked towards the reef where Namor was.

She can control the power of the mind, just like Professor X, she can even affect matter with this power of the mind.

Or it might be more appropriate to call it telekinetic power.

Namor, we're friends, aren't we?

She was standing beside Namor. This tall woman was hardly much shorter than Namor. She turned her head and could see Namor's slightly hazy eyes.

she says:

Friends should help each other. I know you went to see the professor early in the morning.

I don't know what you talked about, but the professor seems to reject you... That old man is like that, he is hesitant and indecisive...

She paused, lowered her voice, and said to Namor:

But what he can't help you with, maybe I can?

I'm not going to join your hellfire club.

Namor glanced at the woman beside him, he said seriously and indifferently:

I don't have time to play upper-class social games with you...Emma, ​​maybe it's better for you to seduce other people. I have important things to do, please don't disturb my thinking.

You!

The White Queen, the head of the Hellfire Club, the powerful alpha mutant Emma Frost gave the indifferent Namor a hard look.

She crossed her arms and said rather dissatisfied:

You obviously have a stereotyped view of the Hellfire Club. Just like other superficial men, you only pay attention to the surface, but ignore the really important inside. I said, we can help you.

And what we expect is only what you can give us in return. You can treat this as a...'business'.

Emma looked at the turbulent sea, she said calmly:

We make the investment and recoup the cost when necessary and the returns that come with it.

I actually know what you're thinking about. I've also heard about the Seven Seas Kingdom, including what you've been planning. What's more cost-effective than investing in a future king?

Namor's expression changed.

He turned his head and observed Emma carefully.

The White Queen felt Namor's gaze, and she didn't care. Instead, she turned around, put her left hand on her waist, and made a very seductive pose, so that Namor could see it more clearly.

After a few seconds, Namor looked away and said:

I'm not a king, I'm just an exile.

You just lack soldiers!

Emma covered her mouth and chuckled a few times. With her long blond hair shaking, she leaned on Namor's shoulder rather ambiguously.

Her slender left hand slid down along Namor's sharply carved muscle lines, and she said in Namor's ear:

How can a king not have soldiers of his own? I can give you the necessary force you need, and the whole Hellfire Club will stand behind you at your command.

Although we are small in number, we are all powerful advanced mutants. It is not a big problem to deal with a fully armed army.

We will fight for you. After you sit on the throne of Atlantis, you and your kingdom will also respond to our desire and fight for us when necessary.

It's a business, Namor, it's like a loan, as long as you nod...

Emma's fingers gripped something.

Between the slight movements of her fingers, the White Queen's expression also became more charming.

she says:

You must be hesitating, because you don't know what price you will pay after accepting this kindness. Don't worry, Namor, I won't let you do bad things.

Effectively, you could read that we're trying to save the world.

The White Queen sighed lightly, and she said:

Just imagine, why would the professor who is full of protection and the stubborn Magneto allow the Hellfire Club to exist in the mutant society for a long time?

We are not sedition plotters, although we always work in the shadows.

For the dangers that have always existed, some people choose to ignore them, some people choose to avoid them, but some people will do their best to prepare for the future.

Emma stuck out her tongue and lightly licked Namor's earlobe.

she says:

If you want to know more, if you accept our 'investment', come to my room tonight...

She let go of her fingers, and with an odd smile, she said:

We can talk about some 'details'.

The king of the seven seas must always have a queen... I think I am quite suitable, what do you think?

Amidst Emma's hoarse and seductive laughter, the White Queen stretched out her hand to straighten Namor's clothes, then ran her fingers through her hair, and glanced at the empty sea in front of their eyes.

She gave Namor a soft kiss on the cheek, which was as indifferent as a sculpture, and then stepped off the sand on the air as she had come.

At the moment when the White Queen's figure completely disappeared, the empty sea water under Namor's feet suddenly rolled up.

As the shadows floated, a large head with disheveled hair poked out of the water.

In the tumbling sea water, that guy was like a magician, holding a golden trident, floating up from the bottom of the sea, and finally stood on the surface of the tumbling sea water.

As he shook his head, the water-soaked hair and beard swung around his lion-like cheeks, flicking the water droplets to the sides.

He said to Namor:

Brother, who was that woman just now? She has a great figure, I saw her touching yours... Is she your girlfriend?

she?

Facing his brother's gossipy inquiry, Namor's face flashed an unfriendly expression, and he said softly:

She's not, she's just a... schemer, maybe.

She invited you to her room tonight.

Arthur, who jumped out of the sea, winked. The young man's face was full of obscene expressions that a man should have. He said to Namor:

Are you going? You don't seem to like the way she looks.

No one likes dealing with a poisonous snake, Arthur, even if the snake has a pretty face.

Looking at the water, Namor sighed and said:

As for tonight...

Go! Why not? She's right. It's just a business, an investment. Anyway, no matter what happens, I won't suffer.

Tell me, Arthur, what's the matter with you coming all the way here?

He looked at his cousin.

Arthur is in his 20s this year, the most restless and reckless age in his life. In the past few years, Namor has avoided involving Arthur in matters related to Atlantis.

He did it to protect this immature younger brother, and also to fulfill the agreement with Merlin.

Facing Namor's question, Arthur, who was carrying a trident, moved his body while beckoning to Namor. He said:

Come with me, Merlin sent me a message. He told us to wait for him in Port of Mercy at midnight today. He has something important to tell us!

Merlin?

Namor's expression changed again.

He clenched the silver trident tightly in his hand, and he said to Arthur:

Did he say what it was?

No.

A slightly complicated smile appeared on Arthur's lion-like face, and he said to Namor:

But I can probably guess.

To tell you the truth, I've always wanted to meet my brother who I've never met...Atlantis will usher in a new king, but it definitely won't be Orm.

He looked at Namor, and he said:

Brother, you won't give up this opportunity, right? You should know that as long as you nod, I will definitely help you ascend to the throne.

Hearing Arthur's words, Namor's expression became a little more complicated.

He said:

Arthur, the hatred for that country is enough to drown me alone. You can live your life and your life on land. You don't need to think about these bad things.

It's easy for you to say!

Arthur curled his lips. He stood with his cousin. He looked at the big white sharks wandering in the sea in the distance. He said:

After I knew my mother died at the bottom of the ocean, these things were something I couldn't avoid.

It's the damn stupid system that killed my mom, that abominable country that deserves change, and you, you can change it, and that's the right thing to do.

Arthur held out his hand to Namor, and he said in a serious tone:

In order to prevent my mother's tragedy from happening again, and to do the right thing...I will help you, Namor, brother, this time even if you ask, I will not run away!

Namor looked at his brother with complicated eyes, and then at Arthur's extended hand.

After a few seconds he took Arthur's hand, and said:

Okay! Brother, this time, let's go home together! Turn that unfair world upside down!

Hey, take it easy.

Arthur's expression became weird again, he pointed in the direction of Utopia Island, and said:

You still have an appointment with a beautiful woman tonight. Anyway, I brought the news. It's midnight, the Lighthouse of Grace Harbor. Just don't be late... and don't be tired, I think Merlin doesn't want to see you with an over-indulgent look on your face .”

After speaking, Arthur jumped back into the sea with a smirk, and the white waves, like sonic waves, burst out underwater and quickly disappeared from Namor's vision.

This bastard!

Namor cursed, then looked back at the island behind him with a smile on his face.

That is Utopia, the base camp of mutants, in which is hidden a strange power capable of overturning the world.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he said:

Queen... oh, let me see then.

What qualifications do you have to be my queen!