[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

The wheelchair rolled over the thick snow, making a "creaking" sound of icy friction.

Charles didn't reach out to control the wheelchair, but the silver wheels of the wheelchair moved forward with his thoughts and grunts.

This is of course not the real space, here is the world of thinking and soul.

The two ruts of the wheelchair pressed through the smooth and thick snow layer, and drove towards the dilapidated shack faintly exposed in the wind and snow.

The hazy sky made it difficult to tell whether it was daytime or evening. The huge world seemed to be filled with cold winds, but there seemed to be only a small corner of the world.

——The moldy and gray wooden walls, the plastic sheet covering the holed roof, and looking at the small flower window with only a big fire burning in the distance.

The overly lonely and gloomy scenes make people feel sad at first glance.

It has been more than ten years since Charles came here last time, but the owner of this world who lived in the shed more than ten years ago has grown from a dirty little bean who doesn't know good and evil to a sharp-edged character. A grown woman who is as sharp as a knife.

"...You know why I came here, Nan Ting."

Charles parked his wheelchair under the window sill of the shed and looked up at the silhouette standing inside the window.

Nightingale in the spiritual world is not masked, nor is he wearing black uniform and boots.

Her long hair was loose, her face was light and docile, and she was looking down at the red clay stove in front of her, which was less than her knee height.

The hot claypot porridge is bubbling in the pot.

From the cracks in the lid that was constantly lifted up and down by the viscous porridge, streams of warm, fragrant, and drowsy human smoke leaked out.

Truth be told, Charles was surprised he'd gotten in here again—rather than being turned away at the same time the flickering space was broken.

I am even more surprised that this world is still the same as it was more than ten years ago, hiding a peace that people can't bear to criticize.

Whether it was Little Nightingale who grew up in a black street, participated in theft, fraud and robbery, and had a naive and bad personality, or Nightingale who seemed to be in a terrible state and tended to run amok...they didn't seem to have changed much.

For this type of people, it is difficult to say whether they are too extreme or too pure.

This made Professor X feel a powerless, thorny feeling that couldn't be said to be good or bad.

"No, I don't know." The girl who was facing him took a long-handled spoon, lifted the lid of the casserole and began to stir it slowly, "—you don't know either." You don't know why you came here either.

Charles was stunned for a moment, subconsciously leaned forward in the wheelchair, and retorted: "Of course I know, I am for you... If you give up the restrictions, you will collapse, and you will go to the end..."

"You are a good man, Charles." However Nightingale cut him off shortly.

"You—many of you, are good people. I've known that since I was little."

"Heroes of mutants, heroes of New York, heroes of Star City and Central City, heroes of Earth and God's Domain..."

"Maybe I won't have the chance to say this again - I admire you, really, Charles, there is something different in your blood, I can't be you, but I admire you."

A big bubble of "Bo——" came out of the viscous porridge.

"But Percy is my hero alone."

Although the words were very soft, the expression of the speaking Nightingale became cold and hard. Charles noticed that the wind and snow had begun to rage, causing stinging pain on his cheeks.

"He's such a nice guy."

The plastic sheet on the roof pressing the stone bricks groaned convulsively, and the collapse and tremor of the ground made the shack in the center of the snowstorm look crumbling.

"...How could the world treat him like that."

The world overturned, the wind and snow raged, and the space collapsed.

……

At the moment when he was forcibly expelled from Nightingale's space of consciousness, the professor in the wheelchair felt uncontrollable anxiety.

No one realized Nightingale's true abilities earlier than Charles Xavier.

He used to be her mentor, the senior who led her hands on her road to enlightenment.

The ability to change reality with one's thoughts is almost a realm of gods, very, very dangerous, and almost uncontrollable.

The human brain can flash countless images in an instant - even if you don't realize it - so a person can suddenly "think" at any moment and jump from the Himalayas to Bermuda.

When Nightingale's ability was still weak, her consciousness was just a small spoon to the world, which could only dig out a small round hole.

But what about when she grows up?

When she can't control her brain, any moment of concentration will cause changes in the real world.

That change would evolve, feed back, and be another stimulus to her brain, snowballing from a small "burn a stove to keep warm" to "wood can burn" and eventually to "the biggest thing in the world" All combustibles are on fire"...

To prevent this kind of thinking from spreading, unless her consciousness has been kept focused on the decision.

—— Absolute concentration, everyone knows how difficult it is.

Therefore, after capturing little Nightingale through the brainwave amplifier, Charles quickly found her-at that time, she was using the child's appearance to blackmail and cheat money.

With the help of Professor X, the little girl who used to use words and symbols to focus on her abilities has gradually changed the mode of using her abilities. path of.

——As long as it is "written down" by her, any explanation that can express self-awareness will have a corresponding impact on reality.

You will not damage your vitality because of excessive ability, and you will not destroy the people around you and yourself because of out-of-control ability.

If it weren't for that "joke" with the clown, she'd probably have a pretty good life as a mutant.

So after she refused to join Academy X, Charles didn't push.

……

In the underground base, Charles, who was forcibly expelled from the spiritual world, let out a muffled grunt.

Their conversation seemed to last for a long time, but in the real world it only passed for a moment.

Except for Phoenix Girl, who is also a psychic user, no one has noticed this spiritual confrontation, but they have eyes to see, a nightingale whose eyes destroyed the flashing space door, is not in a normal state.

The little blue demon Kurt appeared next to Kuaiyin, and said in a small uneasy voice: "...she reminds me of Qin who absorbed the power of solar flares back then."

Back then, the explosion of Phoenix Girl's ability in the cosmic vacuum almost caused a sensation all over the country.

Nightingale is not a phoenix girl, but at this moment she is as dangerous as a black phoenix.

Her shining golden pupils fluttered down directly in front of her, so the air wall operated by the tall mutant was like a punctured balloon, and the air molecules collapsed and reorganized, just like when they came, reversely previous manipulator.

The airflow that distorts the light due to density changes formed a flexible giant hand—like the tentacles of a sea monster—and slammed it viciously at the mutant's chest, throwing him against the wall, breaking more than a dozen ribs and entangled him. His waist, limbs, neck.

So the originally powerful and strong man was like a rooster that was lifted to the fatal place. His chest was strangely and limply sunken inward, and the sound of his throat breaking was accompanied by the sound of "hohohoh" coughing up blood. "With a snap, he twisted his head.

Nightingale tossed the lump aside as casually as if she was throwing trash, and looked at the clown whose protector had died but whose expression hadn't changed.

"Maybe focusing is not an easy thing."

"But when I look at you, Joker, my vision is so clear that no one can bother me to see it."

The clown laughed curiously: "Looking up close, life is always a tragedy, but in the long run, any life is a comedy...so what do you see?"

Nightingale smiled, "Your ending."

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