24 Chapter 24 : System Task!

Professor X's expression turned grave as he addressed the gathered mutants. "I never anticipated that amidst our stringent crackdown, there lurked a sizable mutant laboratory in the neighboring country of Mexico."

"The institute that callously disregards human life, treating mutants as mere test subjects, must be dismantled."

"I will inform the Ministry of Defense for documentation. The operation is scheduled for eleven o'clock tonight. Scott, Orolo, and Logan will lead the team."

"Furthermore, Katie will join the mission. Her abilities will prove invaluable for our goal of rescuing the captives."

"And Peter, your steel abilities will fortify our defenses and bolster our offensive capabilities."

Turning to Iceman, who had raised his hand in inquiry, Professor X deliberated for a moment before responding, "Bobby, you'll remain at the school this time. While your presence would enhance our strength on the field, the school requires a defensive contingent."

"Recently, I've had a foreboding sense of impending danger."

As a formidable telepath, Professor X's psychic prowess had developed over decades, granting him immense mental capabilities.

However, his abilities diverged from conventional psychokinesis; he couldn't manipulate reality but could infiltrate minds, sift through memories, and even exert control.

Additionally, he possessed some mystical extensions of his powers.

For instance, he experienced premonitions of crises—faint sensations forewarning him of impending peril or danger related to him.

Lately, a persistent palpitation troubled him, signaling an imminent threat stronger than any he had faced before.

Despite multiple attempts to pinpoint the source of this danger using his brainwave amplifier, Professor X remained unsuccessful, prompting him to exercise caution.

Suddenly, he added, "Scott, bring Carl along for this mission."

Cyclops hesitated, "But, Professor, Carl lacks formal combat training. Isn't it unwise to thrust him into battle?"

Storm chimed in, echoing Cyclops' concerns.

Undeterred by their objections, Professor X replied, "In times of crisis, one must be discerning. Do not underestimate Carl."

"Though he's merely fifteen, he possesses a composed demeanor and stable abilities. With a little guidance, he'll become a capable fighter."

"And what better training than actual combat?"

"Perhaps after this mission, he'll emerge as a fully-fledged X-Man."

Before Scott or the others could respond, Wolverine interjected incredulously, "Professor, are you that confident in the kid?"

Having known Professor X for decades, Wolverine found his optimism toward Carl surprising.

With a smile, Professor X affirmed, "Absolutely. I've been observing him closely, and I believe in his potential."

"Logan, do not underestimate Carl. Though he's just fifteen, his overall strength surpasses that of many here, including you, Logan," Professor X cautioned, prompting Logan to raise an intrigued eyebrow. 

Not a hint of discontent stirred within Logan. Having weathered countless battles, he held a steadfast respect for every opponent, regardless of age or appearance. Moreover, when such words emanated from Professor X, they held weight beyond measure.

The mention of the boy he encountered at the school gates only fueled Logan's curiosity further. As the leader of the school, Professor X's decision resonated with the others, quelling any dissenting voices.

...

"Me? Participate in this battle?" 

Inside the room, Carl gazed at Cyclops, surprised by the unexpected summons.

Scott affirmed, "Yes, this rescue mission poses minimal danger. Hence, the professor has requested your presence to bolster your combat experience."

Anticipating Carl's excitement, Scott was taken aback when the latter shook his head in refusal. "Mr. Scott, can I decline?"

"Why?" Scott inquired, baffled.

For most students at Mutant School, an invitation to join the X-Men would spark unbridled enthusiasm. Over the decades, Professor X and his team had evolved into icons and beacons of hope for countless mutants.

Carl pondered briefly before expressing, "I fear my strength is inadequate."

"You think you're not strong enough?" Scott echoed, momentarily stunned.

Carl affirmed, "Yes, precisely. I am not strong enough."

Despite his initial curiosity and willingness to accompany the X-Men, Carl ultimately deemed it unnecessary upon careful consideration.

He'd only had Superman's powers for about half a month now, and while he didn't appear feeble, he wasn't exceptionally robust either.

A single potent missile could inflict severe harm upon him.

Moreover, what if he encountered abilities that countered his own, or mutants with specialized abilities?

He wasn't the Superman of Movie.

As a traveler, he wasn't a fiery teenager anymore. With his newfound strength, he wasn't oblivious to the dangers that lurked in the world. When vulnerable, he risked provoking formidable adversaries at every turn.

Yet, aided by his "Gold Finger," he fought back relentlessly.

This journey seemed to embody passion and inspiration.

But were it not for the protagonist's aura, I would've perished numerous times.

For Carl, who could draw strength from sunlight, the key was to advance discreetly, avoiding unnecessary attention, unless...

"Initiate task release conditions. Primary task now unlocked."

"Join the X-Men team, dismantle the Chris Institute. Mission reward: 1 Origin Point."

"Accept? Yes/No"

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