With the assistance of Erik, the King of Iron, the construction speed increased significantly, and the project timeline was cut by more than half.
Not to mention, the way he wore his helmet and fastened the chin strap really gave him the look of someone working on a construction site.
Apart from Erik, the other workers on the construction team were ordinary people.
However, with Charles, a Telepathy user, around, there was no need to worry about them leaking information about this place.
It wasn't just them; as long as any ordinary person was inside the X-Mansion, once they left the academy's premises, their memories would be automatically corrected until they returned next time to pick up their memories again.
It was precisely because of this safeguard that they could hire ordinary people without any qualms.
After all, not every position was suitable for a Mutant.
For important positions like teachers, the number of Mutants in the entire X-Mansion who could take on the role could be counted on two hands, and more than half of them could only be P.E. teachers.
As for subjects involving advanced knowledge like mathematics, physics, and biology, only Charles and Hank in the entire X-Mansion were qualified, but they each had a pile of things to busy themselves with and couldn't spend their days in the classroom.
Because of this, most of the subject teachers at the X-Mansion were ordinary people.
However, Charles secretly added a layer of cognitive mist to them, making them feel nothing strange about anything in the X-Mansion, treating this place like a normal school to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Influenced by Darian, the Charles of this World was more flexible than his counterparts in other Universes.
To put it bluntly, he had flexible moral boundaries.
In Charles's view, a little cheating didn't count as cheating, and it didn't violate his principles.
Of course, Charles strictly refused operations like "clearing memories to avoid paying wages," and indicated that the suggestion from a certain black-hearted capitalist named Darian was very good, but suggested not to suggest it next time.
"Speaking of which, so many days have passed, why hasn't the dungeon mission been triggered yet?"
Darian looked at Charles and Erik at the construction site, feeling a bit puzzled.
According to past dungeon patterns, the mission prompt should have been triggered by now.
But even now, let alone a dungeon mission, he hadn't even seen a shadow of a side quest; the surroundings were calm, and it didn't look like anything was happening at all.
"Could it be that the trigger point for the dungeon mission isn't here, but somewhere else?"
Darian stroked his chin and analyzed.
But the problem was, Charles and Erik, the representatives of the heroes and villains in the X-Men series, plus Logan, the pillar of the X-Men series, were all in this place.
Unless it was a third-rate character like Wade, who couldn't afford to hire these traffic stars, basically, as long as something big happened, it would be hard to avoid these three.
Other than here, he really couldn't think of anywhere else to trigger the dungeon mission.
Darian thought for a moment and decided to go to Logan to try his luck.
"Logan, this is our last chance, whether we succeed or not depends on you."
"Change the past, save the future!"
Logan snapped his eyes open.
The dark temple was gone, replaced by a lush woodland with a lake nearby.
The sunlight spilled through the leaves, warm and cozy, completely different from that gray and desperate future—they were two different Worlds.
He clutched his forehead, feeling as though his brain was as muddled as paste.
But soon, memories that did not belong to this body gradually emerged.
That was the timeline fifty years later.
For Mutants, it was a dark, apocalyptic World.
Humans created a type of robot called Sentinels and began hunting Mutants all over the World.
These Sentinel Robots could detect any Mutant's X-Gene and could even replicate and use Mutant abilities, switching freely between multiple powers.
This terrifying ability made them invincible; most Mutants only got beaten up when they encountered them.
Even worse, Sentinel Robots were mass-produced, batch after batch, and could never be killed off.
Even a powerful Mutant like Magneto could hardly withstand swarms of Sentinel Robots.
Under the large-scale hunting by Sentinel Robots, the Mutant population faced the greatest survival crisis in history.
Even when Professor X and Magneto, the two Mutant leaders, joined forces, they couldn't stop the advance of the Sentinel Robots and could only watch helplessly as their compatriots were killed one by one.
Within a few years, the Mutant population was almost wiped out; the few remaining Mutants hid everywhere, but they still couldn't escape the pursuit of the Sentinel Robots. Those Sentinel Robots were like they had a map hack; no matter where the Mutants hid, they could be found.
Fortunately, there was a Mutant named Kitty Pryde in their team who could send a person's consciousness back into their past body. Whenever a Sentinel Robot came knocking, Kitty Pryde would use her ability to send that person back to the past to give their past self a heads-up.
It was just like playing a game; before the record was automatically saved, you would quickly load a save file and restart.
Relying on this invincible SL method, they somehow dodged countless dead ends.
But escaping day after day was not a solution.
After one save-load, a few men gathered together, and suddenly someone came up with an idea to play a big game.
That was to choose a representative from among them, let him span decades of time, return to the past, completely rewrite history, prevent the appearance of Sentinel Robots from the root, and achieve an E-ending.
And this heavy responsibility fell on Logan.
To be honest, such an important mission should have been handed to big shots like Professor X or Magneto.
They had the ability, they had the wisdom, at least they were much more reliable than a reckless brute like Logan.
Unfortunately, time travel was dangerous work; no one could withstand such a long span of time travel, only Logan, with his self-healing ability, could withstand the damage caused by the travel.
And now, Logan's consciousness was no longer that Logan, but the future Logan from fifty years later.
Future Logan sorted out his chaotic thoughts and took a deep breath.
This matter was of great importance, success or failure hinged on this one move; no matter how difficult, he had to complete the task!
"Logan! Logan!"
Just as he was thinking, a shout came from his ear.
Logan turned his head and saw a boy wearing red glasses.
"Sc... Scott?"
Future Logan recognized this familiar look and was stunned.
Scott didn't notice the change in Future Logan and complained: "Logan, I'm talking to you, why did you fall asleep while talking?"
"We... know each other?"
Future Logan was a bit confused.
In his memory, when he met Scott, the other party was already an adult.
But this one in front of him was clearly still a kid who hadn't fully grown up, so why did he act like he was very familiar with him?
Scott was speechless upon hearing this: "Are you asleep and confused? The organization arranged for me to follow you a while ago, and you've been leading me these days."
"Organization?"
Future Logan was even more confused.
Did he and Scott have this plot line?
"Let's not talk about that for now, look over there."
Scott pointed to the lakeside.
Future Logan followed his gaze and saw a girl sitting there fishing, with a slender back and red hair draped over her shoulders.
His pupils shrank slightly.
Although it was just a back view, and she was much younger, he recognized at a glance that it was Jean, whom he had missed for so long.
"What do you think of that girl?"
Scott scratched his head, a shy smile appearing on his face, just like a young man confessing his crush to someone and asking for advice. Future Logan looked at that back, his expression a bit trance-like, and blurted out subconsciously.
"Very good, very young, I like it."
Scott: "???"
When I put out question marks, it's not that I have a problem, but that I think you have a problem.
Future Logan finally came back to his senses, realized what he had said, and gave a dry cough: "I mean, this girl looks pretty good."
Scott looked at him suspiciously and asked in a low voice: "Then do you think she's suitable for me?"
I think she's more suitable for me!
Future Logan patted Scott on the shoulder, put on an experienced posture, and said earnestly: "You guys are still young, studying is the most important thing for you right now, don't put your mind on other things."
Nothing else, he just couldn't bear to see the future X-Men leader waste his prime time on dating and ruin his talent and skills.
This heavy burden could be borne by him; anyway, he had plenty of time and wasn't afraid of wasting it.
Without waiting for Scott to reply, Future Logan asked: "By the way, what do you mean by the organization you mentioned just now?"
He had quite a few questions in his heart.
It was one thing to see the young versions of Scott and Jean, but the young Scott in front of him actually knew him and acted like he was very familiar with him.
Not only that, he looked around carefully and recognized that this was Charles's estate, which was the address of the X-Mansion.
But according to his memory, he shouldn't have known about the existence of the X-Mansion at this time, let alone have been here.
So how did he appear in this place now?
Scott looked at Future Logan with a strange expression: "I think you really are asleep and confused; there is only one organization here, what else could it mean besides that."
Future Logan paused, thinking this was the X-Mansion, Charles's territory, so what else could the organization Scott mentioned be?
He suddenly realized: "Could it be that you are talking about the X..."
"That's right, it's the Brotherhood!"
Future Logan: "???"
What the hell!?
He stared at Scott with wide eyes, suspecting something was wrong with his ears.
"What did you say? The Brotherhood?"
"Yeah!"
Scott nodded, taking it for granted: "What else could it be besides the Brotherhood?"
Of course it's the X-Men!
Future Logan's brain buzzed, his voice trembling slightly: "Wait, you said the organization arranged for you, you aren't a member of the Brotherhood, are you!?"
"How is that possible."
Future Logan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
"I knew it, how could you be in the Brotherhood..."
"I'm still an intern now, after the assessment is over, that's when I'll be an official member of the Brotherhood!"
Scott's words were full of pride, as if this was something worth being proud of.
Future Logan: "..."
Damn it, the number one fan of the X-Men, proudly saying he's a member of the Brotherhood, this feeling is too damn creepy!
Future Logan gritted his teeth: "You are Scott, how can you join the Brotherhood!?"
Although he had long since reconciled with Magneto, he and his old comrades always considered themselves X-Men and were proud of it. For Scott's behavior, he felt a deep sense of betrayal.
"What are you talking about?"
Scott was baffled by his reaction: "I'm just an intern, but you are an official member of the Brotherhood."
Future Logan: "... Ah?"
Scott said seriously: "I've heard your story long ago; you and your brother Victor were the earliest members to join the Brotherhood, and your seniority is much higher than mine."
Future Logan: "..."
Victor is there too?
Uh, it doesn't seem surprising, that guy was originally a member of the Brotherhood.
Scott continued: "Not only that, you were also the most loyal batch of members. When our organization hadn't developed yet, you two donated the last 140 U.S. dollars you had to the Brotherhood. This deed is still hanging on the X-Mansion's honor wall for all of us to learn from this spirit."
Future Logan: "..."
He couldn't speak anymore.
Scott joining the Brotherhood was already outrageous enough, now even he had become a veteran of the Brotherhood.
What kind of magical plot is this!?
At this moment, Future Logan's brain was a mess.
He couldn't figure out if he had really returned to the past, or if all of this was a fantasy before the Sentinel Robots killed him. Future Logan suddenly had a flash of inspiration and grasped a key point.
"No, isn't this the X-Mansion?"
"Yeah."
"And Charles is the principal of the X-Mansion, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then that's not right!"
Future Logan clutched at the last straw: "How could Charles let the Brotherhood run wild here?"
"Oh, you mean Professor X? He is the deputy leader of the Brotherhood. The organization is in its own territory, what's the problem?"
Future Logan closed his eyes, his hanging heart was completely dead.
What kind of future is there to save?
It would be better to let the future Charles send more reinforcements to save this terrible past, and by the way, save himself. Future Logan had given up struggling and asked casually: "What about Magneto?"
Scott immediately replied: "He is also a veteran member of the Brotherhood, and together with Professor X, they are called the two giants of the Brotherhood."
He had long noticed that something was wrong with Future Logan.
If he wasn't mistaken, this was probably one of the assessments for his becoming a regular, and the other party asking these questions was testing him.
How witty I am!
"Veteran member?"
Future Logan was stunned: "Magneto is actually not the leader of the Brotherhood?"
Good guy, there was even a trap question.
Scott's expression became serious: "How is that possible! Although Magneto is very powerful, he is still far behind our Brotherhood leader!"
"Listen well, our great Brotherhood leader is not only powerful and unfathomable, but also handsome, wise and brave, gentle in dealing with people, incomparably righteous, low-key and humble..."
Future Logan: "..."
No wonder Charles pushed you to be the leader of the X-Men. If you are so good at bootlicking, if you don't do it, who will?
However, as Future Logan listened, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
When this kid was talking, why did his eyes keep glancing behind him?
He turned around and saw a young man standing behind him at some point, looking at him happily.
Future Logan: "..."
Although he hadn't seen him before, he was certain that the person in front of him was the leader of the Brotherhood.