"I didn't expect that you, Professor X, with your Big Bald Head, would actually want to chase clout."
Artoria watched the video with some surprise. The X-Men were busy making emergency repairs and helping people. From their actions, Artoria understood who had given the order. Professor X, that Big Bald Head, seemed to have made up his mind. He had the Mutants emulate the Inhumans' actions and began providing humanitarian aid to people whose homes had been destroyed. Artoria guessed he had seen the effects of the Inhumans' actions and, after thinking it over, chose this method. Regarding Professor X's move, Artoria didn't feel the annoyance of having her strategy stolen; instead, she found it quite amusing. She had to admit that Professor X was indeed agile in his thinking, but he had overlooked the most important thing.
"Professor~! Your ability has placed you at the pinnacle of biological existence, yet you overlook the depravity of human nature. Coupled with your saint-like heart for seeking the survival of your race, if no accidents occur, you are destined to fail, Professor."
Crossing her long legs on the corner of the table, Artoria lay back in her soft executive chair. She tilted her head and watched Jean, who was covered in sweat from exhaustion. Artoria wasn't admiring Jean's curvy figure; she was looking at the corner of the video where people upstairs were watching Jean's actions with very cold eyes, seemingly completely unmoved. This was the reason Artoria had the Inhumans downplay their presence before the public.
The public had already begun to feel resentment. Artoria understood this kind of emotion very well. Sometimes, people only feel grateful to those who can provide timely help in their hour of need. After all, when someone is about to freeze to death, a fire can make them grateful for a long time and keep their heart warm. But for people who have returned to a normal life, if you keep constantly providing 'warmth,' they will start to find it very irritating. A small bit of friction could ignite a huge flame. By then, it wouldn't be a matter of gratitude or improving relations; it would be good enough if no conflict occurred.
"Commenting like this, it seems I've become obsessed with philosophy."
Closing her eyes, Artoria made such a lament. Commenting on humanity was originally the business of philosophers. Artoria, this 'Pleasure-seeker,' liked to squat on the outer circle and watch the various infighting in the inner circle for fun. She didn't expect that thinking too much about philosophy would actually lead to so much reflection. Wasn't this a waste of brain cells? As expected, a philosophy of physical interaction like Billy King's is more suitable for the world. You don't need to think so much to get started. As long as your body is strong enough to take on three at once, you can directly call yourself a philosopher.
"The matter of the Mutants is hard to handle! Their contact with humans has been too long, and too many conflicts have occurred. Most people maintain a sense of keeping them at a distance. Coupled with the malicious smearing by the high-level authorities, Professor X's plan is destined to come to nothing."
After opening her eyes, Artoria stood up from her chair. She walked to the fridge. If Tony's fridge was full of wine, Artoria's fridge was a gourmet cabinet, filled with all kinds of food from all over the world. Artoria avoided a jar of stinky tofu and pushed aside the durian next to it. She didn't know who put them in there; Artoria sensitively felt these things were biochemical weapons. After avoiding these, Artoria took out the ice cream inside. Anyway, she wasn't afraid of the cold or getting fat; Artoria could always digest high-calorie food and convert it into magic power.
"Ah~ caught you sneaking food again. I want some too."
As a fellow foodie, Galacta smelled the ice cream from who-knows-where and moved directly inside without even knocking. After seeing the ice cream in Artoria's hand, she ran toward Artoria happily. Although this thing wasn't filling, it was very delicious. Especially being able to lick the magic power off Artoria's body from time to time made the taste even better.
"If you want to eat, go get it yourself. I don't even have enough for myself."
Watching the Galactus girl hug her and act spoiled, Artoria curled her lips helplessly. The fridge was right there, why didn't you just go get it! It's not like I'm stopping you, but you just have to snatch mine. Don't think those lowly breasts of yours can move me; I can't even feel my own conscience anymore, so my heart won't ache.
"No, I want the piece in your mouth."
Hearing Artoria's words, Galacta's big Carzlan eyes rolled. She didn't actually want to eat sweet ice cream; she just liked the flavor. What she really wanted to eat—Galacta was very smart—she quickly stood up and kissed Artoria's lips. It happened so fast that Artoria only felt a fragrant, soft, and familiar taste. Her vision went dark, and she saw a pair of smiling purple eyes. Immediately, the magic power in Artoria's body began to flow out, but Artoria didn't resist; being kissed by a beautiful woman was acceptable.
Crack Crack!
At this moment, Gaea, who was learning culinary arts in the kitchen, 'accidentally' crushed the wooden soup spoon in her hand. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. That 'home-wrecking cat' had touched her favorite person again; it was truly unforgivable. If not for considering the other's identity, Gaea would have wiped her out long ago. The only person who could stay by Artoria's side forever was her, Gaea. This gluttonous fellow was destined to be defeated by her.
"Humph~!"
Forcibly suppressing her anger, Gaea tapped her finger, and a new wooden soup spoon grew back. Gaea continued researching her cooking. She remembered a saying on TV that to catch a person's heart, you must first catch their stomach. Once her cooking skills surpassed all the chefs in the world, making Artoria reluctant to leave her, then Artoria would never be able to get rid of her. As for those human girls, Gaea never considered them enemies—this was the attitude of an immortal. No matter how much they liked Artoria, it would only be for a hundred years at most. Her companionship was eternal.
"What's wrong, Artoria?"
Enjoying the 'delicacy,' Galacta suddenly felt Artoria twitching unnaturally in her arms. She thought she had sucked too hard and drained Artoria's magic power. She quickly let go of Artoria and asked with concern. This was her 'long-term meal ticket' and nothing could happen to her. If something happened, where would she go to eat such delicious, tasty, and plentiful 'food'? She could clearly distinguish between a long-term meal ticket and a single meal.
"It's nothing, I just felt a sudden chill."
As Artoria spoke, the ahoge on her head acted like a radar, twitching incessantly toward the kitchen as if it had sensed something incredible. Its perception descended upon Artoria, making even her Dragon Blood factors tremble. She didn't know what Gaea had done to make her intuition start sounding alarms.
"Don't worry, Artoria! I'll help you beat up all the bad guys."
Taking responsibility for Artoria's state, Galacta comforted her. She wasn't joking; since her 'long-term meal ticket' had been frightened, she would protect her 'meal ticket' well. But her words made Artoria a bit embarrassed. She wasn't afraid; she had just perceived something terrifying. Being comforted by Galacta, who was still a young girl mentally, made Artoria's mood quite subtle.
"Then I'll leave it to you, Galacta."
"Mhm~ mhm, leave it to me!"
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