"But, it seems this alternate personality isn't very well-behaved," Old Charlie remarked.

Fang Senyan replied, "That's because she's been imprisoned for too long.

Professor X used a psychic cage to confine her for safety reasons.

Theoretically, she could merge with Jean's primary personality to form a new persona: White Phoenix." Old Charlie managed a wry smile. "Why do I have this nagging feeling that we're playing with fire?" Fang Senyan chuckled. "It's alright.

We can talk to Jean, and if that doesn't work, we can approach Jasper Whitlock Hale.

He would do anything for Alice, and thankfully, our initial impression on Alice Cullen was quite favorable.

Give me some time to figure out how to approach Jean about this." Twilight was slowly descending.

Fang Senyan took a deep breath.

In eight hours, the smooth sailing they had experienced thus far would vanish.

The opposing teams, hostile to him, were about to "break free." Fang Senyan didn't yet know their mission objectives, but since he had chosen redemption and their path was diametrically opposed, their goals must be massacre or destruction.

He had some basic theories about these adversarial Contract Holders.

The pressure he was about to face was astonishing; aside from the looming apocalypse, he had to contend with established forces built by legendary figures, and furthermore, he stood against all the Contract Holders native to this world.

While the difficulty for the opposing Contract Holders might be slightly lower, it wouldn't be much lower...

otherwise, it wouldn't align with the high difficulty setting of this world. "Could it be!" A sudden spark of insight flashed through Fang Senyan’s mind. "That the main mission objective for the opposing Contract Holders is limited by completion count—say, only the top ten based on Merit Points can succeed, and those ranked below tenth will fail and lose base attribute points? Or perhaps, killing other Contract Holders allows one to directly inherit their Merit Points?" "Yes, that must be it; that explains everything.

In that case, even though the Contract Holders who chose the path of destruction share a common goal, teamwork between their respective teams is destined to be anything but sincere cooperation." While thinking, Fang Senyan continued walking, soon arriving in front of the bar adjacent to the residential building.

Although they had only managed the settlement for a short time, everyone possessed extraordinary abilities, having forged this temporary base into an impregnable fortress—small in scale, yet complete in every essential aspect.

Besides the bar, there was also a massive supermarket comparable to a Walmart.

Every item transported inside had been personally scanned by Professor X to guarantee safety.

Personnel within the base could take anything they wished without payment.

Moreover, the person in charge of the supermarket also bore the heavy responsibility of acquiring vast quantities of daily necessities.

If they ended up stuck in the heavens for a month or longer, the entire burden of everyone's sustenance and daily needs would fall on this single individual.

Beyond that, they also had to account for the specific needs of the Vampires.

Their diet was simply two things: blood.

Even the "vegetarian" Cullen family members required blood substitutes, like synthetic blood tablets, or animal blood.

Naturally, this massive procurement of grain, fuel, and food had drawn the attention of the government.

However, the government itself was in a state of panic, and since no weaponry was being moved, they chose to selectively ignore it.

It was precisely because the base was so comprehensively equipped that it prevented people from wanting to venture out unnecessarily, thus avoiding unforeseen incidents.

Fortunately, the current population of the base was small, and everyone understood priorities, significantly reducing Professor X's workload.

Fang Senyan pushed open the bar door, instantly drawing several pairs of eyes.

His abilities and battle record had already been propagated by some of the Blood Servants.

The tendency to admire the strong is universal, and he immediately attracted numerous admiring glances.

Fang Senyan offered a polite smile, then surveyed the surroundings, noticing Cyclops Scott whispering intimately with Jean in a corner (the two were lovers).

He walked directly over.

Jean had a poor impression of Fang Senyan and rolled her eyes, but Cyclops held a favorable view.

Seeing him approach, Cyclops assumed he wanted a drink and politely cleared half of his seat.

Fang Senyan sat down and remained silent for a moment before speaking. "Do the two of you now believe that I come from the future?" Cyclops nodded.

Jean, despite her negative impression of Fang Senyan, couldn't lie against her better judgment, and after a moment of hesitation, she also nodded. "That's good," Fang Senyan said. "I have a few things I need to discuss with you two alone." An ominous premonition suddenly surged through Jean’s heart, but Cyclops’s expression also grew solemn.

He stood up, intending to walk out with Fang Senyan, but Jean grabbed him, her fingernails digging deep into his flesh.

She gasped twice and managed breathlessly, "Don't—don't go with him! I have a very bad feeling." Cyclops frowned. "What's wrong? Are you worried about safety? Sailor came here specifically to save us; how could he harm us? More importantly, the Professor is monitoring everything.

If anything happens, emergency measures will activate within ten seconds.

What is there to fear? Even against the strongest enemy, can't I hold out for ten seconds?" In his final sentence, Cyclops's inherent arrogance was unmistakable.

Jean was left speechless but could only follow Fang Senyan out.

Fang Senyan led them to an empty rooftop, stopped, and after a brief pause, turned back toward Cyclops. "Mr.

Scott, allow me to ask impolitely: have you ever envisioned the manner of your own death?" This question instantly cast a chill over Cyclops’s heart, and Jean froze in place.

Scott clearly hadn't expected Fang Senyan to ask such a thing, and forced a laugh. "Well...

I haven't really considered that yet." Fang Senyan smiled. "Then what manner of demise would you desire before death?" If anyone else had dared ask him such a thing, Cyclops would have immediately lost his temper.

But now, knowing Fang Senyan was from the future, he understood the questions held a deeper meaning, and an indescribable, suffocating pressure built inside him! He took a deep breath, suddenly looking toward the pale Jean beside him, and smiled faintly. "If I must die, then I hope to die in the arms of the one I love." Fang Senyan sighed deeply. "How remarkable...

In the future I witnessed, that is precisely how you died." The faces of both Jean and Cyclops Scott turned instantly pale! Scott’s hands began to tremble visibly.

Fang Senyan continued, "I know what you both want to ask now: who was the killer, and how to stop them to change the future.

Regrettably, this killer cannot be slain." "How is that possible!!!" Jean looked up sharply.

Fang Senyan looked at Jean and stated, "Because, the killer is you!" Jean staggered slightly, crying out tragically, "How could it be me? How could I possibly kill Scott?" Cyclops burst into laughter, adamantly shaking his head. "I don't believe it!" Fang Senyan said calmly, "Yes, the Jean before you now loves you deeply, willing even to die for you.

But what if the assailant is not her?" Fang Senyan pressed with an aggressive tone. "Scott, perhaps you don't know yet: within Jean's body resides an incomparably powerful force, but that power belongs to her alternate personality—the violent, insane, vicious Dark Phoenix! An immensely powerful Level Five Mutant! Although she is currently sealed within the Professor's psychic prison, once she breaks free, she will assume complete control of Jean’s body." As Fang Senyan spoke, Cyclops Scott looked sharply toward Jean, trembling, "Jean! You...

this isn't true, is it!" Fang Senyan pressed on. "In the future, Jean was severely wounded, her primary personality fell into a coma, and her body was dominated by the alternate personality.

Then, you joyfully found her and sealed the moment with a deep kiss...

only to be instantly disintegrated into scattered cosmic particles by the powerful Dark Phoenix—that is the ending I saw for you." Hearing Fang Senyan's words, Jean stood rooted to the spot, stunned!! Her beloved, turned to ash by her own hands—what a brutally ironic scene this was!! Cyclops Scott shook his head violently. "No, no, this isn't true, this isn't true!!" "It is true," Professor X’s calm voice suddenly echoed in their minds. "At least, Jean's alternate personality, Dark Phoenix, is indeed locked within her body by my psychic confinement.

Calm yourself, Scott.

Since Sailor brought this up, he must have a solution in mind." Fang Senyan stated seriously, "Indeed.

Since Professor X's previous containment plan was proven flawed, I believe we must correct that approach." Professor X asked calmly, "You mean...?" "Before the Dark Phoenix alternate personality fully matures, we must facilitate its complete merger with the primary personality, allowing Jean's primary traits—kindness, gentleness, mercy—to neutralize the malice within the Dark Phoenix persona! If successful, Jean's power will rise to Level Four White Phoenix, retaining the potential to reach Level Five, and more importantly...

this power will be controllable," Fang Senyan declared decisively.

Professor X responded with cool logic, "However, the risk of fusion is extremely high; there's a significant chance that the primary and alternate personalities will reject each other, resulting in Jean becoming a vegetable.

That is precisely why I chose to use the psychic cage to isolate the alternate personality." Hmm, one more chapter tonight.

The cold has gotten much better; although my head is still a bit dizzy, my nose isn't blocked anymore.

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