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Chapter 147: It Is Good To Be Back

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Jean Grey

Jean can't help but shake her head with a fond smile while watching her friends twirl and pose with their new "super suits". Most of the girls from the X-Mansion came this time, even the ones in the secondary and tertiary X-Men teams. Luckily, Edna's place is big because it looks like a school excursion.

Edna finished everything much faster than she expected, when the woman had to work in two dozen costumes, and her own projects. Jean guesses she has technology on her side to help, and she didn't change a lot of the design, either.

It just made it better.

Jean can see the "X" of the X-Men here and there in each costume, sometimes hiding and merging very well with the design, sometimes a little more obvious. Edna even kept the yellow she detested so much in some costumes, but now they have a shiny luster that is surprisingly not tacky.

Jean's own costume is now shiny green, almost armor-like. The torso is of a light color, while the legs and arms are darker. The headpiece that frames her face is still there with a color similar to her torso. Edna showed that now it can create a small force-field around her face to protect her from environmental threats… poison, water, and even a bullet or two.

Rogue's costume also left behind the yellow, choosing black to go with the green.

Jean can point out the inspiration of this tight bodysuit and belt, but she will not say it loudly. She has a black jacket instead of a mantle, though.

Talking about jackets…

Jean once again focuses on Jubilee, showing off her yellow trench coat, much to Edna's chagrin. The black and pink bodysuit below surprisingly goes well with the yellow.

"Here… Put this too." Edna moans exaggeratedly while giving Jubilee a box.

"A gift?" Jubilee asks excitedly

"From Eidolon." Edna confirms, making Jubilee squeal.

"Let me see! Let me see!" She quickly opens it, "Oooh~ It's my glasses!" She pulls a copy of her pink square glasses that she loves so much.

"It is more than that, of course." Edna starts explaining "Put it on, and press your finger on the right side."

The short-haired teen obeys quickly and gasps loudly "Oh, this is like those Sci-fi movies!" She moves her hands in front of her like she is touching something. "Oh, there are your names!" She points to each and every one of us

"Is that a scanner?" Kitty asks curiously

"More than that, darling. It is an environmental analysis tool, as the standard. It shows the distances of anything your irises focus naturally, captures movements, heat, radiation, energy reading…" Edna starts listening. "It is very similar to the one Shadow uses. You can change the type of vision by pressing the left side."

Jubilee does just that and starts making sounds as her vision changes.

"Oh. Mn. Heh. Ah man… It doesn't have X-ray vision." She jokingly pouts

"Things are not that convenient." Jean rolled her eyes at her

"You are no better than a man." Paige shows a disgusted expression, but I bet she would do the same.

"Ah, c'mon, no evil intentions here. Just, you know… To check the market… the competition…" Jubilee tries to defend herself "Just to see if Colossus, Thor, and Eidolon are packing as much as they seem they are."

"Well, to be fair, the three shouldn't be having less than 8-inch destroyers." Paige agrees, nodding sagely even through the talk is crass.

"Big dick energy…" Kitty also enters the convo.

"Gross…" Illyana's upper lip trembles in contempt. Yeah, kinda strange to hear someone talking about her brother like that.

"I don't know the others, but Eidolon is indeed packing a lot of heat." Edna suddenly says from the side, like it's no big deal

"..." Everyone turns to her with wide eyes.

"What? I'm his designer. I obviously know all his measurements. And from everyone else, too, including yours." Edna points a small rolling index finger at all of us. That's true, she knows all of our cup sizes.

Paige gives her a sly smile. "So you know what the guy has hidden, huh?" She approaches Edna, even squatting to get to the size of the designer "Please, tell me some gossip~."

"Paige!!" Rogue almost shouts angrily

"What? Aren't you curious about the specifics? Life to which side bends…"

"Paige, shut up." Even Jean can't take anymore and passes a hand through her face…

The worst part is that, indeed, a lot of the girls around are getting curious about it and are having dirty thoughts, and she is receiving little of the feedback.

"Sorry, darling, professional has standards. If you wanna know about the monster hiding in his pants, you should do it the right way and adventure there yourself." Edna mocks "But I can throw you some crumbles and tell you all a funny story…" She chuckles.

Jean hates that she is paying attention like everyone else.

"While we are designing the supersuit he uses right now, he asked me to do something to make his… front and back, less protuberant. If you get what I mean." Edna whispers

"Gasp What a crime!" Kitty says exaggeratedly, even going as far as putting her hand in front of her mouth

"Wait! THAT is after you made it less apparent?" Paige asks shocked

"Paige…" Jean started

"Now what? Like you never stared…" Paige turns to her, annoyed

"..." Jean can't really argue with that. "It is not my fault… it looked at me first…" She replies weakly. The ass and bulge really…

Her joke deflected the scrutiny, making them all laugh.

"Right? Do you think he uses his powers to make it bigger?" Jubilee asks

"Hm, maybe… I mean, couldn't he do the same to make it smaller? Why go through all the trouble to put the burden in the suit design if you want to hide it?" Sometimes Jean forgets that Illyana is much more mature than her age shows. Surprisingly, she is the only one not being weird now.

"I did it once."

"!!!!!!!!!!!"

The sudden male voice sent a chill through everyone's neck, and the girls' bodies got immediately stiff like the new presence frozen their spines.

They turned their heads like robots with rusted necks, slow to delay reality, but the man is already there.

Tall and muscular, with white hair pulled back, his face half-covered, but his eyes are emotionless(at least he doesn't seem angry), and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Genitals are a common weakness for every male, so in the beginning, I decided to deal with this weak point and went like a Ken doll. With time, that region was rarely targeted, and I'm quick enough to dodge - it is very durable too - so my male ego won me over and I went back to normal." He explains very casually what they were discussing previously.

"Eh…" It shows that he is not angry, but it kinda makes it even more awkward because it looks like an adult giving a serious lesson to some kids.

"Ahm… Now that we are in this subject…" Hearing what Paige is starting to say, Jean winces and almost uses her telekinesis to shut her up, but she just braces herself for the cringe. "Did you ever make it bigger?"

"..." Jean was right.

"No… Again, male ego. I use the natural tools given to me by the universe." He shrugs "No one even needed to ask to make it bigger either."

"Ohhh". Paige nods in understanding.

"Well, your powers are kinda your natural tools, so I guess there is nothing wrong with using them." Kitty points out.

"It makes sense. Nothing wrong with some temporary… modifications." Eidolon agrees with her.

"Can we stop being weird?" Jean finally can't help and needs to intervene

"What? Eidolon is cool with that!" Paige retorts and goes to hug his waist with her arm. "That is what I like about you, dude. This confidence… I knew for a fact that it was big." She looks up to him with a big smile

"Thanks…" He replies slowly, but makes no moves to remove her. Jean remembers that Eidolon is very chill.

"Sorry about that, Eidolon." But even so, Jean feels that she has to apologize for her friend's behaviour

"It is okay. This does not even enter the top 5 weirdest conversations that I had this week." He chuckles before turning to admonish Edna playfully "And can you please uphold client confidentiality?"

"Please! What is the problem with some good advertisement?" Edna waves her wrist at him. "And they are all beautiful and nice girls, wouldn't it be nice to get to know them better?" She acts like an auntie setting up her nephew with some girls in the neighborhood.

Jean believes that at least half of them would accept Edna's wingwoman services. It hasn't escaped her eye that Laura slowly gravitated close to him when he arrived… She also remembers that dream that she got from the clone of Wolverine…

"Don't you like them?" In a very 'Auntie' fashion, Edna puts Eidolon in the spot with an awkward question to ask in front of us

"Huhu, they are indeed all beautiful… But I'm a horrible boyfriend." But he escapes from the trap with a shameless affirmation and a self-deprecating joke, easing the mood masterfully.

"Hmpf! Shut up, maybe you are right, and my girls here are too good for you!" Edna acts like a snobbed matchmaker and opens her arms to hug Rogue and Jean's legs, but really means everyone.

Eidolon doesn't look offended, just smiling with his eyes, gracefully

"They put models to shame! I was even thinking about inviting them to be my models in my next exhibition." Edna says

"Really???" Some of the girls' eyes light up, but others - like Jean, Rogue, and Illyana - don't look that into it

"Like, with pretty dresses, poses, and catwalks?? The whole package??" Kitty talks fast and with a big smile

"The whole package." Edna confirms

Some squeal in excitement. Illyana scoffs. "Count me out of it…"

"Why? You would be great! You have model proportions!" Kitty exclaims, but the praise doesn't land.

"Are you calling me a stick?" Illyan turns angrily

"Er… no…" Kitty recoils defensively

If Jean could be truthful, Illyana really has the body of an average model because she grew in height too fast, and the rest of her body hasn't caught up yet.

Puberty… That awkward time where things grow differently, she also went through it too.

Jean decides to help a little. "Well, Illyana… You are very tall for your age."

"Expected… knowing who your brothers are." Jubilee comments

"You just haven't filled your… womanly charms yet." Kitty tries to help, but again, it is not the right words because Illyana glares at her. "But eventually it will happen! Absolutely!" She corrects herself quickly

"Yeah, girl, relax~ Your brothers are all thicc. You absolutely will be drop-dead gorgeous when you grow up." Despite Paige's lack of tact while talking about her brothers, it seems her choice of worlds are more effective than Kitty's, because Illyana seems to give up on getting angry.

"Tch. Stop talking about them…Would you like it if anyone talked about your brothers?" Illyana turns to Paige, who has a lot of brothers and sisters

"Whatever, say whatever you want about them. I know I am the hot one, right, Melody?" She turns to her sister, who only rolls her eyes

"Whatever you say…" The teen with powers of flight is much quieter than Paige, her sister.

"See? You just need to hope that you have more in common with your brothers than I have with mine." Paige says before turning to Eidolon. "Do you have brothers, Eidolon? Are they hot like you? Can you introduce us? If you are not interested in me, of course…"

"No, only child." Eidolon is so chill that he doesn't care about revealing a little of his background

"Oh, too bad, but I guess it means you are an even rarer specimen~" She shamelessly flirts with him.

"Everyone is…" Eidolon answers with an even voice, not giving in to any of her advances.

Jean guesses Paige discovered that he will not get angry, so she will just take advantage of that and throw herself at him.

"I have to go." But it seems her time ended because Eidolon turned to Edna to say her goodbyes. "I just dropped by because I brought some souvenirs from a trip I made." Eidolon's hands come from beneath his cloak

"Trip?" Kitty asks curiously

"Out of planet… I needed to go there to stop Space Squid Hitler from being unsealed." He continues to talk in that casual tone of voice.

If it were any other person, Jean would believe that he was joking, but this is Eidolon.

"Seriously?" Kitty asks. Not doubting him, just asking for details.

"Yeah, discovered the plot while I was investigating another something. The guy, who is kind of a race supremacist, tried to manipulate our race's path of evolution to his liking in the past, so I couldn't let him get away with that." Eidolon explains "It was a small one-day trip, still in the Galaxy. Here, some rocks and metals." He makes some rocks float to Edna's table.

"Rocks? I knew that you were in the spectrum…" The diminutive woman comments while taking some to inspect

"I am not collecting them just for the fun of it… Well, that too. But they are absolutely useful." Eidolon sighs before explaining "The aliens that I helped have this whole culture around minerals, not that weird when you discover that a lot of minerals there have unique and special properties. And they are psychics, and perfected a method of processing those minerals to become susceptible to psionic energy. Here, try it, Jean." He makes a crystalline rock float to Jean slowly

"How do I do it?" She grabs with her telekinesis

"Just put your mind into it." He really doesn't explain, but she understood nonetheless.

After a furrow of her eyebrows, the crystal in her hands starts shining brightly like a strong LED lamp.

"Whoa."

"Argh, flashbanged!"

"Huhu, you really have strong psychic abilities." She hears Eidolon praise between the exclamations of surprise and even pain of her friends. "Convenient, huh? If you think they can activate lamps like those just with a flick of their mind, and even start rock engines as easily as flicking a switch, and power their homes. There are even some anti-gravity rocks."

"Like the Nth metal you use?" Edna turns to Eidolon, very interested.

"Yep."

"Nice. And they are so exotic and pretty." The small woman grabs some of the table. "This one looks like the surface of Jupiter."

"This one heats up if you put psionic energy." Eidolon explains

"Those light blue ones look like ice. I would love to make a dress with a million small pieces of it. A dress work of an Ice Queen!"

"I can arrange more pieces for you." Eidolon suggests "Experiment as much as you want, maybe you find uses that I couldn't think of. Send me any discoveries later… I have to go now." He then looks at Rogue "But before that, can I have a word with you in particular, Rogue?"

"Me?" The teen looks like a deer caught in headlights. She remained silent since Eidolon appeared, without a doubt feeling awkward after their last interaction.

"Yes, please." Eidolon nods

"Okay…" She complies weakly, and Eidolon opens a dark portal to them.

"I will borrow one of your models, Edna." He says jokingly, to ignore Kitty's teasing: 'Ooohh~'

"Just return my friend intact." Edna waves dismissively "I will continue helping the others with their super-suits."

"Did you tell them that you refused some of my ideas?" He says with some humor

"Horrible ideas! The day I listen to such a monochromatic hero, you can put me in an asylum!" Edna mocks

"Don't be like that. Kitty, she robbed you of having a hidden blade in your wrist."

"Edna!" Kitty exclaims horrorized and betrayed, but with a joking tone.

"Don't listen to him, deep down he is an emo boy. Do you know his armor has spikes? Yikes!"

While they are distracted, Eidolon and Rogue disappear in the portal.

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Rogue

Rogue nervously goes through the portal and looks around, noticing that it is just an empty room in Edna's house. She has been here before. In the back of her mind, she realizes he is being considerate not take her far away in case this talk go into a wrong direction.

She needs to stop herself from being so negative, though.

Turning around, she sees Eidolon emerging from the dark portal and looking at her with a friendly gaze.

"How have you been, Rogue?" He starts amicably

"Good… Good!" She responds a little too weakly at first, but she corrects herself to sound more convincing. She doesn't want him to think she is in the dumps because he rejected her.

"I'm glad." He said with such honesty that it made her heart skip a beat. "I know that is annoying to talk about this, but I think it's better to be direct instead of letting it hang on our minds… I want to ask if you are okay with me being around… I can understand that my presence can be a thorn in your side… If you want, I can avoid you, and don't worry, I will not get offended. I know that people deal with… this differently. So, if you want space-"

"No, no, no!" She answered a little too quickly. "Ahem Ya… Ya are not a bother… I mean, it is not a bother, really."

"I see, that is a relief…" Eidolon smiles with his eyes. "I like our friendship, and I wouldn't like losing it, but I would respect your time, and your space…"

"Ah… Ah also like ya friendship." She says slowly while staring at him deeply, blushing.

He also stares back. The eye contact and silence stretches for much longer than expected… Rogue starts fidgeting, but luckily for her, Eidolon is a master at cutting through awkward situations. Not afraid of being the first to say something.

"I'm glad we are on the same page, Rogue." He pats her head. "Because of the circumstances, I really shouldn't say much, but you are an amazing girl." She guesses he is afraid of leading her up if he starts saying compliments. "Just live your best life… Responsibly!" He adds the last part like the hero he is. Giving advice in the same tone he would use to a kid while saying 'eat your vegetables and listen to your parents'.

Rogue can't help but laugh a little. And when his hands leave the top of her head, in a moment of impulse, Rogue steps forward and hugs him. She regretted it halfway, but now she needs to commit.

Her nervousness only lasted till his arms wrapped around her and gave some light taps on her back. In hindsight, she should have known that he would reject a hug.

"Thank you…" Her voice, muffled by his chest, reaches his ears.

"Hm?" Rogue can feel the rumble of his voice because they are touching each other

"For being cool about it… Mature and all…" She stumbles on her words. Trying to be cool while being nice… it is not working. "Ah… I'm glad I have fallen for ya." She confesses, hiding her now tomato face on his chest

"Huhu, I'm honoured." His amused chuckle is not meant to make fun of her. She knows that.

As much as it feels good to be on his arms - making her wish that sometimes she can be as shameless as Paige and Kitty - eventually, she needs to push herself out.

"I need to go." He says, now at arm's length. "Just walk through the portal, and you will go back."

"Okay…" She nods bashfully, her hands lingering a little too much in his arms before she catches herself and pulls her limbs abruptly.

Eidolon only fondly smiles with his eyes, but her embarrassment is almost killing her.

"Erm… Bye." She starts walking to the portal. "Hrm, till next time… Visit whatever… And… ya know… no need to… Yeah…"

"Okay, Rogue. I'm gonna visit soon." he says, saving her from further embarrassing herself. "Tell Illyana that this weekend we are gonna do a small training trip, so she should be prepared."

"Fine. I will do it." She nods "Bye… Again…"

He waves, and she finally passes through the portal and ends her suffering.

'Ugh… I'm so… aaaaarrggghh!' While she is crying in her mind, all the eyes moved to her.

"So… what did you two do? Huh? Huh??" Kitty approaches Rogue with a conspiratory face, elbowing her in the ribs

"...that is between the two of us." Rogue says with a calm expression.

She will not deny that she feels a little good noticing some jealous looks from most of the girls.

"Now you are getting a big head?! From where this cheeky Rogue came from and what you did with timid Rogue?" But Kitty is different. Her friend snuck behind her and applied a chokehold. "Let me squeeze this arrogance out of you!"

Rogue released an unladylike wet sound from her throat as the two jokingly wrestled.

"Stop this, you psychopath!"

"You can't keep secrets from me!!"

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Helena

Helena casually walks through Hector's home like it is her own. The place is empty, with the exception of some pets.

"Hello guys." She greets the rabbit and turtle while walking inside the kitschen "Where is everyone? Ah, yes, Isabella is taking care of Hector's daughters." She almost laughed loudly after saying that.

'Hector's daughters… Heh~' It is still strange sometimes.

"Well, my fridge was empty thanks to a severe case of me being too lazy to restock, so I came here to do some robbery." She turns to the pets and puts a finger in front of her lips. "Shh, don't rat me out. Especially you, Turtle. I know you have a loose mouth."

"..." None of the pets answers.

But despite looking like just some casual joke with the animals, she knows Hector can talk with them.

"At least Cathulhu is not here…" She opens the fridge. One of the two double-door fridges that Hector has.

The guy is frugal on a lot of things, but food is not one of them. Helena already developed the habit of coming here to take some food he makes just to keep his skills sharp.

"Hmm~, Home-made ice cream? Maybe… Ugh, I will never be able to eat panacotta in my life again…" She goes through everything, rows upon rows of food neatly stocked.

Her sweet tooth is craving some dessert, so she ignores anything else and starts opening pots to see what is inside.

She doesn't find THE thing she is craving, even though she doesn't know what she is(she is getting spoiled), but she still stuffs her mouth with some small sweets that she doesn't know the name of. Things that one would found a fancy wedding are just casually here, waiting for her.

"Look at this cake… A delicious war crime against any diet. I love not getting fat." She talks while eyeing a half-oreo, half-hazelnut chocolate cake. "But this tiramisu is calling me…"

She couldn't help herself, taking the whole platter and grabbing a big spoon before getting a handful in one scoop.

"Hmmmm~ Fuck! I could suck Hector's dick for this!"

"Hmmm, interesting proposal…"

"!!!!!"

Helena jumps, the platter of tiramisu going in the air whale she perfectly throws the spoon in her hand between Hector's eyes instinctively.

He easily catches the spoon, and Helena catches the platter before the dessert is damaged.

"Forget what you heard." She speaks with a small glare

"Heard what?" He smirks but plays along

"Hmpf!" She decides not to touch the subject and accepts the spoon offered back by him.

"You could have put a serving on a smaller plate." He comments while leaning on the counter to face her.

Helena puts the platter on the counter and goes back to eating. "I plan to eat the whole thing." She says with her mouth full.

"Huhu, you should control your gluttony. Hell is very real, I just been there."

"Whatever, you can just save me from there, right?"

"Yes." He nods without hesitation

It is very comforting when he has her back.

"So, what are you doing in hell that took so long?" She asks and scoops with a spoon before shoving it on his face.

"Hm." He eats what is offered before talking. "Very complicated situation that went in a strange route… I ended up having to go to an alien planet of squid-lamprey-psionic natives and stop their Hitler of resurrecting."

She stares at him "So just an average Thursday of hero work." She says ironically

"That is right." He chuckles "I just stopped by to take a bath to clean my mind and reset before going back to more hero work." She remembers he likes taking baths.

"Are you sure? The world will not end if you take the day off, you know?" She suggests, while eyeing him carefully, eating from the same spoon.

"Maybe… But Eidolon was away for some time already. Cassandra is covering for me, but I need to appear too."

"To put fear in their hearts, huh?" She laughs "Cassandra has been doing a good job."

"Yeah, I'm very proud of her." Hector smiles before his face gets a little helplessly "But I guess it is because she doesn't have many options of what to do… She doesn't want to have a social life or anything like that. I'm glad she is hanging out with the X-Girls, but beyond that is just with us and hero business."

"You are worried? You also don't have a social life." She pokes him

"..."

"Me neither. She is just doing what she wants."

"Yeah, yeah… But she lacks options. I will remind her that the world is her oyster."

"That is cool, but I think she is happy with her life now… Even if she doesn't show it with her expressionless face." Helena jokes

"Hey, she is much more expressive and talkative nowadays."

"True, but any improvement would be a big improvement compared with before."

"Heh~, that is true too." Hector stops leaning on the kitchen counter and starts walking. "I'm gonna take a bath before going out as Eidolon…"

After walking far enough, he turns with a teasing smile "Do you wanna join and repay me for the food~" The smile morphs into one full of innuendo.

Thwack

The spoon flew to his forehead again, and this time he didn't dodge. The thing just bounced off harmlessly back to her hand.

Unaffected, he says. "Put your money where your mouth is, woman." Then he teleports away.

"Ass."

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Eidolon P.O.V

It's good to be back to some degree of routine. The most predictable occurrences that I can put under control quickly as a hero.

I'm still surprised that so many weak villains would still pop off and try their luck even when aware of my existence. I thought Eidolon would be a bigger deterrent to those guys, but I guess I underestimated how stupid they are.

Or evil… Maybe they are really evil.

On one side, the heroes that I met really proved themselves to be on the good side of the moral line(For now), with none of them being secretly evil in this universe in particular, or following their worst versions' footsteps… The same happens on the other side of the moral spectrum.

The villains that are evil… are evil. They really want and will do evil, unless I really do something…

Obviously, there are villains that are on top of the moral fence, like Emma. Or the ones that are smart enough not mess with me, like Dr. Octopus.

Well, at least, my presence is a great deterrent to most bad acts of villainy. Not all of them are retards that would mindlessly try to destroy a building or something like that. They know that I exist.

They just try to stay out of my sight, and do their thing quickly… mostly some robberies or acts of vengeance against specific individuals who wronged them before they acquired meta-powers.

Obviously, some crazy people walk dark paths even without powers, like this one guy right here…

"I was aware of your existence for some time, but as a courtesy, I tried to ignore your actions…" I say to the man in all white, paralyzed by my gravity powers. "But in broad daylight?" I look at him like a disappointed parent.

Scourge… This one in particular, because this is more complicated than it looks. Scourge is a codename passed through generations like "Robin" in DC. The Scourge Program was created by a World War II veteran who was unhappy with the prison system that allowed criminals to walk free eventually.

In a few words, it is a vigilant training program to kill criminals who escaped the chair.

"I am doing what needs to be done, Eidolon." Despite the skull mask, I can still feel a level of respect that came from him. His full buttoned coat and gloves are all white and cover all of his body. His hat has fallen to the ground together with his guns.

He doesn't have powers, so I'm not taking him seriously. Just a worse Punisher.

"You are going a little overboard." I reply with my voice cold. As much as I secretly approve of most of the actions of vigilantism, like the Punisher fucking up with predators, there are right ways to do that.

Most of those guys don't have my self-awareness and control, or even my means.

"Just doing my duty… Someone has to do it." Scourge replies with the certainty of a crusader on a Holy War. I know the type.

"Haah~ People like you need to understand that self-imposed duties are very flexible. You don't need to put a bullet in the head of every criminal you see before heroes or the police arrive." I argue "Have you noticed how much you deviated from the initial purpose? That is what happens when you are an extremist… It is never enough. You get more and more radical."

"..."

What? Don't have a better argument? I bet you want to repeat your oath or whatever, but you noticed that it would be dumb.

While I'm deciding what to do with him and the whole Project behind him, Cortana transmits some images directly to my brain. I then stretch my senses to check what is happening on my own.

'Someone is really fighting with Thor as an equal?' I'm in a little disbelief because I don't know the character, but this is not as surprising, as it would have been months ago.

The fight is happening in one of the many semi-arid areas of Nevada, so I don't need to rush to stop collateral damage from happening.

"You are lucky something came up…" I turn to Scourge, putting my face close to his. "I will find you later." I say ominous before taking flight with a little more aggressiveness than I would normally do, so that the wind hits him with some force.

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Bam Crack BZZZzzzzzzT

I hover above the battlefield without interfering because I noticed something strange about this fierce battle.

It lacks bloodlust.

I mean, they are not really holding back, and the two combatants received blows strong enough to create craters on the ground and move the clouds away, attacks that can bruise even their strong bodies, and the shockwaves alone are changing the landscape.

I have no doubt that they can die, and that neither would hesitate about killing the other, but there is a certain something else… A familiarity… They know each other. They know each other's limits, know that the opponent can take their attacks… It is like a deadly spar, still mortal and unsafe… But they are not really expecting a conclusion to this fight to happen so early.

An old rival.

I look around, there is still some distance away from civilization, but if they continue like that, things can escalate till people's lives are affected.

I can respect a warrior's duel, but not if it will inconvenience innocent people. Especially humans, when this battle shouldn't be happening in Midgard.

Thor's opponent is obviously from one of the Nine Realms…

"A Rock Troll…" I recognize the main features fromabook "Much stronger than normal." The guy must be the Captain America of his race. No, the Luke Cage of his race.

An average Rock Troll is weaker thanaFrost Giant, and there is one right here fighting Thor with his fists. Well, he has some brass knuckles, but they are not on the same level as Mjolnir.

Boom Bam

More punches that create earthquakes… Yeah… I will have to intervene.

Uncrossing my arms, I start moving forward. But the combatants are aware of my presence - I didn't hide myself - so Thor quickly turns to me.

"Don't intervene, friend!" He shouts after a little respite "This is an old squabble."

"It doesn't look like a squabble…" I comment while looking at the damage accumulating.

"Pay attention, Son of Odin!" The Rock Troll resumes the fight by warning of his next attack.

Thor quickly meets his fists with the Mjolnir, and a dome-like shockwave spreads for a hundred meters, sparks and electricity remaining in the air even after things quieted down.

"Yes, this is more like a feud." I comment

"Don't worry, Eidolon!" Thor shouts while exchanging blows "Ulik hasn't bested me in the past, and history will repeat today… and tomorrow!" He finishes his sentence withafierce strike

"Word on the Realms that you matured, Son of Odin. But I see that you remain as arrogant as ever!!" The Rock Troll, now that I know that it is called Ulik, replies while returning the attacks fiercely.

"..." I roll my eyes and go sit on a rock nearby.

I will respect the 1v1 for a little longer, but I will also study this Ulik guy. From what I saw, his skin is unnaturally tougher… but what about his organs? I have many methods to make my attacks go through his defenses and devastate his insides.

I will just wait for the right moment and end this in one second.

..................…..

While I was observing the earth-shaking brawl from a boulder, I heard the sound of an object coming to me at high speed…

"Oh, it is just Stark." I watch him slowly descend at my side, wearing one of his armors. "You really need to make those repulsors less noisy." If he uses vibranium… Well, he doesn't even need vibranium, just calibrate to a frequency not heard by humans.

"I'm working on that, but there are more pressing issues to improve first." He says, his voice being transmitted from the speakers because his helmet is on.

"Yeah… You are really not the stealthy type." I say, not really a compliment.

"I know, right? My presence can't be hidden!" But he takes like one, opening his helmet to greet me

"If you consider this a good thing…" I shrug

"It is hard to find you, you know?"

"Not your fault, I was kinda inaccessible these days."

"Okay then. And what is happening here? Friend of Thor?" Tony looks at the fight with raised eyebrows

"No, it seems there is some rivalry between them. Something about that guy wanting the Mjolnir from what I heard during the battle."

"Oh…" He doesn't look that interested in it. "Anyway, I'm here to officially invite you to my Halloween party 30 of October!" He dramatically removes a zombified mini Iron Man helmet from somewhere and gives it to me. "This is the invitation."

"..." I take one look at it in the center of my palm and look at him. "This proximity trigger is for what?"

"Eh? Well, that is just to warn me that you arrived…"

"..." He thinks that he is a good liar. It is probably some prank… "Whatever… I hope that you are aware that when heroes gather, there is a high chance of things going wrong."

"Relax, the strongest people will be there. I will also increase the security a thousandfold. The villains will need to be retard to try anything."

"You would be surprised." Villains always think they can take the heroes before they really need to take the heroes.

BOOOOM KA-THOOOM

"Okay, things are starting to get out of hand…" I sigh while standing up like a tired old man. Time to stop the children from playing before anything hits someone's eye.

I heighten my senses, time slows down a little, and I wait…

The two fighters are not in top shape, and their focus is completely on the other. In a fight of this level, a small opening can be fatal.

I keep waiting for this opening… After a fierce exchange, where Ulik did not lose much of his balance as Thor, because he is on the ground while the God of Thunder is flying, the Rock Troll goes for a follow-up. When attacking, it is when most people reveal their openings. HunterxHunter was right.

An uppercut… uppercuts are very large swings…

Whoosh

I appear in front of him with my arms ready. Ulik noticed me and quickly changed stance to attack me; his huge arm swung in my direction instead of Thor.

Swish

And he hits an after-image. I predicted that he would be good enough to react to my appearance, which is why I'm already behind him, with no presence till the moment my palm touches his skin.

Boooom

The palm strike between his shoulder plates, my strike power travelling beyond his skin to create internal destruction. Ryuo is pretty useful against enemies like those.

"Gaah!" My attack removes all the air from his lungs and damages them.

It is impressive that this is not enough to take him down.

That is why my hand is already going intangible, entering his torso, closing his thoracic duct with the creation of some adamantium "corks" to block the path to his lungs. Now he will not receive any more air.

And this is still not enough! This guy is a troll, and trolls are famous for their durability and vitality. He is already turning around to attack me.

That is why it's my turn for an uppercut. A uppercut inside his body, my fist going straight to his brain, not to kill, just to give him a little electroshock-therapy.

With oxygen, his brain would eventually cease functioning. I will just speed up the process and make him fall asleep, instead of killing him.

"Ggggggg!" A drowned sound leaves his mouth as his body twitches, and finally, he falls forward, his eyes rolled behind his head.

As he falls, I quickly remove the adamantium blocking his airway so that he doesn't wake from the pain or die.

Thud

He falls forward so heavily that his legs raise up pretty high before settling on the ground with another loud sound.

"..." Wow… I'm pretty deadly when I use my powers, huh? Against a "Brute" with a "mortal body", I don't think I can lose.

I also got him with his pants down and tired, so I will not consider this a victory.

When Thor landed close to me, I turned to him.

"Sorry, Thor. You guys are getting pretty close to the city." I point to the small building on the horizon. "The shockwaves of your attacks are already hitting it."

Thor looks a little bashful.

"It is all well, my friend. I confess that I was not thinking too much about the collateral damage." He says while scratching his head with the Mjolnir "I confess that it was pretty incredible seeing you doing quick work of Ulik. He is a tenacious foe."

"You did most of the work. I just targeted him where it hurts. Not a fair fight." I shrug

"Hahaha! Then he will wake up irate!" Thor guffaws. "He will probably try to find you for a rematch to clean his honour."

"..." That is all I wanted… "Then put him on Asgardian jail and throw the key away. Unless you want me to take care of him…" I say with a cold voice. I already got his genetic material, I can very well throw him into the Sun.

Stark lands close to us in the next second. "Thor should take the big guy. I don't think the Raft can hold him."

Well, I have a prison… But I was thinking of a more… definitive solution.

"It was what I pretended to do." Thor nods

"By the way, don't forget about the party." Tony points at the God of Thunder

"Oh yes, can I bring more people with me?"

"Yes, but who? If it's your girlfriend, you don't even need to ask." Tony answers without hesitation

"There is Darcy too… And Sif and the Warriors Three…My brothers, but I will have to ask."

"That would be great! The more gods and heroes, the better!" Tony says "That will be THE party. It will have everything! I even got some pretty famous singers and bands… Heck, they practically begged to perform a song or two just to be invented." Tony looks smug. "Superheroes are the new rockstars, baby!"

"Hmm… You just gave me an idea." I finally say something "Tell me, Stark, it would be okay for me to arrange certain Metas singers to perform too? I know some who would love the opportunity."

"Trying to launch their carriers?" He gives me a look

"Yes. As a meta, you can imagine that they are a little hesitant about being famous."

"Are they good? Can you vouch for them?" He asks "I don't want school-level play to kill the mood…"

"They are good… One is a singer with the power to create light and sound. As she sings, she can be her own light show, and if she produces light, she can make her own background song."

"And she is still a good singer despite all that?" Tony looks impressed. "Or is she good because of her power?"

"That is one of those stances where two things combine perfectly. Like your money and your brain." Having a power that goes well with your hobbies or talent is a gift.

Obviously, many develop certain skills because of their powers, but the ones that have powers perfect for their natural talents… Those are the ones that won the life lottery.

"Then that it would be cool… I get what you are trying to do, but I don't care. If she can perform well, it will be the first. We will make history." Tony smiles "Talk with her and thencome talk with me. We can squeeze some time for her to sing two or three songs. Believe in me, there will be a lot of performances."

"Don't go overboard…" I comment. I'm really not the party type, and I just planned to go for a half hour before finding an excuse to leave, but now I can win a little from it…

If I remember well, Dazzler had a lot of problems in her career as a singer when people discovered that she was a mutant. Now she will have my and the Avengers' backing. Metas need to appear more around the world beyond being heroes and villains.

Tony scoffs at my words. "You sound like Pepper." The helmet lowers on his face, and his repulsors come to life. "Remember, boys, it is a costume party… And if you want, you guys can come as Iron Man, and be cool for once!"

Fwoosh

He then flies away with a laugh

"..." Thor and I look at each other before we start laughing.

"Clowns are popular fantasies in Halloween, anyway." I joke, and we laugh more.

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    Chapter 150 - Loved Ones (Part 1)

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    Eidolon P.O.V.

    I watched the removal of the four idiots with half interest. I thought about putting them in my own jail, in suspended animation, but using their foolishness as a cautionary tale would bring greater benefit.

    Now, if they eventually become agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. or whatever, I don’t care. They are not that strong or important for me to be that wary of them. I even checked their academic background, and even the smartest among them is behind the dumbest of the geniuses I know.

    “What? Do you want my statement?” I ask Black Widow, who is unnecessarily close to me.

    “Just doing the same as you… Watching from the sidelines.” She comments with a cheeky grin “Believe it or not, I don’t always approach you to spy. “

    “I believe in you.” I say simply, it's just fun to banter.

    “But people are really crazy, huh? Till when will someone do something crazy and unlock godly powers like yours? Someone that we don’t want with those powers…” She stretches herself while saying casually, unnecessarily trying to show me her body

    “It will probably happen, but don’t worry…” I start confidently

    “Because you are here?” She asks cheekily

    “You learned something at least.” I chuckle

    “I will sleep well knowing that the big and strong Eidolon is protecting me~” She bats her eyelashes at me.

    “I don’t think you need protection, but okay… You can always shout.” I give a veiled compliment. Despite everything, she is a hardworker.

    “Oho~ Thanks.” She giggles while passing a hand through my biceps.

    I give her a look, and she stops with a playful “hands in the air” gesture. We remain silent for some time before she asks with a casual tone.

    “Do you think I should try getting some powers? Everyone is getting one of these days…”

    “Nothing is for free…” I warn her “But if you want, you can try to get bitten by a radioactive spider. You will be able to keep the brand.”

    She laughs “Nah, with my luck, I will probably mutate into something straight out of a B-tier horror movie.”

    “There is always a risk.” I nod

    We talk a little more, but she needs to go when the four idiots are finally sacked. The scientist already gathered their data, and S.H.I.E.L.D is ready to transport them and the spaceship away.

    She sighs loudly and starts walking to the other agents. “Now comes the fun part… paperwork. I didn’t even do anything, but I will need to write it.”

    “Your contribution is greatly appreciated.” I give her some encouragement with a mocking tone. Natasha glares at me before rolling her eyes.

    “The thing I envy you the most is not even the powers… It is because you don’t need to do paperwork”. She says while walking backwards to face me.

    “I also don’t have a salary.” I point

    “If I pay, can you do it for me?”

    “No way.” I laugh

    “Not even with my body.” She looks at me sultrily while pulling down the zipper of her bodysuit a little, showing her cleavage.

    “No.”

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    Third Person P.O.V.

    Busujima Saeko, as Murasaki, and Kwannon’s debut as a member of the SCP doesn’t have any big plans today. They simply asked Isabella to connect with one of the doors of the Nyoirin Crime group compound.

    Double doors slide open, and they walk into a hallway.

    “Hm? Who are you tw- Gak” A poor yakuza-looking guy that just happened to be walking on that particular spot didn’t have the quick wit to recognize Murasaki and understand that it was an attack.

    Crack Wham

    That is why he was completely defenseless when he received two quick attacks from Saeko. Not that if he were fully on guard, it would do any good for him.

    But at least maybe he would be able to protect his teeth from being broken.

    The sadistic woman made a bokeh emerge from her inner wrist and stabbed the guy in his mouth and neck so fast that it almost looks like she attacked at the same time.

    The boken opened a hole between his teeth and broke something on his throat.

    He fell to the ground, foaming blood while clenching his neck.

    Saeko watches him slowly fall to his knees, her purple eyes are crescent moons of enjoyment as she basks in the feeling of violence before she attacks again behind his neck.

    He didn’t decapitate him, even though she would be able to do it even with a wooden sword, but the man fell unconscious, his fate uncertain. 50-50… He probably will not drown in his blood because he was face down, but maybe he will die if he doesn’t receive help.

    She will let his luck decide.

    “Let’s go.”

    “...” Psylocke looks at Murasaki with different eyes now.

    She is a trained assassin, so she obviously understood Saeko's attacks better than a normal person would.

    Those attacks are primarily meant to shut the guy up, to not alert anyone… but secondarily were meant to inflict a lot of pain.

    Her fellow purple samurai is dangerous.

    While Psylocke was a little lost, Saeko retrieved a disk from a pouch in her waist and pressed it on the wall.

    “Now they can’t ask for help…” Her eyes smile while the disk starts glowing. “There will also be others preventing anyone from leaving this place while allowing anyone to enter it, unaware that it is a slaughterhouse.”

    “...”

    Saeko doesn’t explain that a group of Failsafe robots will be on the lookout as reinforcements, after all, Psylock just needs to understand that no one is leaving this place till they are done.

    “Eidolon also already provided us a map… We need to go underground.” Saerko raises her wrist, and a 3D holographic image of the coupons appears, revealing that the structures extend much farther down than up. “But first, let’s make this compound silent.”

    Psylocke gets ready while Saeko walks unworriedly forward. Psylocke pulls her sword from her sheath, but Saeko just keeps her hands at her side. The reason for that was revealed when she opened a room.

    Three men are sitting on the ground playing a card game. They look at the door with frowns, and when they notice who is standing in front of them, they quickly move to their pistols and weapons at their side.

    Swish

    They never had the chance to feel their weapons in their grips ebcause they hands are separated from their bodies with a simple move of Saeko.

    Suddenly, she is already standing behind them, her hand is a clawing form, fingers shining sharp while the men clutch their newly created stumps on the ground.

    Swish

    Another move and she is back at the door, already walking out, and a second later Psssh a geyser of blood erupts from the men, painting the whole room while she calmly closes the door behind her just before some splat land on her back.

    “The chances of a meta or something similar existing here are low.” Saeko speaks “Let’s separate ourselves. I go right, and you go left, we meet at the only elevator to take us down.”

    “Fine.” Psylocke agrees easily.

    At this rate, she will just be a bystander. The enemies are too weak, and Saeko is particularly strong… and every effective in killing, it will be better if they cover more ground.

    Saeko nods and starts walking away, humming to herself “Just an easy job… Let’s not make it boring~” She sings

    Psylocke gives a last look at Saeko’s back. Saeko is scary, but she feels that she is different from her previous killer colleagues. A little honest… refreshing maybe… At least she is relieved that she is on her side.

    With a last shake of her head, the older purple-haired female samurai focuses on the mission at hand. Despite being something that she did many times before, now this is personal.

    Eidolon provided this opportunity after hearing her story.

    This is not a loyalty test from him; this is just him indulging her, a chance to sever her past.

    She takes a deep breath and walks in the opposite direction. Her telepathy is not her best asset, but she can still feel people’s minds from a reasonable distance, which gives her an edge… Always knowing where her target is before they can get a chance to defend themselves.

    She pauses in front of a thin bamboo wall, raises her arm, and strikes the wall at the same time; a blade construct appears at the end of her fist.

    Krrrt “Ugh…”

    A wet groan, and then the sound of a body falling after she makes her blade disappear. That is how she always made her perfect assassinations. A blade that she can disperse at any time, that she can change the shape… How can anyone investigate that?

    She even has a special type of psychic blade that attacks the mind directly, leaving no traces in the flesh.

    She was molded in this very successful assassin by her environment, but this power of hers was the perfect raw material to be worked with. She was cursed from birth in this path… that is what she believes.

    She doesn’t waste time, moving to the next target, avoiding conflict, and killing them with one move… The more she kills, the more she gets back to her old form.

    Her purple blade is moving faster than any enemy's hand moving toward their weapons. Her blade is also sharp enough to cut them fatally with one strike.

    As Saeko predicted, no one showed any out-of-the-ordinary abilities; it was just the average yakuza. Sometimes she found them having fun with women, both willing and unwilling, enjoying drugs, or doing any other illegal activity.

    But that doesn’t make her change her modus operandi that much, killing them with one strike… She can’t deny that an ugly feeling of anger is growing inside her, though her professionalism is keeping it in check.

    After making some abused victims fall unconscious, she checks the 3D map and makes sure she cleaned her side of the building, so she makes her way to the elevator.

    To her surprise, Psylocke found Saeko already waiting for her there. She did everything efficiently and as quickly as possible, but she was still the last one to arrive.

    Checking her fellow purple samurai, she can’t find one drop of blood on her, but the smell of blood is strong in the air. Without a doubt, if she traces Saeko’s path, she will find a much dirtier path than hers.

    “Let’s go.” Saeko moves from her position leaning on the wall and presses the button to open the elevator door. “We are already in their systems… Their cameras are showing loops of peaceful footage, and any communication is being faked by an Artificial Intelligence that emulates their deceased partners… We still have the element of surprise.” She explains as the two ride the elevator down.

    “Very thoroughly…” Psylocke nods in admiration and understanding.

    “That's how he is… We don’t want any rat escaping, rat?” Saeko's eyes smile “We should be nothing short of perfect tonight.”

    Beyond that, the elevator ride is mostly silent. Psylocke thought about breaking the ice, maybe asking about the other woman, getting some information about the organization she just joined, but in the end, no words came out of her mouth.

    ‘The mission is more important…’ She tells herself… But it's probably because deep down she is very antisocial and awkward.

    “People are guarding the elevator…” Saeko suddenly says while she looks down

    Psylocke also felt it, but only after the other pointed out, making her think she also has a similar power that can be used for detection like hers.

    “Ready?” Saeko asks as the elevator slows down

    “Yes.”

    The two put on a stance; they can feel multiple people in the hallway beyond the elevator. When they finally stop, they don’t even wait for the doors to open before stabbing them with their respective weapons.

    Psylocke creates a blade with her psychic powers, and Saeko makes a real blade emerge from her wrist. The two are hitting their targets beyond the door perfectly.

    Saeko’s blade is a dark purple, curved katana with demonic eyes on it. After killing the yakuza, she doesn’t waste time slicing the elevator doors open. The corridor filled with criminals was revealed to them, and the two dashed forward before they could react.

    A bloodbath happens in that small space. The pristine walls are smeared with blood while a cacophony of pained grunts and shouts of despair echoes.

    In the end, only the two women remain standing on the pile of corpses.

    No word is said between them this time, and they just continue their business, a repetition of what happened on the surface.

    The structure underground was complex, but with the map in hand, the two navigated through it easily enough. They found both armed criminals and workers, transporting weapons and other illegal substances.

    Even if down there, some are armed with better weapons like machine guns, electric batons, and vibro-blades, they don’t stand a chance against the two.

    The duo advances by cutting all enemies in front of them; their stealthy method lasted longer than expected, but it was impossible to work forever. Eventually, they stumble on an open area, filled with members of thai clan working or keeping guard.

    Like a hangar, it is filled with ledges and doors that open to other areas, so it was impossible to keep the enemies from running or warning the others by shouting.

    Not that they mind at this point. All escape routes are blocked; now they are just sheep locked with two tigresses. It doesn’t matter if they tried to resist or run, they all met their blades and the ground in the end.

    One man in particular attracts their attention, Nyoirin Henecha, the leader of this crime empire.

    “That is him…” Psylocke looks at him with cold eyes

    “Let’s go get him then.”

    When they move, the big Japanese man turns on his heels and runs while pushing his men forward to buy time. Unfortunately, they barely slowed the two female samurai by two seconds.

    They follow Nyoirin to another big room, looking like a science facility. It is dark, and it made them stop to scan the place. Thanks to their powers, they could find him easily enough, but he is not alone.

    He is opening a coffin-like structure.

    “Hahaha, Kwannon, I have a surprise for you, my dear!” Nyoirin says with a crazy smile “I paid a hefty price for this thing, but it will be worth it, I’m sure.”

    The two stop to see what he is doing.

    If it were Eidolon, he would have already checked what - or who - is inside the coffin and killed Nyoirin, but Saeko is curious.

    When she kills this guy, the night will be over, so she wants to enjoy a little more.

    Sounds of pressurized air start leaving the coffin, and the structure starts opening as tubes are removed from it. It also moves till is full straight before it opens.

    The two female samurai show a surprised expression, but with different gravities.

    Saeko raises her eyebrows at the grotesque man revealed inside.

    It looks like a victim of a very bad fire incident, a disfigured zombie, skinny, and lacking its right arm. He is naked from his torso up and exposing his scars. His face is half destroyed, just one eye looks complete, and with no lips, his teeth are exposed.

    Psylocke's eyes widen with shock, despair, sadness, and fury…

    The man revealed was none other than her former lover, Matsu’o Tsurayaba.

    The man she needed to kill because of the machinations of Nyoirin and the Hand. Nyoirin always desired her, and when he discovered that the two had a clandestine relationship while assassins of the Hand, he made sure that Matsu’o found his demise in a horrific way.

    He plotted for the two to kill each other as an misuderstanding, and then while Matsu’o was mind-controlled. It took some investigation for her to discover that the Hand had sold the two, and that was the last nail in the coffin that ended any loyalty she had with the Hand, even the one created by brainwashing.

    “You…” Psylocke greets her teeth as she stares at her past once again in front of her.

    “HAHAHAHAHAHA! Now that is a pretty face! That is exactly what I wanted to see!!!!” Nyoirin laughs heartily

    Saeko understands the situation fast because she has information on Psylocke’s background.

    “He can probably restore him.” She informs him, talking about Eidolon.

    Psylocke pauses for a moment, her eyes trembling, but she shakes her head.

    “That… That is not him anymore…” She is sure of it.

    That is just a living weapon, an animated corpse… She can’t feel Matsu’o on that body with her powers… and she also killed him in the past with her psychic blade, to free him of their control.

    It was a definitive death, destruction of the connection between body and mind… He is not coming back this way.

    The Hand has a big background with demons and probably tried to resurrect him with mind and all. The reason they failed was that exactly because Psylocke killed him the way she did.

    She did it exactly because Matsu’o didn’t want to come back. They know of what the Hand is capable of; that demonic seal that corrupted him was just the tip of the iceberg.

    After that failure, the hand thought about using Matsu’o’s body as a vessel for some demon, but with all the damage and the offer of Nyoirin, they abandoned the idea and cut their losses. Discarding their tool one last time, one last time making use of him and profiting.

    “...” Psylocke slowly raises her hand with finality, a purple blade appearing between her fingers, her eyes also shine purple, and motes of light float around her body, some joining to form little butterflies.

    “Aaa… aann…” The zombie Matsu’o reacts to her, but his eyes show only aggression, ready to kill this threat.

    “Can you do this?” Saeko asks

    “I will do it.” Psylocke says with determination, her voice strong.

    “...” Saeko stares at her focused side profile “...if you hesitate, just stop.”

    After that, she starts moving at the retreating Nyoirin, and the man is trying to run since the reveal. She follows him with a languid pace, shaking her head while calling him a coward.

    He can’t escape, so he will simply discover that he is trapped and show despair, or he will try one last card… and then she will destroy it so that he can feel despair.

    Either way, the ending will be the same; she will just let it build up. She bets hope is growing up inside him, and she wants this feeling to last before she cuts it.

    She follows him through rows of shelves, finally stopping in front of another coffin-like structure. But this one is much bigger than the previous one and is connected to the wall.

    The structure starts open, and Nyoirin turns his back to it.

    Saek watches with a tilt of her head as he walks back inside a samurai power armor.

    ‘A prototype to that one… it looks cheap…’ She thinks

    Nyoiring looks proud of himself while walking forward on the power armor around him.

    “Your child’s play ends here-” He starts saying…

    Swish

    …but was cut off by a slash of Saeko’s blade. It was shallow, just to make a wound on his torso. But it made him bleed…

    Even with this power armor defending him, she still can cut him… that is the message she wants to convey.

    His face immediately pales, exactly like how she wanted.

    Saeko's eyes narrow into crescents. “I’m gonna remove parts of your body now. Don’t worry, I will do ina way that you will still have a fighting chance…”

    She raises her sword. “Please, put some futile struggle… I’m bored.”

    She already understands that this mission will not be enough for her. Later, Saeko will need to go to Hector for some satisfaction.

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    Psylocke’s fight is equally predictable.

    Matsu’o once lost to her even in his prime, so it is obvious what is gonna happen. If Nyoiring had hope that she would be hesitant to strike him down, he underestimated her greatly.

    To her, this is similar to protecting his image. She will not hesitate even if her hands feel a little heavy. They are heavy with the burden of her past, something that she has been holding for too long… and it is time to let go.

    The fight is like a last dance. Matsu’o’s body still remembers how to fight, but is so robotic and predictable that she can cause him to react the way she wants.

    They move like a mirror, taking turns in attacking and dodging.

    Finally, he overextends, the same bad habit of unnecessarily spinning he always had.

    Psylocke enters his space after he misses the swing of his prosthetic blade. When his back is turned to her, she grabs his head with one hand and, with the other, stabs his brain with her psychic blade in a reverse grip.

    Buchi

    It is not as clean as the last time; a physical hole opened in his cranium, and he finally goes still.

    “...” Psylocke also remains still while watching his motionless body fall from his hands. Initially, she wanted to hold him, but she didn’t… Maybe she finally started cutting ties with her past.

    “Are you done?” She hears Saeko’s voice approaching.

    She is dragging a limbless Nyoirin by some threads that come from her gauntlet. The man is barely alive.

    “Yes.” Psylocke nods “I see that you are also done

    “He was pathetic… I was not even able to test his gift…” Saeko sighs while flexing her fingers.

    Psylocke doesn’t know that the gift is the gauntlet, but doesn’t press the matter, still a little out of it.

    “Do you want to bury him?” Saeko asks with sympathetic eyes after getting closer.

    “...no.” Psylocke shakes her head “I already buried him once. But I don’t want to leave his body here, though.”

    “So grave robbing, huh? They must have a way to track him…” Saeko concludes

    Psylocke nods gravely.

    “Maybe some cremation then…” She raises her gauntlet, the inner part of her forearm moves Kachik, and the kanji of Fire appear.

    After a small prayer over the burning body, the two leave this place to the cleaners. Psylocke didn’t look back.
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      Chapter 150 - Loved Ones (Part 2)

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      Emma Frost

      Emma is spending some quality time with her daughters, which means that she is teaching them how to use her powers. As much as she would like to simply have some fun spoiling them rotten with trips and gifts, she understands that this training takes precedence over anything else.

      Eidolon also convinced her to hold off taking them outside till they have better control over their powers and themselves, understanding that the things they can easily do to other people are not things that they should easily do to other people.

      She will still teach them to do all those amoral things though… This is non-negotiable. Emma didn’t reach that far in life by binding herself with morals and ethics. And she will not let her daughters be defenseless in the face of the many challenges of life.

      Emma already put on her mind that she would teach them how to use their powers fully, not caring about anything or anyone else. Eidolon, the other parent, can be the anti-fun one and drill in their minds his goodness or whatever.

      “The first thing you should do is always patiently read the mind of your target… Observe from as far as you can and as long as you can.” She explains “Statistically, you will not find someone who is a telepath or can resist our powers that easily, but it costs only a few seconds of caution to prevent big trouble.”

      Her five daughters watch her silently, with their eerily unblinking eyes that Emma is already used to, and even finds cute now.

      “Even the mind of the most average person can unconsciously notice that something is wrong and raise their defenses, like a muscle tensing to brace itself for some impact.”

      After giving them time to digest what she said, Emma continued “I can’t bring you examples to practice, but I can show you all some of my experiences in the past… Get ready.”

      That is another very effective method of teaching that Emma discovered that she likes to use. She can simply bring her daughters on a memory trip so that they can learn firsthand through her eyes.

      She did that in a lot of situations, showing parts of the world, good and bad things, and in some situations, pointing out what they can do if they find themselves in similar circumstances.

      Now she is showing them some encounters in her early days, setbacks she had in invading the minds of some people, and failing embarrassingly. Too eager to get some results, too scared of getting caught…

      She omits a particular experience in her college days… That bitch should exist only in her mind. She also avoids showing how pathetic she was to her daughters.

      “Its a perfect crime… no outwardly indication… So you don’t need to hurry like a kid stealing a cookie from a jar.” She says to them in her memory. Her eyes go from the vision of her victim blinking with a sudden headache, and herself retreating a little nervously to her daughters. “I don’t think I need to teach you all to keep a poker face. You five are already good at that. Just remember to act naturally. Eye contact is useful while delving into someone’s mind, but one day you will not need to do it. It is possible to feel their minds around you with your eyes closed.”

      She shares her experiences and insights… Valuable lessons that she learned alone, with a lot of trial and error. Something that she didn’t wish her daughters to go through…

      And this thought surprises her more than she expected.

      Her? Emma Frost? Willing to share her hard-earned knowledge with someone? That is not how the world works. That is not how she operates.

      In this world, she bet that the vast majority of metas had to learn by themselves, and people would jealously keep their secrets tightly close to their chests.

      But now here she is, doing her best for her daughters. Unexpected additions to her life that changed her egotistical and narcissistic way of life. At least a little…

      Well, if she thinks a little more deeply, caring for no one else but clones of herself is still very narcissistic, but she doesn’t care. All children are part of their parents; hers is just more than the others.

      She already noticed that individually her daughters don’t have abilities as strong as hers… That is why the experiment was deemed a failure.

      Eidolon told her that it had ended prematurely, and the girls had room to grow. After all, she herself didn’t have any powers at their ages. He promised to make sure that there will be no issues with their natural development because they are clones, and if needed, he will make sure to increase their potential.

      On her part, she will make sure to raise their expertise till the day they gain more raw power.

      It is a good deal between the co-parents.

      Co-parents… that is also a fun thought. She is co-parenting with Eidolon.

      And if Emma can be honest here in her mind, she wants more than co-parenting with him. Why shouldn’t she?

      She is Emma Frost, she is one of the most beautiful women in the world, the most successful, rich, witty, tasteful, and powerful too… Blessed by life in many ways, and with the will and brains to conquer even more, and doesn’t waste those gifts.

      And all those statements don’t even come from her arrogance; they are facts.

      She is at the top of the world, with an almost perfect life… The only thing missing is what she never expected to need… a family.

      Unexpectedly, Life was not done with the blessings thrown at her, and she was gifted with five perfect daughters, exactly like her. And now it is only missing a single piece to her perfect life… a husband.

      And who better than the perfect man? Then her perfect family will be complete.

      It had to be him. It needs to be him. Life even made sure to give her the perfect opportunity with her daughters. She is the only one in the world who has him tied like that. Bless the day they called him “Papa”.

      Like with many other things, she will not waste this gift. This opportunity is too perfect to pass up.

      Eidolon will be more than the father figure of her daughters; he will be the father of her family!

      Now she needs to stop thinking about it because she remembers that completing this task will not be easy. She is Frost, but the guy is the one who looks like he is made of ice. She can turn into a diamond, but his heart is a rock.

      “Now, girls, with this many examples, you all should understand why a lion uses all his strength to hunt a rabbit. You don’t want to be a victim of your own hubris; you will only have yourself to blame.” Emma gives them a lesson, warning them not commit her youthful mistakes.

      After they came back from the trip on her memories, she continues, “You all also need to be aware that you are part of a very small group of people in the world, on top of the pyramid, so the ones that you will enter in contact with are not the average Joes that I met in my youth. It will be the elites, like your father and me. Don’t do something reckless because most of them at least have minds strong enough to notice that something is wrong.”

      “Do you understand?” She asks with a serious tone

      ““““““Yes, mama.”””””

      “Well, said that… You can throw caution to the wind during a direct confrontation, and if you are in danger.”

      They all nod in unison.

      “Smart girls.” She compliments, satisfied.

      Then she spends a little more time talking and showing her experiences, after all, using telepathy is not something that can be learned by reading a book.

      Eventually, someone knocks on the door of the study room.

      “Ms. Frost… It is time for the girls get ready for bed.” She recognizes the distinct voice of the Caretaker, her voice, probably modified because it is very inhuman, is unnaturally raspy, and Eidolon confessed that she, indeed, can look normal.

      “Come in.” She says, and the door opens to not only reveal the dark mist maid, but also the bodyguard provided by Eidolon.

      This Thorn Princess, who doesn’t make any effort in hiding her identity as Yor, didn’t show any incredible capabilities, like the Caretaker, beyond her happy and innocent personality. She can admit that the girls need someone like that, though.

      But Eidolon vouched for her as a bodyguard, so she will trust that she is more than a pretty face he keeps around. Emma also knows that he is not like that; she would expect that for any other man in the world, but not Eidolon.

      The girls also love Yor.

      Emma says her goodbyes to the girls as Yor gently guides them away.

      Caretaker stays behind, and Emma uses the opportunity to ask

      “Is that woman really fit for the job?”

      “If Eidolon trusted the task to take care of his adopted daughters to her…” She says with a tone like it's obvious “And don’t worry. She is just the first line of defense.”

      “Hmm~” She pauses and decides to keep the talking going “You seem to know him on a personal level.”

      “...” Caretaker turns to her slowly, the slits of her eyes narrowing slightly. “Yes…” She answers without giving too much information.

      “So you would know information like… his habits, what he likes or dislikes, what he thinks about this… strange family situation.” She hates that she is acting similar to a teenager asking for information about his crush, but what else can she do? The man is a mystery!

      “...” That faceless, misty head shows nothing, but Emma thinks she is being judged or maybe mocked silently. “You can simply ask him directly. He would answer.”

      “As if!” Emma scoffs at the notion; she doesn’t want to look desperate. “I am just thinking about the girls, you know?” She tries to sound casual “It must be weird to them to have a father figure that they don’t even know what his face looks like…” She looks at her nails

      “...”

      “Maybe one day he will be tired and bored of play house and abandon the poor girls.”

      “He would never do that.” Caretaker immediately defends him “He has a great sense of responsibility, and if he says that he will do something, he will do it. More chances they will reject him as they grow up…”

      “He said something similar in a joking tone…”

      “That is how he is… He will stay till he is no longer necessary and wanted, even with the chance of him getting hurt in the end. He is ready for that already.”

      “...” Emma keeps her gaze. “Well, you can’t deny that it's a very weird family dynamic.”

      “It could be worse…”

      “I don’t doubt that…” Emma nods “But c’mon, girl. Help a sister~” Emma plays coy after discovering this woman is as unflippable as Eidolon. “Why don’t you help me help the girls do something for him? What kind of food does he like? Movies? You know… family activities. To bring some normalcy in this weird dynamic…”

      “...” Caretaker stares at her in silence.

      “...don’t you think he would be happy with that?”

      Emma watches the slits narrow even more, almost disappearing.

      “Futile effort… I said that you can simply ask him.”

      “But then it would not be a surprise…” Emma feels that he is almost winning by exhaustion.

      Caretaker shakes her head “You can’t manipulate him…” She then looks at Emma “But I can tell you a few non-compromising things…”

      Emma allows herself to smile at the small victory…

      …………………………………………..

      Hector P.O.V.

      In my house, I’m going through some documents on a holographic screen in the living room when Isabella approaches me.

      “Emma Frost asked me about ways to get closer to you.” Isabella says to me with a flat face. First thing she did was reveal Emma’s plans to me “She will use the daughters.”

      I chuckle, hearing that“She could just have asked me to dinner or something.”

      “That is what I told her…” Isabella says plainly

      “I guess old habits die hard, and Emma can’t help but be a little duplicitous. Even when it is harmless…” I laugh again. “She needs to act like she is tricking and seducing me, and henceforth feel in control of the situation.”

      “...she has issues.”

      “Huhu, we all have… Maybe I should send Harley to her.” I consider it, but I feel it would be a bad idea somehow.

      “What are you gonna do about her?” Isabella asks while giving me a look.

      “Nothing much…” I shrug “Like I said, no harm done… Oh no, she is trying to trick me into a relationship! Trying to make me her husband and official father of her five adorable daughters that I already consider mine!” I exclaim sarcastically “My steak is also too juicy and my lobster too buttery, by the way.” Seriously, guys in my other world would get me in a headlock if I complained. Oh no, what horrible fate would be being smothered by her breasts or squeezed by her thighs.

      “...” Isabella continues to look at me with a indescritible look, which almost makes me suspect she can read my mind.

      “Said that…” I cough in my hand to get serious. “It is not a good idea for a relationship start like that… I’m really not that against things developing in this direction, but there are a lot of steps that need to be taken to make this not explode in our face. There is a reason I rejected Rogue, after all.” I sigh “She will find that it is not easy to get to me without some honesty, but we can develop our friendship/partnership in the meantime.”

      “I trust that you know what you are doing.” Isabella says simply

      “I try…” Then I changed the subject “And how is it to take care of the girls? Are you enjoying?”

      Thst is is a thin line I’m threading, after all, Isabella has a “not so good” story about taking care of children.

      “It is fine…” She answers with a calm face “The girls are obedient and smart, their personalities are starting to branch out, but they don’t get into a lot of mischief or trouble. Their curiosity is also not a problem.”

      “I see…” I nod. “And what about you? Do you like working with them?” I probe

      “...”

      “...”

      I patiently wait for her to speak.

      “It is fine too…” She finally says while looking at me “You don’t need to worry about me either, Master. This time is very different from my past… I don’t need to be as demanding or… You know the rest.” She pauses “It is very relaxing and soothing to just nurture them to be… them.” Her eyes are a little glassy.

      So I stand up and approach her while she is distracted. Taking her hand in mine and put my other hand on her cheek to look at me, and I speak with the warmest smile I can muster.

      “I’m glad… I trusted you with this work because I know that you are a kind, nurturing, and caring woman, Isabella.”

      “...” Her eyes tremble.

      “It is a great tragedy that those great qualities are tied to your horrible past… That is not your fault.” I assure her “I just don’t want you to bury this good side of you together with your bad past, okay?”

      “...”

      “Okay?” I nudge gently while she looks lost

      “...okay.” She whispers.

      “Great.” I smile widely.

      Then I give her a peck on the cheek and start walk awy to my business, but still pointing at her while going “You are also a pretty awesome and badass, the girls can learn a lot from you. Bye~”

      I leave her to her thoughts, like me, Isabella is the type who likes to do some introspection alone. Later, I will check on her. I care about my employees' mental health.

      One of the things I like in life is helping people reach their full potential, especially when dealing with their mental blocks. If Isabella has troubles of the past holding her back now, of course, I will help her with that.

      Hopefully, it is working.

      ……………………………………….

      I’m gonna visit my grandparents.

      I mean, I visit them secretly at least once a week, and every day I check on them with my super-senses and technology. But today I am going as ‘Hector’.

      It has been some time already, and they deserve to see me.

      “Can I go?” Shego surprises me by asking while I was walking up the stairs.

      “Ehhh…” I hesitate. This can complicate things. “The quick answer is yes, but…”

      “Yeah, I know… But I want to meet your grandparents, Hector.” She almost pouts

      Ugh, this is difficult… With a little effort, I can do this much. Some forgery, well-placed teleportation, alteration of recordings… My grandpa’s farm is isolated enough that hardly anyone would notice. With my interference, it would be impossible for this to be a clue to my identity.

      “It is… doable…” I say after some time “If you really want it…”

      “I do! C’mon, I want to meet them! Maybe hear some embarrassing stories of your childhood~” She reveals a sly smile.

      “...” Well, maybe this is a bad idea after all…

      “What are you two talking about?” At this moment, Helena appears “If it's anything freaky, I don’t want to know.”

      “Hector is gonna introduce me to his grandparents.” Shego exclaims before I can say anything

      “Oh… that is… a big step…” Helena comments, eyes wide “And I’m surprised that you would take the risk… of introducing someone as Shego to your family.” She finishes with a joking tone

      “Hey, bitch, get off my hair.”

      Helena laughs “Can I go too? I don’t want to miss that…”

      “?”

      Shego and I pause.

      “Do you want to go?” Shego narrows her eyes

      “Yes, is there a problem adding one more? I’m bored…”

      “Okay.” Shego agrees before I can say anything again “I mean, it would be nice to have someone else to talk to if things got awkward…”

      “...” Now is my turn to narrow my eyes at them. Something smells fishy… Why do I feel like I am being set up?

      “Is it okay, babe? Can we come?” Shego turns to me with a bright smile

      “...yeah…” I reply slowly, racking my brain in thinking of bad possibilities, but I can’t find anything. Maybe Shego is trying to set me up with Helena in some way.

      The highest probability is that Shego wants to get ahead of the “competition” in my “harem” and get to know my family. Being the first and all that. She surprisingly puts a lot of importance on those silly things.

      “Great!” She exclaims and kisses my lips “We are gonna make our bags.”

      “Hurry up, another body of mine will land in half an hour in Brazil, but we still have time because I will still go to the farm alone. I told my grandpa not get me this time.” I say, and the two move away

      …………………………..

      After some preparations, I was able to “smuggle” Shego and Helena with me.

      It was just teleporting together with them when I exchanged places with my other body. The taxi that is carrying us is fake; the driver is a robot. No one will see us till we are at the farm, and there will be no records of Shego and Helena travelling here.

      My grandparents will not care about those details, so it is all good.

      “So, when do you arrive?” Shego asks at my side in the backseat, Helena is sitting in the front after warning us not f#ck. This is not FakeTaxi, girl. I mean… it kinda is… but not in that way… unless we make it that way… “I feel like it has been forever since we were in the car.” Shego continues

      “The luxury of flight and teleport spoiled you, dear.” I tease “And we already arrived.”

      “What? Did we?” She looks outside the window. “No, we not.”

      “Not in the house… but we are already on the property.” I explain

      “What the f#ck! Since when?”

      “Since that big portal.”

      “That was like miles away!” Helena exclaims

      “Yes…” I nod calmly

      “So all of this…” Shego points around the plains

      “Yes.”

      “And the mountains?”

      “They are mounts, but yes. It is a tourism spot and a protected area because of some birds and other plants, by the way.”

      They look shocked.

      “I understand your confusion… Unknowingly underestimating farmers, huh? My grandparents have a lot of land… like a lot. Like… if liquidated… I don’t even know. But it would not be clear which side of my family would be richer.” I shrug “Not that my grandpa cares about profits at this point in his life.”

      “Wow, that much?” Shego asks while looking around

      “Land is one of the most valuable things in the world. Earth has a limited space, after all. And land tends to get more valuable as time passes and the population grows. Ask Blackrock why they own so many houses…” I say “But… hmm… if we colonize other planets, maybe land here on Earth would lose value because people would migrate… but then eventually it would get valuable again when it becomes our ‘Home Planet’, like a holy land… I will make sure to get a lot of land during this period.” I make a mental note to prepare for the shift in the market.

      It doesn’t take long for us to arrive in front of the modest big house where my grandparents live. They are waiting for me because I warned them that we are coming, and it is very easy to spot us on this empty road.

      I left the taxi, and the robot driver went to get the bags while I walked to my grandparents.

      Man… They got smaller… I mean, I got taller, but it feels the same. I have been helping with their health secretly, but I can’t help but feel their mortality while I pull them into a hug.

      “I missed you two.” I say. At some point, I need to stop keeping them the same age, but I’m not ready to do that yet.

      “Oh my baby… You have grown so much!” Grandma passes her hands through my face

      “And strong too.” Grandpa gave me some pats on my shoulder.

      We talked about nothing for some time, but then I noticed my grandma's eyes looking over my shoulder.

      “Eto, and who are those ladies?” Grandma looks at them, and then at me, and then at them again… She unabashedly looks at Shego and Helena up and down. I warned that I was bringing friends, but did not specify anything about them.

      Well, time to go into script… We are going with the story that Shego is a very close friend, leaving it implicit that she is my lover, and Helena is her friend and consequently mine too.

      Before I can say anything, Shego steps forward with a big smile and extends her hand.

      “Hii, Grandma.” She only recently discovered she can speak Portuguese because all my summons gain the ability to speak my native language, and because of my double nationality, it is both English and Portuguese. “A pleasure to meet you! I am Shego, Hector’s girlfriend.”

      “!!” I give Shego a look… So that is how you want to play, huh? You really want that prime spot as my “official”. I knew it… I’m gonna talk with her about the betrayal later.

      My grandparents show surprise, especially my grandma, who looks at Shego up and down again, probably calculating the age gap.

      “Hi, dear…” My grandma is too nice to say anything now, so she just shakes Shego’s hand.

      When my grandma's eyes move to Helena, she also steps forward to greet her. At least, I brought someone sane with me.

      “Oh, hi~” Helena smiles widely.

      In a split of a second, her eyes move to me… Time slows down, and I saw her grin turn to a smirk “hehe~”. I can almost see the moment the idea appeared in her mind…

      “...?”

      “I am Helena… Hector’s girlfriend, too.”

      “!!!!!” $#@%&*@& That was the biggest damage I took in my mental fortitude since I came to this world.

      Et tu, Helena? Betrayal never comes from your enemy…

      My grandma gasps loudly this time, not even she can keep a neutral face.

      My grandpa's eyebrows shoot above his receding hairline, and he looks between the ladies and me… before giving me a thumbs up.

      My grandma must have some sixth sense because she turned around fast, but grandpa is faster, retracting his hand and showing a frown on his face.

      “...” She stares at him for some seconds before slowly turning to me again

      “Hector……..” She starts slowly.

      “...” She is saying my name without shortening it…

      I close my eyes peacefully, feeling the sun and the wind hit my skin. Wow, the weather is nice today. I can’t help but smile slightly while feeling how the world is a good place… I could be in any place in the world right now…

      “Ahem You told me to get a girlfriend… it just that I am too good at that…” At least I am gonna earn what I will be accused of.

      Smack The greatest indefensible attack that I ever faced, hits me directly on the forehead.
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