Volume 5: The Young Wolf Seeks Home Chapter 32 What are you still standing there for, silly child? Call me mom
"The second batch of Isu blueprints unlocked did not include 'Time Stasis Chamber' or 'Photon Computer'. It seems that these knowledge, which are regarded as the highest knowledge of Isu civilization, will have to wait until the next talent upgrade."
Mason was a little disappointed as he walked out of the Attilan Palace, rubbing his waist.
He was walking in the highest area of the Inhuman city, which was dominated by black buildings and looked very solemn and majestic, but he had no intention of looking around at the city that had escaped the disaster.
At this moment, Mason's attention was focused on the new drawings that were constantly being examined on the translucent character card in front of him, as well as his currently updated personal information:
Name: Mason Cooper
Race: Standard humanoid, human subspecies, Isu hybrid (bloodline concentration 9.94%)
[Forger I] talent is replaced by [Forger II]: The quality rate of all manufacturing branches is greatly improved, and the effect of manufactured items is improved after 0/50000.
The talent of [Isu Heritage I] is replaced by [Isu Heritage II]: exclusive weapons, armor, and auxiliary scientific research and manufacturing drawings of the Isu civilization are unlocked, the final drawings are unlocked after the "Forger" talent is upgraded, and high-level permissions for the facilities left over from the Isu civilization are obtained.
"How come the concentration of Isu blood increased so much all of a sudden?"
Mason rubbed his slightly hot forehead. He looked at his Isu bloodline which was close to 10% concentration. At the same time, he spread out his eagle eye senses and captured all kinds of detailed information in the entire Inhuman Palace in an instant.
Previously, the 360-degree perception without blind spots had also been upgraded. Although this was not a bad thing, the various details that flooded into Mason's mind in an instant still made it a little difficult for Mason to adapt.
At that moment, I even felt like my brain was shutting down.
"You have to slowly train your senses to adapt to the real world as seen by the Isu."
Consus's figure was projected next to Mason, and he reminded:
"For us, the world is completely different from the 'truth' seen by mortals. You can now perceive the dynamic changes of the three-dimensional world.
However, this is only an extension at the basic level.
When your Isu bloodline completes the third awakening, you will be able to sense the flow of time. If you fail to lay a good foundation at this stage, my brother, then you will go crazy when your Isu senses are fully opened. "
"It sounds dangerous."
Mason complained:
"So why on earth did you evolve into such an extreme form?
No wonder you couldn’t survive the first wave of cosmic tremors 70,000 years ago. With such a keen sense, the aftershocks of the profound changes in the universe are enough to destroy your sanity.”
"Our evolutionary goal has always been to break away from the fragile flesh and blood and complete the advancement of spirit and soul, in the hope of escaping the boring third dimension and entering a higher dimension."
Consus smiled bitterly and said:
“We were proud of it.
But now it seems that this may not really be considered a successful evolution. But I am more curious at this moment, in your dream conversation with Hephaestus just now, what kind of secret did he give you?"
"Not much. Mostly the trivialities of Hephaestus' life and the overly stimulating private life between him and his charming wife. Frankly, I feel I wasted my time."
Mason curled his lips, and as he approached the Inhuman Palace, he pushed his hat on his forehead and said:
"But it's not all in vain. I saw Hephaestus and Athena's initial design for the Aurora device. Consus, I have to tell you a shocking truth.
The Aurora device used by the Isu world was only a "semi-finished product". When the Isu civilization became extinct 70,000 years ago , they had not actually completed the subsequent upgrades to the Aurora device.
To put it simply, only the defense module was installed, but the design of the offensive module was not completed."
The captain stretched his neck and said:
"That thing was originally designed as a 'dimensional weapon', used to disrupt or suppress dimensional vibrations near a planet in an instant. I'll be busy later.
After the two worlds have made contact, I have to go back to the New York Grand Temple to take a closer look at its actual structure, but unfortunately, with my current engineering attainments, I am unable to help them complete this unfinished blueprint. "
"It's not important, my brother."
After Consus had listened to Mason's explanation in detail, he said:
“In the current situation, we should pursue a more stable approach. Perhaps you can upgrade it into a tool that helps you achieve your ideals.
For example...planet fusion?"
"That's exactly what I thought."
Mason chuckled and answered as he browsed through the newly unlocked mysterious drawings:
“After learning that the Aurora device still has redundant space for secondary transformation, I had the same idea as you, but let’s talk about this after we leave here.
It took a lot of thinking to complete this design.
This is not something I can accomplish alone.
But I am very curious, Consus, do the 'mythical weapons' specially made by the Isu forgers for the tribe's warriors really need the blessing of Isu blood to exert their true power? "
He looked at the engineering blueprint in front of him that described how to make the legendary bow "Crescent/Dawn", stroking his chin and asked:
"How can I remove this stupid bloodline restriction? It would be a shame not to use such a good energy weapon to equip my team members."
"You only need a high-level inscription of [Bloodline Adaptation] to unlock the use of mythical weapons."
Consus gave an unequivocal answer, but he also warned:
"However, my brother, the forgers did not set this restriction just to show the glory of the so-called Isu gods, but because our special weapons all involve the delicate manipulation of energy.
Only the Isu people's super senses and energy control can master it, so it is not impossible for other races to use it.
But you have to make sure they have enough skills first so they don’t hurt themselves…”
"That's not a problem."
Mason looked at the dazzling array of fully unlocked mythical weapons, armors, and high-level Isu inscriptions in front of him. He felt itchy at the moment. His craftsman instinct was stirring, but it was quickly suppressed.
There are more important things at the moment.
At the moment when Consus's data projection dissipated, Mason took a deep breath, tidied his appearance, and then stepped into the hall in front of him under the gaze of several fully armed and indifferent Inhuman warriors.
This was supposed to be the place where the alien courtiers and their king discussed racial issues.
But it was very quiet at this moment. Except for the King of Aliens sitting firmly on the high throne in front of him and the mysterious man behind him, the entire hall was empty and there was no one else.
And on the seats below, there are nameplates, just like strange tombstones recording the life of the owner of the seat.
Mason used his newly unlocked super senses to check and found that the time of death of the court officials here was surprisingly consistent, all on the night of the world nuclear war seventeen years ago.
Even including Black Bolt's sister Crystal Princess and his wife Queen Medusa.
These powerful and noble Inhuman royals all died in the defensive battle to protect Attilan. This truth highlights the silence of the hall and the loneliness of the old man in black on the throne.
Attilan did not actually escape the apocalypse.
The survival of this city was based on the casualties of the high-level Inhuman bloodlines.
"Come forward, Mason Cooper."
Black Bolt could not speak, so after he made a gesture, the mysterious man in a white cloak behind him spoke for the silent and lonely old king:
"As a distinguished guest of Attilan, you don't have to worry about being hurt."
"I never worry about that."
Mason walked forward like a courtier meeting the king, and said in a gentle voice:
"I am just surprised that there is still one member of the Illuminati left in this world. Based on the various information I have received from the outside world, I have concluded that the once powerful and mysterious organization has been destroyed in the doomsday night."
Black Bolt shook his head. His old, wrinkled and tired face was unclear. The person behind him, who was his "mouthpiece", began to explain:
“The person in front of you is not the only one who survived, but the truth has long been buried in the past, and this is not the issue we are going to discuss today.
The problem we should focus on is you... Mason, or, subject 'Maia'."
The name made Mason stop where he was and look up again.
As he watched, Black Bolt slowly stood up, made a farewell gesture with a book beside him, turned and walked into the passage behind the throne.
At this moment, the hall was closed from the outside by the guards. In the moment of dim light, bright lights lit up around, and the mysterious man who served as Black Bolt's mouthpiece also stepped down from the throne.
Under Mason's gaze, she pulled open her hood, revealing a beautiful, seductive, charming, extremely proud and young face.
She also has waist-length blonde hair.
Mason recognized her immediately.
It's not just the face, but also the highly recognizable battle suit she wears under the white robe.
"The White Queen?"
The captain said in a surprised tone:
"Why are you still here? I heard that during the great shift seventeen years ago, you left the world along with the mutants who escaped the disaster."
"The one who left this world was just a clone, just like you."
The White Queen Emma Grace Frost, once a powerful lady in the mutant world, stood three meters away from Mason, folded her arms, and looked him up and down with a critical look.
It is like a creator examining his creation in a harsh way.
After a moment, the beautiful lady who had survived the apocalypse and was still young explained:
"The real me was seriously injured in the nuclear war, the Hellfire Club was destroyed, my ex-husband Namor and my love Scott both left me.
It was Black Bolt who saved me and brought me back to Attilan after the apocalypse that left us all without a single thing.
Both he and I lost our tribe members and loved ones. Two lonely and devastated hearts finally banded together for warmth and have survived until now.
You can call me Emma.
Or Her Majesty the Queen."
"Okay, Emma."
Mason nodded and asked:
"You told Barbara that you knew the truth about the Weapon X program?"
"Not only do I know the truth, I even know your specific background."
The White Queen looked at Mason with a complicated look. She was silent for a few seconds and said:
"You're a clone, you don't have real parents."
"That doesn't surprise me at all."
Mason shrugged. This result was what he expected.
But then Emma interrupted him and said seriously:
"But your paternal genes come from other mutants, and your maternal genes... come from me. Your unique appearance is the result of gene editing. To be precise, the maternal genes of the experimental clones in the same batch as you all come from me.
That is not mandatory.
Instead, the professor convinced me to take the initiative to participate, because only my gene fragments that had undergone secondary mutation were strong enough to carry the experimental changes they made in them.
When you just left the nursery, I personally carried you to the base.
I have no children in my life.
So technically, you are my son."
"That's not how ethical relationships work, Emma."
Mason didn't care about it. He looked at the White Queen in front of him and said:
"I don't see any 'motherly' feelings in your eyes either. You seem very satisfied, but that is just an acknowledgement of the excellence of the test subject by the experimenter.
So, my suggestion is that we should stop playing this kind of "mother-child reunion" and having fun!
Tell me, what do you want to do?"
"You're a little excited, kid."
Emma whispered:
"Maybe we should talk about this another time."
“I’m calm!”
Mason's voice turned cold.
As he retreated, he took out Lao Wan's helmet at the reminder of his hat, and put on the helmet that could block all mental detection amid Emma's astonishment and a little fear.
He said:
"Don't read my mind! You...you! Wait...what are you doing? What's going on!?"
When Mason put on Old Man's helmet and isolated the White Queen's telepathy, which was second only to Professor X, from her body, the special effect of being able to see through all mental illusions was also activated.
The special energy on the beautiful White Queen in front of him that could interfere with other people's consciousness was invalidated in his eyes, allowing Mason to see the real White Queen.
She doesn’t have an extremely charming figure, an ageless face, or the elegance of waist-length hair.
What appeared before him was an old and frail old woman.
She must have been seriously injured in the nuclear war, causing her hair to fall out, her body to be hunched and slightly deformed, and her face, which was flashing with fear, was covered with age spots and some burn scars that could not heal.
There were even complex devices around her neck and chest to support her life.
"No! Don't look!"
Emma covered her face in pain, but Mason already knew all the truth.
He bit his lip and whispered:
"It's not that you don't want to leave, it's that you can't leave... So, you've been waiting here for our possible return, right? Emma.
You know, you could have said these truths in a less offensive tone.”
He stepped forward and took out a potion from his bag.
But this kind of injury that has lasted for seventeen years cannot be cured by a bottle of potion. Attilan’s technological level is not low. The fact that Emma still needs a life support system to support her body means that her injuries are already serious.
"I just want to keep a little dignity in front of my children. That's all I have."
The White Queen refused Mason's potion, pulled her hood up again to cover her face, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Mason Cooper, I admit that the relationship between you and me is not a conventional one. You are right. We lack the necessary emotions to connect with each other.
But what I want to tell you is that there is a traitor in the Illuminati, and the Weapon X project is a trap, a dead end that the traitor deliberately arranged for us.
Through that project, they collected the known genetics of every X-Men and every mutant.
That project is still running today.
You want to know the truth about nuclear war?"
Emma smiled weakly and said:
“That was all to cover up this project which is still running today!
In New Babylon.
Every month, clones like you are born and sent out into the world to join a dark army and conquer cities for them.
This is my last wish, my boy, Mason.
You have to destroy it!
That was a 17-year mistake, and it needs to be corrected.”
