Krakoa.
Inside the X-Men training arena.
Crack!
America Chavez threw a punch.
With that familiar sound of space shattering, a glowing blue pentagram portal blossomed open in front of her.
Compared to normal teleportation portals, America's star-shaped ones were always more vibrant and dramatic.
"America, excellent. You've already mastered your ability."
Beside her, Professor Charles Xavier nodded with visible satisfaction.
In just three and a half months, America had gone from "random accidental activation"
→ to being able to freely open portals at will.
A terrifying talent.
In fact, her training pace would completely crush countless mutants.
Many mutants trained for years—even decades—and still couldn't control their abilities.
Of course—
This was also thanks to Charles' guidance.
Before coming to Krakoa, America had made zero progress for over ten years.
"Professor, it's all thanks to you."
America couldn't hide her excitement and immediately bowed in gratitude.
"I couldn't have done this alone."
"No," Charles smiled gently. "I only provided a few small suggestions. It's your talent, America."
"Then… Professor—can I join the X-Men now!?"
She looked at him with sparkling eyes.
Ever since she came to Krakoa, she had learned the weight the X-Men carried here.
Becoming one of them meant something.
Charles chuckled.
"My dear child, I'm not the one who decides that. But personally—I think very highly of you."
"Then who decides? King Alex?"
A familiar voice answered before Charles could.
"Yes. What I say counts."
Alex walked in.
"Your Majesty!"
America's eyes lit up like fireworks. She ran over and pleaded:
"I've mastered my powers now! The Professor can vouch for me!
Can I join the X-Men!?"
"Well, while I do have the final say… I rarely interfere in that sort of decision."
Alex grinned.
America's smile froze.
So… you're teasing me!?
"America, joining the X-Men isn't a small matter. You still don't fully understand what it implies.
My advice—think calmly first."
"But," Alex added with a smile, "just like Charles, I think you have great potential."
America instantly ignored everything except that last sentence—
Her eyes shone with pride.
Charles patted her shoulder.
"Alright, America. You no longer need my guidance. Alex and I have business to discuss."
The two men left the training hall and walked along the serene lakeside, discussing Krakoa's affairs.
Although Alex was the King, Charles and Erik handled almost all administrative matters.
Every so often, Charles would brief Alex.
"Alex, are you sure you don't want to join the Illuminati?
They've asked me several times now."
"Your presence is enough, Charles."
Alex refused without hesitation.
He wasn't about to shackle himself to another political organization—especially one that only dealt with catastrophes.
"And they'll respect my decision."
Charles shrugged.
"It's just as I expected."
He continued casually:
"By the way, Reed's wedding is soon. You're on the guest list."
Reed Richards—Mister Fantastic.
Alex barely knew the man.
He had zero desire to attend.
"Ororo just returned. Alex, excuse me for a moment."
Charles sensed her presence and left.
Alex stayed by the quiet lake, enjoying the scenery.
Then—
SWISH!
Two golden rectangular portals suddenly opened in the air.
Huh?
Alex instantly focused.
This type of portal… looked very familiar.
SWISH SWISH SWISH!
Five uniformed agents rushed out, holding baton-like weapons.
Alex only needed a glance—
Time Variance Authority.
TVA.
Well shit, Alex thought.
The TVA actually came here?
"Variant confirmed!"
A Black female agent glanced at her device, which displayed Alex's photo.
Then she pronounced his sentence with cold indifference.
"On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, you are under arrest for violating the Sacred Timeline."
"Hands up!"
Click—click—
All five agents activated their batons.
Golden light crackled at the tips.
Alex was very familiar with these weapons.
They could "prune" people—erase them—or alter their personal time flow.
In the Loki show, the same Black female agent slowed Loki's time with one tap and captured him instantly.
But to Alex…?
That thing was a toy.
"Last chance, Variant. Comply!"
She barked sternly.
"Comply?"
Alex smirked.
He didn't answer.
He simply flicked his hand.
THUMP!
A wave of telekinesis blasted out.
The Black agent was slammed backward as if hit by a truck, rolling across the ground—
CRACK!
Her ribs snapped audibly.
Blood spurted from her mouth.
"What—!?"
"How!?"
"He still has his powers!? That's impossible!"
The TVA agents nearly popped their eyes out of their skulls.
In every universe, anyone touched by TVA tech lost their abilities.
It was supposed to be absolute.
But Alex—
Alex wasn't affected at all.
He stood there, calm and amused.
And to the TVA—
It was a nightmare.
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