You just calmed him down?" Bruce Banner still looked at Charles expectantly. "Then can you teach me how to calm him down?"
"Of course, but he won't disappear. You have to learn to accept him," Charles smiled and nodded. "Only when you completely stop rejecting him can you truly coexist with him…"
"But he's a monster! How can I coexist with him?" Bruce Banner seemed to recall a fragmented memory, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.
"I can feel that he is also a part of you. You are inherently one, it's just that he has only recently awakened," Charles shook his head seriously, looking directly into Bruce Banner's eyes. "If you want to communicate with him, you must first give him a name."
"Hulk!" Bruce Banner blurted out a name, making Charles smile.
"See? I told you that you two can communicate," Charles looked at Bruce Banner with a kind smile. "Relax your mind. For now, you can stay here…"
"But Betty…" Bruce Banner thought of his girlfriend and felt a little uneasy.
"If you rush to her now, that's when you're most likely to bring her trouble," Charles shook his head. "Only when you can completely control your strength can you minimize trouble for her, and this place is precisely where we teach people how to control their strength."
"What is this place?" Bruce Banner fell silent for a moment, looking directly into Charles's eyes. "Will you study me too?"
"Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, or you can call us the Mutant Academy," Charles shook his head seriously. "We won't study you, because we are all people who are similarly lost and searching for our path."
"I'm a mutant?" Bruce Banner looked at Charles in disbelief for a moment, then he thought of some research about mutants.
As a man with seven doctorates, coupled with his own abnormality, Bruce Banner's knowledge of biology was not low, and when it came to biological variations, mutants were clearly an unavoidable topic.
"I'm afraid, although the news reports define you as a mutant, and I really wish you were a mutant, you are not…" Charles shook his head regretfully. "Moreover, you are stronger than most mutants, both in terms of displayed power and potential."
"When you mutants use your abilities, do you also lose consciousness and get replaced by another consciousness?" Bruce Banner asked with some concern.
Bruce Banner's words made Charles fall silent for a moment. Most mutants would not experience a situation like Bruce Banner and the Hulk, but at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, there was one individual whose situation was very similar to Bruce Banner's.
Jean Grey, the Phoenix!
This was an entity even more terrifying than the Hulk when out of control. If the Hulk's destruction when out of control was on the physical plane, then the Phoenix's destruction was on both the physical and mental planes!
"Only a very small number of mutants, due to their inability to control their own power, will experience similar situations," Professor Charles, having regained his composure, had no intention of lying. "I cannot tell you who she is, but she has already, for the most part, been able to stably control her other self…"
"In that case, I also have hope!" Bruce Banner seemed encouraged, his heart instantly filled with fighting spirit. "If others can do it, there's no reason I can't!"
Charles nodded. Although he spoke the truth, he didn't reveal everything. The Phoenix Force within Jean Grey was sealed by Charles, who created a psychic cage when the Phoenix Force was still weak.
And at this point, the Hulk could no longer be forcibly sealed.
Even though the Hulk had only recently awakened, he had faced too much malice, which made the angry Hulk wary of everything in the world, except Betty Ross.
Even Charles, when he encountered the Hulk, had to expend a great deal of effort to barely soothe the Hulk and get him into a resting state.
"Alright, Mr. Bruce, please rest well. If you need anything, you can tell us. Of course, you can also walk around the academy. I imagine, with your knowledge, you can also teach the children some unique knowledge."
Charles controlled his wheelchair and left the room, leaving Bruce Banner alone in the room, formally contemplating the relationship between himself and the Hulk.
"Professor, since he isn't a mutant, why did you go to so much trouble to bring him here?" Cyclops Scott asked Charles, somewhat puzzled.
"In the eyes of humans, what is the difference between him and us?" Charles shook his head. "Even if he doesn't have the X-gene in his body, with this degree of mutation, in people's eyes, he is a mutant!"
"But his threat is too great!" Cyclops Scott frowned. He had seen footage of the Hulk fighting the U.S. military. This destructive power posed a great threat to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters as well.
"In the eyes of ordinary people, isn't our threat also great?" Charles smiled. "Besides, the confusion in his heart right now, how is it any different from what we experienced then?"
Under Charles's explanation, Cyclops Scott, though still somewhat puzzled, said nothing more. And Charles's reason for bringing Bruce Banner here was not entirely to help Bruce Banner.
More importantly, Charles wanted to prove to the human government the value of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. A monster that the U.S. military couldn't subdue and that could become a potential threat at any time could be kept stable and non-destructive at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
Whether it was mutants doing evil or non-mutants doing evil, Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters could help the human government solve it. Therefore, shouldn't the human government consider changing humanity's attitude towards mutants?
Of course, Charles's chess game was not just this one move. The Hulk's destructive power, if not displayed for a long time, would still be forgotten by humans. The militant faction among mutants could not be without a leader indefinitely.
"Raven should also be unable to resist making a move, right? After all, humanity has already started sending new signals, trying to test our mutant bottom line," Charles's gaze shifted slightly, then he slowly closed his eyes.
In a plastic prison, a prison guard's eyes suddenly became dazed, then he looked at Magneto, who was resting with his eyes closed.
Magneto seemed to sense something, opened his eyes, and smiled at the prison guard. He knew that the day of his release was fast approaching.