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Chapter 248: Are You Really Not a Mutant?
🕑 Added 2025-07-18 04:38:35 +0000 UTCWhether the owl would have arrived or not, Noah couldn’t say. But he did feel that if owls continued to be the only way information was passed, many young witches and wizards with magical potential might have slowly faded into the world of ordinary people simply because they didn’t have a windowsill.
Some of them might have even repressed their magical powers, falling into silence. The existence of “silence” was no joke. Although Noah hadn’t experienced it personally, he had seen enough reports in the newspapers to know how dangerous it could be.
Looking back at his own past, Noah was relieved to realize that he never suppressed his powers. Despite the discomfort that came with them, he never made the foolish choice to hide them. Even better, his system had appeared later on, offering him further guidance.
"It seems that fate didn’t want me to be lost in the crowd, or for me to give up entirely," Noah mused with a sigh, before returning to his daily routine.
His days were filled with a mixture of tasks, although they weren’t overwhelming. In addition to regularly reporting to Kamar-Taj, Noah also spent a considerable amount of time in his laboratory. The experiments and magic research were time-consuming, even with all the knowledge he had gained.
But when it came to his personal issues, Noah’s cautious nature took over. He was determined to avoid any accidents.
Even Ancient One, a firm believer in patience and precision, supported this mindset.
One day, when Ancient One visited the temple in London, she was greeted by Ms. Heifen, who led her to Noah’s laboratory. Upon seeing the dragon corpses scattered across the room, she was initially taken aback.
"So, this is what you’ve been doing? I can understand. It’s good that you’re being careful," Ancient One commented after Noah explained his work. "But why the obsession with transformation magic?"
Noah sighed deeply. "Last time, my physical fitness evolved to a strange level. My body is too strong now, and regular exercise seems to have little effect, so I need to find other ways to improve it."
Though it had benefits, Noah’s enhanced physical condition had also caused him many problems. Hesitant to share his deeper thoughts, Noah eventually opened up about his current idea.
"I want to transform into a mythical creature, then use the power generated by that transformation to strengthen my body," Noah explained.
Ancient One raised an eyebrow, immediately understanding his plan. "Yes, that’s a difficult task, and I’m not sure if there’s a surefire way to succeed. But I can see why you want to try."
Noah nodded, a bit defeated. "I just feel I’d regret it if I didn’t at least try."
Ancient One thought for a moment, then said, "Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I could have taken you to Asgard to meet an old friend of mine. Maybe he can help you solve this problem."
Noah was taken aback by the suggestion.
"Now that you’ve gone this far in your studies, continue working at it. Perhaps you’ll find a solution and help magicians gain even more power."
Noah reflected on Ancient One’s words. He realized that sometimes, it was better to voice your thoughts directly. If you kept them to yourself, you might miss out on help, or even worse, end up making things more difficult for yourself.
"Do your best, Noah. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out." Ancient One gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before walking off to peruse his research notes.
"I understand, Teacher. I’ll keep at it," Noah muttered under his breath, half-grinning as he stared at her retreating form. What else could he do?
During their conversation, Noah also mentioned his desire to train or recruit a group of apprentices. Ancient One was open to the idea, but she had one important condition.
She knew Noah was thinking of using meditation to train those magicians who were born as ordinary people. Ancient One had already been with Noah long enough to understand him, and she knew how dangerous this idea could be.
If traditional magicians learned of his plan, it could cause major trouble for him. However, Ancient One wasn’t a conventional magician. Her views were much more progressive, and she believed that having more magicians on Earth would be beneficial, especially with the potential calamities that may arise in the future.
"I don’t mind, but there is one condition," she said firmly. "You must keep this secret. Don’t be too obvious. Don’t let anyone else find out—especially Dumbledore and the others."
"I understand, Teacher. Don’t worry, I’m not foolish," Noah assured her.
Noah trusted only a few people with this secret, and he knew they would never betray him. They were all in the same boat, and if something went wrong for Noah, it wouldn’t be easy for them either.
After spending some time with Noah and reviewing his research, Ancient One left the temple. Traveling to the London Temple was nothing for her—she could arrive in the blink of an eye.
With Ancient One’s advice, Noah gained a lot of clarity. As one of the strongest and most experienced mages in the world, her perspective was invaluable.
Noah was particularly struck by some loopholes he’d missed in his research. While others might have easily spotted them, he’d become so engrossed in the project that he hadn’t noticed.
"How could I have missed this?" he muttered, rubbing his head in frustration.
But it wasn’t a major issue. It was just a minor detail, and Noah would make sure to pay more attention in the future.
Magic research was a slow and methodical process, but time passed quickly when Noah wasn’t looking. Before he knew it, he and Charles had completed the first stage of their experiment.
The first stage was complete: Charles had finished his physical examination report on Noah.
The results were eye-opening. According to Charles, Noah’s body was so extraordinary that he wasn’t even human—he was a mutant.
"Your body has about ten times the self-healing ability of Logan, not to mention this remarkable recovery power and durability. You don’t need to worry about getting tired. Honestly, are you sure you’re not a mutant?"
Noah shrugged. "About ten years ago, an owl stood outside my window with a letter, and I didn’t know I could be a magician, let alone a mutant, right?"
His physical condition had certainly improved beyond what he’d imagined. But there was something Noah was certain of: his body was still evolving. Just recently, his body had evolved again and reached the fourth stage.
He didn’t know why it happened, but it did.
Charles, still fascinated by the results, asked, "Is that so? To be honest, if I weren’t concerned about how you’d interpret it, I’d want to check for the X-gene."
Noah raised an eyebrow. "Can’t you sense it with your mental power?"
He opened a portal to the temple, and as they passed through, Noah said, "I’m not a mutant, Charles."
Charles laughed. "Of course not! But I’d love to see those dragons you’ve been researching."
Once inside the temple, Noah noticed that the hall was filled with members of the Mage Alliance. They were reading quietly, and despite seeing Noah enter, they merely nodded and returned to their books.
Noah’s commitment to keeping the temple a quiet place had been well understood by everyone. They knew he was busy, and they respected his space.
In return, Noah would take the time to chat with them, answering questions and offering guidance whenever possible. He would never turn them away.
