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Chapter 195: The Mutant Who Cheated
🕑 Added 2025-06-19 15:20:26 +0000 UTCThe American Ministry of Magic actually sent the angels back home?
What the hell is going on?
There’s a saying in this chaotic land called America: the Bible forged the American spirit—it is the nation’s inexhaustible spiritual wealth and the source of its strength.
Even the President takes the oath of office with one hand on the Bible and the other hand raised.
You can imagine how influential this thing is.
But now you're telling me that our American Ministry of Magic—well, technically, the Magical Congress—investigated the Lord's servants, and then joined forces with the Sorcerer Supreme to drive them away? Because they overstepped?
What is going on?
It took Nick Fury a long time to finally speak:
“How is this possible?”
“How is it not possible?”
Noah crossed his legs and glanced at Fury.
“You ordinary people think they’re saviors. But we magicians? We don’t see it that way. Whether it’s angels or demons, even those so-called gods that have statues built for them—they’re all just beings who rely on faith to sustain their power. From our perspective, they’re parasites.”
“Parasites? You mean faith?”
“Exactly. If you’re familiar with the Olympian pantheon, you’ll begin to understand.”
“What about Asgard? They seem like gods too.”
“Them? They don’t need faith. They’re just a bunch of warmongers. Though it seems they’ve stopped expanding their territory lately.”
In truth, Asgard ceased expansion mostly because Odin, their king, could no longer fight.
Noah had never quite figured out how a god like Odin could grow old and become so weak.
After some thought, Noah assumed it must be the consequence of centuries of battle, hidden injuries accumulated over time.
But even then, such wounds shouldn’t be fatal to a being who once ruled as a cosmic overlord.
The only remaining explanation was that Odin had grown weary of life and was ready to rest in the realm of death.
Noah couldn’t understand that kind of thinking. A being once standing at the top of the universe… suddenly reduced to a feeble old man. Who could accept that?
Then there's Thor—a guy who practically treats himself as an extension of his hammer. Without it, he’s lost.
Odin probably wanted to use that as a lesson—to force Thor to realize his true power. The same power that nearly killed Thanos in a single strike with Stormbreaker.
Honestly, if Thor had just gone for Thanos’ head, none of that trouble would’ve happened.
Fury was silent for a while, then muttered:
“I’m realizing how unfamiliar I am with Earth… really unfamiliar.”
“You’re unfamiliar with what’s hidden, but I doubt you’re ignorant of the public stuff. Speaking of which, can you tell me about the mutants and your connection to them? I’m curious.”
Noah genuinely was curious. Especially about mutants.
To be honest, Noah always felt that the degree of “cheating” with mutants was off the charts—especially because of how different timelines produce different outcomes.
Deadpool alone is enough to cause a migraine. The guy’s in a constant loop of alive, dead, alive again.
Of course, excluding that chatterbox, the mutant timeline becomes a bit more comprehensible when laid out properly.
From the initial battle in the 1960s to the time-twisting plot of Days of Future Past, it all pivots on one key moment: if Mystique kills Bolivar Trask—under Wolverine’s guidance—everything spirals back to square one.
Then you have the X-Men trilogy, the Wolverine films, leading up to Days of Future Past once more.
No matter how you look at it, the mutant saga is a mess—an endless loop of tragedy. Whatever they do, it all circles back.
Of course, if Mystique doesn’t kill Trask, things still get worse.
Then comes Apocalypse, waking up and getting beat down. Then in some 1990s timeline, the Dark Phoenix incident erupts. Then... yep, another Days of Future Past scenario.
Again.
If she didn’t kill him, then maybe she should’ve? Or maybe not? It’s a mess.
Eventually, Wolverine, now back in the future, faces the final showdown in Logan. After that, most of the original X-Men are dead, and the new generation of mutants? Basically, lab-grown. Mutants fade from history.
“To put it bluntly,” Noah said, stroking his chin, “it’s the story of a leader—powerful and kind like an angel—who follows another powerful but more extreme leader in the hope of helping mutantkind survive… only for everyone to die in the end.”
In Noah’s opinion, leadership mattered most.
Back when he ran with the Yakuza, even a dumb leader could lead a bunch of brutes to victory.
Conversely, a smart and powerful leader could guide even fools and still carve out new territory.
To Noah, Professor Charles Xavier had a few screws loose. He never realized the disasters his ideals could bring to his own people.
Take Wolverine, for instance. After failing to reverse the future, he became demented and broken. A pitiful end.
And most tragically—it was their own fault.
Honestly, Noah didn’t even think ordinary humans were wrong.
In order to survive and evolve, humans will inevitably reject unstable and threatening anomalies.
Sure, mutants are powerful—but they don’t make people feel like equals. That breeds fear and alienation.
Humans aren’t dumb. Why tolerate unpredictable elements in their society? Mutants can’t fully blend in, and with a questionable leader like Xavier, their doom was sealed.
“Either be like Iron Man, Hulk, and the Avengers—heroes with ties to world leaders and the people—or disappear completely like the Ministry of Magic. Why stay so aloof and separated?”
Noah honestly felt bad for the mutants. He nearly cried during Logan.
Looking back, it all seemed inevitable. He had to admit—Professor X was a top-tier mutant, a first-rate intellectual, but only a second-rate leader.
“Mutants? Who knows what they're thinking,” Fury scoffed. “They all hide in New York—some in schools, others stirring up trouble. Mysterious types… just like you people.”
“Us? Please,” Noah rolled his eyes.
“Without us, do you think the world would’ve survived this long? Magicians are secretive, yes—but we don’t interfere in ordinary lives. Still, did you know that a high-level magician could sink an entire country on their own?”
“Isn’t that a bit dramatic?” Fury asked skeptically.
“You remember the mirror dimension I showed you? For those with strong spatial magic, it’s not hard to twist reality. I can reverse everything inside the mirror world. Now imagine someone who could do that to the real world—turn an entire continent upside down.”
“Damn it! Why do you dangerous people even exist?”
“Because without us, alien civilizations would have long since invaded. And who do you think made the rules to not interfere? The Ministry of Magic, Kamar-Taj, and various magical organizations all agreed—magicians must not meddle in ordinary lives.”
“Then what are you doing now?”
“Protecting Earth, obviously. And once everything’s resolved, you’ll forget this conversation.”
Fury shuddered. Did he have to say it so casually? He wanted answers, but not at the cost of his memory!
That said, he was starting to believe Noah. Especially after recalling the aliens, and that terrifying mirror space Noah had demonstrated.
Alien tech was scary—but if they really could enter Earth at will, Earth would’ve been doomed ages ago.
And these magicians? Terrifying. But… at least they weren’t reckless.
Fury remembered Noah mentioning the Ministry of Magic, Kamar-Taj, and other organizations. It sounded like there were systems in place to manage these sorcerers.
So, terrifying as they were, they were still human. Maybe that meant humanity wasn’t doomed after all?
Suddenly, Fury narrowed his eyes.
“Your accent… you're British, right? Do you know a magician named Merlin?”
“Took you long enough.” Noah cracked his neck.
“Yeah, there was a Merlin. Ancient history, not surprising.”
“Then do you have ties to the royal family?”
“How should I know? All I know is, plenty of high-ranking people in your world know we exist. But due to spells or contracts, they can’t speak about it. Nothing unusual.”
“You’re serious? There’s really a connection?”
“Idiot. Magicians are people too. Many of us live among regular folk. I used to live in Westminster. I have an official ID. What do you expect?”
Fury fell silent.
The connections between magicians and the regular world ran deeper than he thought.
He may not be a high-ranking official, but he had pull in S.H.I.E.L.D.
Maybe… just maybe… if disaster struck again, he could reach out to these magicians.
Or at least, convince them not to erase his memory next time.
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