Homelander: New Legacy

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Compared to Charles, Erik's perspective remained as extreme as ever.

In any universe, Erik's mutant supremacist ideology never truly changed, likely shaped by his traumatic childhood experiences. Even in worlds where Magneto seemed more restrained, the lingering thought of eradicating humanity always simmered beneath the surface.

Charles, on the other hand, consistently believed in peaceful coexistence between mutants and humans. Even now, he maintained that those who wanted to destroy or oppress mutants represented only a fraction of humanity.

This belief was bolstered by the many humans who risked their lives to help mutants, often facing persecution by their own governments for doing so.

Speaking about his old friend, Charles couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Among the original X-Men, only a few remained alive. The rest had either passed away or left, including many of Charles' students.

The second generation of X-Men wasn't much better off—apart from Storm, Nightcrawler, and Logan, few remained active.

Even the newer generation had suffered heavy losses, leaving Charles to tolerate Erik's presence, despite their ideological clashes, and allow him to stay at the school.

Switching topics, Charles turned to Roger and said, "Let's not talk about him anymore. You likely have your own tasks to attend to today, don't you?"

"You know?" Roger asked, surprised.

"Apologies, I 'overheard' your friend's thoughts," Charles said apologetically.

By "friend," Charles meant Tony Stark. Unfamiliar with how mutant powers worked, Tony's mind was an open book to Charles, who could easily pick up his thoughts without much effort.

Roger found this intrusion somewhat impolite, but more pressing matters were at hand. He replied to Charles' earlier question:

"Yes, I plan to acquire the Sentinel production data."

"Then go ahead," Charles encouraged.

"You're not going to stop me?"

Roger raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Why should I stop you?" Charles countered. "If you've made this decision, it means you're committed to protecting both worlds. Sentinels, regardless of what they've done, are merely tools in human hands. If a tool can be used to protect the world, what's wrong with that?"

Charles spoke with a calm yet profound tone.

Looking at Charles' warm expression, Roger couldn't shake the feeling that Charles would support him no matter what he chose to do—as if Charles had unwavering faith in him.

Roger wasn't sure where this impression came from, but Charles' support gave him some much-needed relief.

"I may not be a perfect protector," Roger admitted, "but I will ensure the safety of both worlds, and yours as well. It's my responsibility."

"Then go for it," Charles encouraged with a smile, wheeling himself away from Roger's room.

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Not long after Charles left, Tony appeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame.

"That bald professor's ability is quite the headache," Tony remarked. "Looks like I'll need a device to block psychic intrusion."

"Oh? How long have you been eavesdropping?" Roger asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Since that helmeted old man came to see you," Tony replied nonchalantly.

"...So, from the very beginning?" Roger said, exasperated.

Since their rooms were adjacent, Roger hadn't paid much attention to Tony's movements. He hadn't expected Tony to have been eavesdropping the whole time.

Shrugging, Tony explained, "Couldn't help it. Your voices were loud, and... that helmeted guy thinking you're Andrea really piqued my curiosity."

"And what exactly are you curious about? Don't tell me you agree with Erik—that I might actually be Andrea?" Roger asked, chuckling.

Tony's silence and serious expression wiped the smile off Roger's face. "...You don't actually think that, do you?" Roger asked, stunned.

After studying Roger for a moment, Tony finally said, "Maybe I'm overthinking it. Go do your thing—I'm going to have a chat with that bald professor."

With that, Tony closed the door behind him, leaving Roger to wonder what he was up to.

Roger decided against using his X-ray vision to spy on him. He had more pressing matters to attend to—like acquiring the Sentinel data for Tony.

With Blink's help, Roger exited the secluded space and headed straight for the Sentinel production facility he had located. If Sentinels were to be repurposed as protectors of both worlds, there was no point in hesitating.

The factory's location was easy to pinpoint—simply trace the direction from which Sentinel robots were dispatched. While this factory was just one of many scattered worldwide to combat mutants, the primary hub was in the U.S., at a location Roger was all too familiar with:

Stryker's mutant research base.

Or rather, General Stryker's base.

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As Roger approached Stryker's base, the general also noticed him.

Stryker had been aware of Roger since his display of power outside the Xavier Institute yesterday. He had noted that Roger didn't carry the X-gene, making him undetectable by Sentinel mutants.

Although Stryker didn't understand why Roger couldn't be identified, he firmly believed Roger was a mutant. After all, only a mutant could possess such immense power.

Seeing Roger again today, Stryker quickly adjusted the Sentinel protocols, uploading Roger's image into their core systems and activating extermination mode. His plan was simple: overwhelm Roger with sheer numbers.

When Roger reached the base, he was greeted by a massive swarm of Sentinel robots, so densely packed they could trigger anyone's trypophobia.

"Well, aren't I popular?" Roger quipped, unfazed by the countless Sentinels hovering in the sky.

Looking down at Stryker's base, the purple glow of the Power Stone began spreading across Roger's body.

Seeing this through his monitors, Stryker paled and immediately switched the Sentinel strategy.

"It's that attack from yesterday! All units, defensive mode now!"

The sight of Roger's devastating attack from the day before—annihilating all Sentinels with a single clap—had left Stryker deeply shaken. He had never imagined a mutant wielding such overwhelming power.

At Stryker's command, the Sentinels abandoned their offensive maneuvers, forming layer upon layer in the sky. Their bodies emitted blue energy that interconnected, creating a massive barrier that stretched between heaven and earth.

This was a display of mutant abilities pushed to their limits. The barrier was theoretically capable of withstanding even a nuclear strike.

But against the power of the Infinity Stone, such defenses were as fragile as paper.

Roger's hands glowed with purple energy as he looked down at the military base with a trace of pity. "Do you really think you can stop me? How naive."

Clapping his hands together, Roger unleashed a wave of energy that instantly reduced every Sentinel to dust. They vanished as if they had never existed.

Though powerful, Sentinels had their limits. Even their combined strength, capable of creating a theoretical ultimate defense, was meaningless against the raw, unyielding might of the Power Stone.

With his overwhelming physique maximizing the stone's power, Roger made short work of the Sentinels. He descended slowly, like a God, strolling leisurely through the base as if it were his own domain.

Stryker's soldiers attempted to stop him, but they fell easily under the influence of the Mind Stone. A mere glance from Roger turned them into obedient followers, trailing behind him like loyal guards.

By the time Roger reached the base's central area and stood before Stryker himself, he realized something peculiar: the Mind Stone's power wasn't working on the old general.

"Oh?" Roger murmured, intrigued.

Stryker, now an elderly man with white hair, wore an advanced psychic-blocking helmet. Despite holding a weapon in trembling hands, he pointed it at Roger and shouted, "Do you even understand what you're doing?!"

"Of course," Roger replied with a serene smile. "Eliminating the threat to mutants."

"You're pushing mutants closer to the edge! They still had a chance to atone, but now—"

"Spare me the sanctimonious speech," Roger interrupted with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Locking mutants in concentration camps isn't 'atonement.' Don't try to justify your cruelty with such noble-sounding nonsense."

"Bastard!" Stryker fumed.

"Enough. I don't have time to argue. Hand over the Sentinel blueprints," Roger demanded lazily.

"You really think I'd give them to you?" Stryker sneered.

"Of course not," Roger replied with a grin. "That's why I'll take them myself."

Before Stryker could respond, Roger closed the distance in an instant. With a swift motion, he shattered the general's helmet and unleashed the Mind Stone's power upon his consciousness.

Stryker, who had prepared for psychic attacks and undergone related training, had believed his helmet would protect him. He thought that as long as he didn't speak, Roger would be powerless against him.

But the Infinity Stones operate beyond reason. Few in the Marvel Universe can resist their influence—and Stryker wasn't one of them.

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