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It was called an office, but it was just a small wooden shack. The area wasn't big; it could barely fit a wooden bed, a table, a chair, and a rickety cabinet.

If there was anything special about it, it was that Magneto's wooden shack had many potted plants outside, planted with various kinds of flowers. Although messy, they were colorful and had a unique charm. However, the 'flower pots' holding the flowers were quite diverse, even including a pair of rotten leather shoes.

Yang Le was attracted by this peculiar sight and began to observe. After explaining that he didn't need to eat, Magneto told him to go to his office first and wait for him. He would finish his meal as quickly as possible and then come over.

So, with nothing to do, Yang Le naturally could only look at these strange potted plants to relieve boredom. It must be said that although they were just some wildflowers, they were well taken care of.

"These were all given by the children in the village."

A dignified voice came. Yang Le turned around and saw Magneto standing behind him, looking at him with a smile. A smiling Magneto was quite a Marvel spectacle.

"They always said that the principal's house should be special, so they found a lot of flowers to decorate my house." Magneto naturally walked to Yang Le's side, leaned over to check the condition of the flowers, and a touch of tenderness flowed in his eyes.

"It's not easy to maintain the lives of these little guys. It's strange to say that these wildflowers, which are hard to get rid of in the wild, are so difficult to grow after being carefully cared for."

"If you want, I can let them cover your house," Yang Le said with a smile.

Magneto chuckled. He shook his head and said, "No, it's better to maintain the status quo. Habibi, may I call you that?"

"Of course, Principal," Yang Le nodded.

"It seems you like your position very much, entering the state so quickly." Magneto nodded with satisfaction.

Magneto looked at Yang Le, or rather, at the disguise on Yang Le.

"Habibi, I know you have suffered many cruel things in the outside world, but here there are only companions. No one will look at you with strange eyes. Here, you don't need to wear this skin imposed on you by outsiders."

Magneto put his hand on Yang Le's shoulder and continued, "I can't guarantee anything else, but here you can have a good sleep."

Yang Le sized up the man in front of him. There was no doubt that no matter in which universe, the owner of the name Magneto was a legend. This universe's Magneto was just slightly younger.

Unlike the old men in other universes, Magneto of Universe 9527 was a middle-aged man. Yang Le estimated that his age should be under fifty, around forty. Currently, all the transcendents Yang Le knew in this universe were younger than those in other universes, at least younger than those in the main universe, except for Peter, who was a bit older.

But his strength had not weakened at all due to his age. Piecing together such a large floating island was enough to prove his strength.

Moreover, according to the information Yang Le had investigated (the shapeshifter was so useful), the reason why the government on Earth did not exterminate mutants after Professor X killed so many people was because of the man in front of him.

Unlike the man in a certain Japanese gag manga who forced the world's major powers to sign a peace treaty with him with his strength, Magneto in this universe did suppress all the countries in the world with his own strength.

As long as this man was still there, no country in the world would dare to carry out a massacre of mutants, but there was still persecution in the dark, which was why he publicly took in other mutants.

Letting people sleep well, what an ordinary promise, but for the mutants in this universe, it was indeed a difficult thing. If your mutant identity was known by others outside the island, then whether you could wake up the next day after falling asleep was uncertain.

If there was no Magneto, then it was estimated that this mutant island, which had gathered so many mutants, might be destroyed the second day after its establishment. Of course, because it was too close to New York, although there would be no little boy falling from the sky, other missiles would definitely be indispensable.

It was such a simple promise, but only Magneto in this world had the confidence to say such a thing.

"Thank you, Principal," Yang Le said awkwardly. "I know everyone is very good, and I also like to see their smiles after they are full. I just need some time."

Yang Le did not immediately agree. His current identity was a person with psychological trauma. The clothes tightly wrapped around him were a manifestation of his inner barriers, which could not be resolved by someone he had only met a few times with a few words, even if that person was Magneto.

"I know," Magneto patted Yang Le's shoulder lightly to show comfort. "You must remember that we are all family. Your arrival has made everyone better, and we all need you. It's getting late, go back and rest first. You must be tired from cultivating so much corn. I remember Scott should have assigned you a house. I hope you don't dislike it."

"About this," Yang Le hesitated at first, then seemed to think of something and said firmly.

"I think I can help."

About ten minutes later, in the open space outside the village, all the mutants gathered here, focusing their eyes on Magneto and Yang Le beside him. The crowd whispered about the reason for being summoned so late.

"I'm glad everyone could come so quickly," Magneto said loudly. As soon as he spoke, the crowd quieted down, and his prestige was evident.

"The reason for calling everyone over so late is because of our new companion, Habibi, who is also a great contributor to making us full."

"I know him!" Fireman John shouted excitedly. He was afraid of a cold atmosphere that would make Yang Le feel embarrassed, so he was the first to speak out for Yang Le.

'Hate it.' Li Qianhuan couldn't help but pout. She originally wanted to be the first to speak, so that she could get acquainted with the new compatriot, and if the relationship was good in the future, she could ask him to grow some fruits for her to eat.

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After John, others also expressed that they knew Yang Le, like Gambit and Scott also cheered loudly, changing their usual behavior.

Even Yang Le couldn't help but feel a little moved at this time. These people who had suffered so much but did not degenerate were indeed more lovely than most people outside. Yang Le even had the idea that it would be nice to live here all the time if nothing happened.

"Okay, be quiet," Magneto waved his hand with a smile. "Our new friend likes to be quiet, too much excitement will embarrass him."

Based on the persona Yang Le showed, Magneto was right. Being able to see through Yang Le's persona in such a short time, Magneto in this universe was indeed a qualified patriarch.

Magneto, you are so gentle!

After everyone quieted down, Magneto continued, "Our compatriot not only brought food, but also has a new gift to give us!"

After Magneto finished speaking, he looked at Yang Le with encouraging eyes, signaling him to let go and do it. The next time was yours.

Yang Le nodded tremblingly, maintaining his persona, spread out his palms and held a small thing. Everyone widened their eyes and found that it was a seed.

Yang Le didn't speak, turned around and buried the seed in the soil, then took a few steps back and pressed his hands tightly to the ground, looking like a Qigong master using his power, or the first generation Hokage releasing ninjutsu.

Before everyone could be puzzled, the ground suddenly began to tremble, and a thick plant drilled out of the soil and grew slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye. After about five or six minutes, a stout tree with a ground-level tree hole appeared in front of everyone.