Over the next few days, Ethan explored his abilities in a secluded corner of the orphanage, though it would have been safer in his room.
Ethan’s two original roommates had already been adopted, so Ethan temporarily had a room to himself.
However, Ethan quickly discovered that the power of Vector Control was very strong, but also extremely difficult to control.
Force can cancel each other out and interact, thereby changing the direction of an object’s movement.
Therefore, if not controlled properly, forces might conflict, tearing and destroying the object.
If he continued to explore in his room, he would probably have successfully torn down the house before he fully understood his abilities, and then Ms.
Emma, in a rage, would kick him out of the orphanage early.
After a few days of exploration, Ethan had a general grasp of his abilities, though complete control might still take a long time.
Morpheus remembered that Morpheus could fully control Vector Control because he would perform extensive simulations and calculations in his mind before using his abilities, allowing him to manipulate vectors at will to achieve his desired effects.
Such powerful computational ability requires special training and brain development to achieve, and Ethan is currently just an ordinary person whose math is only decent.
Of course, although Ethan cannot manipulate vectors at will, he can take a shortcut: reflection, reflecting all forces that could threaten him.
For example, if a bullet is fired, the moment it touches Ethan’s body, its kinetic energy direction will be reversed, reflecting it back to the attacker with the same kinetic energy and trajectory.
This applies to punches, bullets, lasers, or even missiles.
What pleased Ethan the most was that although he could control this reflection, it was more often controlled by his subconscious, just like breathing.
Therefore, even attacks he didn’t notice, his subconscious would automatically help him eliminate dangerous ones, which undoubtedly greatly increased Ethan’s survival rate.
You should know that the Marvel Universe is not a safe World.
When you are with your wife and children, enter the city, eating hotpot and singing, and suddenly encounter a big guy who is all green.
He is busy with another big guy, who is shit yellow, doing the work of a demolition team in the name of free fighting, rampaging and demolishing New York on the streets.
At that time, you will definitely know how important personal accident insurance is.
This is the Marvel Universe; the safety index for ordinary people is truly too low.
And he became a Mutant; this danger not only didn’t decrease but increased.
Didn’t you see the news about the Mutant Registration Act playing a few days ago?
To protect himself, he must become stronger.
In the past, he didn’t have that ability; just thinking about how to live better in New York after leaving the orphanage had already exhausted his mental energy.
As for the Hulk, aliens, and such, he could only leave it to fate.
But now that he has power, he must think more.
“So you’re here.” Katie’s voice came then.
“What are you doing?
You seem to be hiding from everyone these past few days.” “How could that be?
That must be your imagination.
Are you looking for me?” Ethan quickly dropped the completely twisted steel pipe in his hand and chuckled as if nothing was wrong.
“It’s not me looking for you, but Ms.
Emma.
A family claiming to want to adopt a child has come to the orphanage, so Ms.
Emma asked everyone to gather in the garden.
Ms.
Emma specifically asked me to call you.” “Call me for what?
I’ll be almost eighteen in a few days.
Have you ever seen anyone adopt an eighteen-year-old child?” Ethan asked, somewhat puzzled.
“But the people who came heard about you and suddenly asked to see you.” “Are you sure?” Ethan looked at Katie suspiciously.
Adopters?
Could they be disguised human traffickers, adopting him, a young adult laborer, and then selling him to some small coal mine to dig coal and make a quick profit?
“How would I know?
Why don’t you go and see for yourself?” Katie said, shrugging her shoulders.
Although puzzled, Ethan still decided to go and see.
If it was an adoptive family, then so be it.
But if they were ill-intentioned individuals, Ethan would, of course, be even more excited.
He was about to turn eighteen and leave the orphanage.
Even if he was a Mutant, earning money wasn’t easy.
After all, the ways to make big money were already written in a small booklet called the U.S.
Federal Constitution.
Moreover, brazenly displaying his abilities to do shady things would lead to endless trouble if discovered by S.H.I.E.L.D., the Military, Mutants, or even evil research institutes.
So, Ethan, who was currently short on money, would truly be grateful if he could encounter one or two ill-intentioned individuals with no background.
Then, his living expenses for the next month after leaving the orphanage would be settled.
With such thoughts, Ethan hadn’t walked far when he almost bumped into a blonde old woman.
“Ms.
Emma, I’m sorry.” Seeing the person’s face, Morpheus quickly apologized.
“Ethan, you’re too slow.
Mr.
Charles is already impatient to see you.
Let me introduce you, this is…” “Holy crap, old bald head!!” Ms.
Emma was interrupted by Ethan’s loud exclamation.
Ethan couldn’t be blamed.
When he saw the bald old man in a suit, sitting in a wheelchair, Ethan subconsciously recalled the fear that had dominated his nightmares these past few days, and naturally lost his composure inadvertently.
As for the man with yellowish-brown sunglasses and the woman with White hair following behind the bald old man, although they looked stranger, Morpheus subconsciously ignored them.
“Ethan, you are too rude.” Ms.
Emma, who had been interrupted, said with some displeasure.
“I’m sorry.” Ethan quickly apologized upon seeing this.
“It’s alright.” The bald old man in front waved his hand, and a pair of kind eyes stared at Ethan for a moment before he smiled and said.
“Child, we finally meet in person.” Damn, what does he mean by meeting in person?
Ethan looked at the bald old man in surprise.
Wait, could this old bald head be the scoundrel who caused him to have nightmares for several days?
Now that he thought about it, it really did seem like him.
“Who are you?” Ethan’s mood was very unsettled right now.
The reason for his unsettled mood was that he wanted to severely beat this old bald head.
The reason he didn’t make a move was simply out of respect for the elderly and caring for the young…
well, actually, it was just because Ms.
Emma was there.
“Ethan.” Ms.
Emma had already grabbed Ethan’s hand.
Ms.
Emma was truly somewhat displeased with Ethan’s behavior today.
She also knew that Ethan was about to leave the orphanage, and Ms.
Emma was very worried about Ethan’s life after leaving.
Although it had been so many years, this was the first time she had seen a family willing to adopt a child who was almost an adult, but if it were true, Ms.
Emma would also feel a weight lifted from her heart.
“Mr.
Charles, this child had a fever two days ago and just recovered today, so he’s still a bit confused.
Please don’t mind.
Morpheus is usually a very smart and kind child.” Ms.
Emma explained to the bald old man with an apologetic expression.
“Morpheus, let me introduce you.” Ms.
Emma tried to make her voice warmer, hoping to encourage Morpheus.
“This is…” However, Ms.
Emma’s voice stopped midway, and not just her, but everyone else around also stopped, looking as if a movie had been paused.
At this moment, the bald old man suddenly pushed his wheelchair and came in front of Ethan, saying in a calm voice; “My name is Charles, and I am the headmaster of Charles Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.
Of course, more people prefer to call me Professor X, and behind me are my students, Cyclops and Storm.
They and I are just like you.” Professor X looked at Ethan with a smile.
“You are not alone, we are your family, and we have come to take you home!”