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Without The Watcher Otu blocking him, Alex quickly found a way out. With Emma and Little Fire Dragon Qiqi, he finally left the Savage Land, filled with savages and dinosaurs.

Looking at the endless expanse of snow before him, Alex could not help shrinking his neck. Although his current physique no longer feared the cold, he still reacted instinctively. After adjusting for a while, Alex shook himself and looked around in surprise. "Is this the Arctic?"

During World War II, Alex had visited the Arctic several times. That endless white wilderness had left an extremely deep impression on him.

Nestled in Alex’s arms, Emma turned to look around and asked somewhat blankly, "How are we supposed to leave this place?"

Alex reached out and patted Emma’s shoulder. Just as he was about to comfort her, a familiar current leaped from her body into his, instantly flowing through his entire body.

"Replication?" Alex looked down at Emma in his arms in astonishment.

A familiar voice rang out in his mind. It was Emma’s voice. If only I could stay in the Savage Land with Alex for the rest of my life!

"Telepathy?!" Seeing Emma’s lips pressed tightly together, Alex could not help crying out.

Hearing him, Emma raised her head and looked at Alex in surprise. "What is it, Alex?"

Overjoyed, Alex kissed Emma on the forehead, lifted her up, and spun her around in the snow. As he turned, he shouted excitedly, "Emma, my abilities are back!"

Emma froze, not because of Alex’s words, but because of what he had done. One sentence echoed endlessly in her mind. Alex kissed me! Alex kissed me!

Emma’s mental fluctuations were far too intense for Alex to miss. Hearing her inner thoughts, Alex abruptly stopped spinning and stared blankly at Emma in his arms.

"What’s wrong?" Emma’s face flushed faintly as she looked at Alex in confusion. Why did he suddenly stop? Could he be about to kiss me?

Feeling Emma’s thoughts once more, Alex became even more embarrassed.

Kiss me! Kiss me!

Listening to Emma’s anxious inner cries, Alex’s face turned bright red. He awkwardly pushed her away. "Emma, don’t be like this."

Emma looked at Alex with a desolate expression, her heart dead with despair. He still doesn’t like me. Am I really that unlikable?

"No, Emma, you’re not unlikable at all. You’re very beautiful, and very lovable." Hearing the sorrow in Emma’s thoughts, Alex could not help trying to comfort her.

But the moment the words left his mouth, Alex realized something was wrong.

"You…" Emma’s expression changed, and she stared at Alex in stunned disbelief.

Alex sighed and told her about his Replication Ability. It was not really a secret anyway. The members of the Howling Commandos all knew, and Sebastian Shaw could probably guess part of it. There was no harm in telling Emma.

After hearing Alex’s explanation, Emma suddenly let out a cry and buried her head in his chest, mortified with shame.

He heard it all! He heard it all!

Seeing Emma’s adorable reaction, Alex could not help teasing her. With a chuckle, he said, "I can still hear you now!"

Emma instantly snapped back to her senses and pulled herself out of Alex’s arms. She looked up at him, completely dazed. Only after a long while did she recover and blurt out, "You’re not allowed to use telepathy on me!"

"Fine, I won’t use it on you." Alex patted Emma on the shoulder, then changed the subject. "Come on. Let’s get out of here first."

As he spoke, a thought crossed Alex’s mind, and he pictured Manhattan, New York’s most prosperous district. Without the sense of obstruction he had felt in the Savage Land, Alex was secretly delighted. Teleportation had returned!

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar crowd around him, Alex felt as though a lifetime had passed.

Alex soon noticed that everyone around them was staring at him. After sensing the situation, he realized his current outfit was rather unusual. Wrapped in animal hides, he stood out dramatically in a modern metropolis.

Realizing this, Alex teleported again and returned to his home in Brooklyn.

After Alex and Emma disappeared, the bustling street immediately turned eerie. Many people secretly spat and muttered, "Fuck, all mutants should die!"

"This is my home?" Alex looked around the room in astonishment. Not a single thing was familiar. The black leather sofa in the living room was gone, the broken clock in the corner was gone, and even the cabinet that had held photos of him and his mother had vanished without a trace!

Seeing Alex’s puzzled expression, Emma asked curiously, "What place is this?"

Alex looked around again, then shook his head uncertainly. "I don’t know anymore."

After finding a set of men’s clothes and a set of women’s clothes in the room and changing into them, Alex began searching thoroughly. He turned the entire place upside down but failed to find a single familiar item. Apart from the layout, which was still the same as in his memories, everything else had become unfamiliar.

Emma already knew this had once been Alex’s home, though it had now changed completely. She guessed, "Could your friends have rented it out?"

"No. They wouldn’t." Alex shook his head with certainty. Whether it was Vivien Leigh or Audrey’s mother Ella, they both knew this home carried many of his memories. They could not possibly have rented it out.

"But the owner of this house really has changed." Emma reached into the corner and pulled out a framed photograph. In it, a man and woman stood together, laughing as they kissed.

Alex found the man and woman in the photograph completely unfamiliar.

"Let’s go find your friends," Emma suggested.

Alex nodded dejectedly and disappeared with Emma once more. When they reappeared, they were already inside an apartment on the West Coast of the United States, in Hollywood. This was Vivien Leigh’s residence in Hollywood. Audrey and Ella also lived nearby, less than a hundred meters away.

The moment the two appeared, Vivien Leigh emerged from the room in a bathrobe. A flash of panic crossed her face when she saw them, but she forced herself to remain calm and asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"You don’t recognize me?" Alex looked at Vivien Leigh strangely, a sense of dread rising in his heart. "pussy, I’m Alex. Alex Zhang!"

Vivien Leigh took several steps back, flustered and frightened. "I’m sorry, I don’t know you. You should leave quickly, or I’ll call for help!"

Seeing that Vivien Leigh’s expression did not seem fake, Alex was dumbfounded. He stared at her blankly, not knowing what to do.

"I searched her memories. She really doesn’t know you." Emma leaned close to Alex’s ear and whispered, "But I found that her memories seem to have been altered."

"What?" Alex’s body shuddered. He turned to look at Emma, then used telepathy to search Vivien Leigh’s memories himself. A moment later, he snarled furiously, "Who was it? Who did this?"

A flash of insight struck him, and Alex thought of Otu, the one who called himself The Watcher. "Right, it must have been that bald bastard. It had to be him. It was definitely him!"