X-Men’s Burial Ground

Prune an entire timeline and rebuild the Time Variance Authority.

No matter how one thought about it, it was a plan steeped in conspiracy.

Zhang Ye did not know whether he was part of it, but he wanted to figure out what exactly was going on.

Whether it was his own transmigration or the Time Twister that should not have existed, the mystery hidden behind it all hung over Zhang Ye’s heart like a nightmare.

Although Zhang Ye had gained a bit of strength, learned some miraculous magic, and could even wield the immense power of another universe with the help of the Time Twister and Miss Minutes, that was precisely why he had become even more cautious.

Zhang Ye needed to find out whether Miss Minutes truly served him wholeheartedly. If she had another "master" behind her, then he would have to carefully reconsider his future plans.

"So, the Sacred Timeline is actually a circle. As long as no other Multiverses are allowed to emerge, this timeline will keep running forever," Zhang Ye said evenly.

Put simply, this was essentially kidnapping everyone on that timeline without their knowledge, trapping them in a cyclical world of eternal reincarnation.

Yes, that was one way to put it. It was also for the stability of the Multiverse. The Multiverse was constantly dying away, and from a macro perspective, this was the only way to ensure its safety.

"Ensuring the safety of the Multiverse." Zhang Ye lightly tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, pondering Miss Minutes’s words.

Managing an entire timeline was uncharted territory for Zhang Ye. He had never considered whether such a thing was possible before; all he had ever wanted was to find a safe universe and live there peacefully.

But Miss Minutes’s words had indeed reminded him of an available option: choose a relatively safe universe, then connect its beginning and end to form a closed loop, thereby avoiding the possibility of that universe heading toward destruction.

If that could truly be done, it did seem like an excellent choice for him. By then, he could fulfill his promise to Pietro as well.

But.

At that thought, Zhang Ye could not help turning his gaze toward Miss Minutes. She was currently fiddling with a hanging car ornament, completely unaware of his stare.

Looking at her cute yet slightly silly appearance, Zhang Ye hesitated over whether to probe Miss Minutes with a few words.

He wanted to know whether Miss Minutes was loyal to him, but he also worried that she would notice his probing and bring about even more troublesome consequences.

Zhang Ye would not truly believe Miss Minutes was harmless just because she acted adorably clueless all day. Since his previous life, he had firmly believed in one saying: appearances could be deceiving. The less conspicuous a person was, the more shocking the secrets they hid often were.

So, before he had gotten to the bottom of Miss Minutes, Zhang Ye could not act rashly.

There was still plenty of time before this universe needed to be recorded. Zhang Ye let out a long sigh. There was little use in considering such matters now; his first priority was still improving his combat strength.

Besides, there was also the incident involving the transmigrator from the DC Universe. Zhang Ye decided to deal with these matters one at a time.

The ship-car stopped before a building that had long since become ruins. This was Zhang Ye’s destination.

After recalling Miss Minutes, Zhang Ye opened the car door and stepped out of the ship-car.

Looking ahead, all Zhang Ye could see was lush greenery.

All kinds of plants had climbed over the collapsed buildings. Broad leaves concealed the tiles and stones beneath them. Since no one had lived here for a long time, this vast estate had been claimed by vegetation. Before long, there would probably be no trace left that humans had ever lived here.

When he reached the building’s entrance, Zhang Ye could vaguely make out its sign through the leaves. The name written on it was Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

This was the X-Men’s base in New York, as well as their final battlefield.

In a sense, this should have been Zhang Ye’s second time coming here. The last time he came, he had still been an ordinary person, while the X-Men’s base had become President X’s museum, filled with all kinds of "treasures" and the Time Twister.

But now, in this universe, the X-Men’s base had not changed. The only thing that had changed was that those heroes had all died in the war of old—or rather, beneath the claws of the Wolverine they had trusted most.

The heroes’ battlefield back then had been unimaginably brutal. Most heroes died under the siege of supervillains, or like Iron Man and War Machine, were incinerated on the spot when their suits overloaded.

The villains’ tactics against the heroes had been highly successful, but the most classic battle among them was undoubtedly the one that wiped out the X-Men.

Red Skull made full use of Wolverine’s arrogance and recklessness, causing him to kill every X-Man without knowing the truth. Of course, Wolverine’s old teammates holding back also deserved much of the "credit." It was clear from this how skilled those supervillains were at manipulating people’s hearts.

However, Wolverine was not the only one who survived that day. Besides him, another existence had been hidden here, one he had not killed.

Crossing through dense thickets, Zhang Ye walked directly through the collapsed gate. Sunlight filtered through the treetops onto the floor inside, where he could still see weathered furniture, shattered glass, and scattered stones.

The X-Men’s bodies had long since been secretly preserved by Hydra. The special cells and genes within the bodies of these powerful mutants remained invaluable high-grade experimental materials even after death. Red Skull would never have let them go.

However, Zhang Ye had vaguely heard that the Hellfire Club had also taken a share here. He did not know whether they wanted to give the X-Men, fellow mutants, a proper burial or study their genes.

Zhang Ye did not know much about such secretive matters, but he did know that no new mutants had been born in the wasteland for many years. This race, which theoretically represented humanity’s evolution toward higher life forms, had now become a so-called endangered species.

It was not only mutants; the Inhumans were the same. Their remaining members had joined together to depend on one another, but everyone knew that the decline of these superhumans had become an irreversible fact.