Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

They walked all the way to the gate of the castle without being stopped by anyone.

I don’t know where Charles hid his black slaves. Such a big manor can’t be without even a butler, right?

The outgoing Deadpool reached out and pushed open the door of the castle, then walked into the warm corridor following the dirty mud footprints.

Stepping forward, Deadpool rubbed the soles of his shoes, then approached the wall in front of him with familiarity. He groped on it for a moment and soon found two names that were already quite old.

"Look, Peter!"

Charlotte leaned over and saw the two names were written in a crooked child's handwriting.

And they are the childlike signatures of Mystique Raven and Professor Xavier Charles.

In the near future, this wall will be like a legacy, and will eventually be signed by mutants one by one. Although they each have different endings, they once went to school here together and left a mark that belongs to them.

"Peter! This is the real thing before it was destroyed. I've only seen pictures of it in the future.

So what are you waiting for! Of course I will sign my own name first!"

"Peeing?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow and looked at the huge wall, showing no interest in writing a name.

On the contrary, Deadpool immediately took out a red, thick and big pen from his crotch.

He stuck out his tongue, squinted his mouth and glared, squatted down, and excitedly left his own name after the two people's names, muttering:

"Oh, great Mr. Deadpool, I am the humble Professor X, Charles. I have come here today to solemnly invite you to our tiny Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, and I beg you to join the X-Men and become their greatest leader.

To show my sincerity, I packed Wolverine and tied it into a bow and gave it to you as a gift.

Jiejiejiejie…”

While laughing, Deadpool drew a simple picture of himself stabbing Wolverine's butt with a samurai sword on the wall, secretly looking forward to the scene when Wolverine came to the Mutant Academy one day in the future and saw this masterpiece.

Seeing Deadpool scribbling, Charlotte was slightly stunned.

Is this still possible?

I immediately pulled out a pen from my chest. If this is possible, then wouldn't it be reasonable for me to write my name "bastard" in front of Charles?

There wasn't much time given to Charlotte and Deadpool to mess around.

The two have found this place, and Charles decided to meet them regardless of whether they are enemies or friends.

At this time, the young and handsome Charles came downstairs with both feet intact.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Deadpool and Charlotte still gave him a unique surprise the moment they met.

Telepathy is Professor X's innate ability. Even if he does not read other people's minds, he can still intuitively see everyone's most superficial thoughts at the moment.

However, the moment he saw Deadpool, he seemed to be surrounded by a group of crazy idiots, each of whom was making a lot of noise, which made the veins on Charles' forehead pop. Then he directly used his ability to completely filter out Deadpool's thoughts, which made him feel much better.

Seeing the two people scribbling on his childhood signature wall without paying any attention to him, Charles' mouth twitched twice. He put his right hand in front of his mouth and coughed lightly as a reminder.

"cough~"

"cough--"

"cough!"

"cough--!"

Well, the two people were so engrossed that they ignored him, and Charlotte also started drawing Spider-Man comics on the wall.

"You two bastards!" Raven, who was furious, walked out from behind Professor X, revealing her pretty face, and walked all the way to Deadpool and Charlotte, saying in a domineering manner:

"Don't you know this is someone else's home? How dare you scribble on it like this!"

She moved her long legs so fast that Charles couldn't even hold her back. She quickly came to the signature wall and found that her and Charles' names were still there. She breathed a sigh of relief, but there were chaotic abstract paintings on both sides, which made Raven unable to hold back her anger.

He reached out to grab the pen that Charlotte was using to draw the shit.

"Hey!" Charlotte dodged Riven's sudden attack. Seeing that Riven was still trying to move forward, she stepped on the wall and ran to the roof. She hung upside down and drew flies, saying dissatisfiedly:

"Why don't you go grab Wade's pen! Are you bullying me because I'm honest?

Aren’t you bullying an honest person? "

Looking at Charlotte on the roof, Charles and Raven's eyes lit up.

After confirming through eye contact, I know this is the right person, with unique abilities, so Charlotte must be a mutant!

In this world, Charles has not seen so many mutants at this time, and he does have a loving heart. He regards all mutants as his family and fellow human beings.

Observing Charlotte's young face and strange abilities, Charles' hostility instantly dissipated by three points, and the corners of his mouth curled up quietly.

Great, another one of the same kind.

But... he turned his head to look at Deadpool, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he was too powerless to complain about the pervert who was drawing balls on Wolverine.

"My friend, what abilities do you have?"

He wanted to empty Deadpool's brain and throw him out of the house, thinking that Deadpool was completely defiling the eyes of his sister Raven.

Sister? That’s right, sister!

Of course, Raven is not Charles' biological sister. In this world, Raven was adopted by Charles' parents. The two grew up together. Charles has always treated Raven as his biological sister, but Raven doesn't think so. She seems to want to turn Charles into a lover.

After scribbling the picture, Deadpool shook his head in dissatisfaction, glanced at Charles and said:

“What am I capable of?

Well~that’s a long story and I have to mention my mother, her name was Martha!

She gave birth to me after three months of pregnancy, which made me different from others since I was a child, but I was also a good boy who loved to peek at widows taking baths.

Until one day, I was out robbing someone and I accidentally shot and killed Batman's parents in an alley.

Fuck! I wanted to kill Batman!

Oh my god, that poor little bat.

In order to repay him, I went to his estate and applied to become his housekeeper.

Um, by the way, what was your question?

Superpower? My superpower is that I am handsome. Everyone who sees my real face will be fascinated by me.

For the sake of world peace, the stability of the universe, and the reproduction of mankind, I had no choice but to voluntarily participate in a human experiment...

I am so great that I have disfigured myself."

Deadpool opened his mouth and never closed it, and Charles and Raven's expressions became increasingly ugly.

When Charles was about to speak, Charlotte said with disdain:

"Okay, Wade.

Your outrageous and moronic little stories are completely useless. They sound like expired cream cakes. When you feed them into other people's nostrils, all you get in return is disgust instead of sympathy.

You should really write a new story for yourself, one in which your twin sister tried to strangle you with her frenulum when you were still a fetus, but you succeeded in killing her instead.

So you have had a sense of justice since you were a child and wanted to take revenge on society, so you dreamed of becoming a great superhero.

When you were ten years old, you made a wish to Santa Claus, so the next day you disguised yourself as Santa Claus and shot your parents in an alley.

You fled from the crime and changed your appearance.

Look at you now, even though you gave up your millions to eat garbage, you have indeed become a great superhero.

The only downside is that you are so annoying when you open your mouth to talk, unlike me, who is a quiet and honest child. "

A quiet and honest child?

Charles raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you have any misunderstanding about being taciturn?"

Deadpool didn't give Charles and Raven a chance to speak. He looked at Charlotte with interest and said:

"Peter! This story sounds great, can we discuss the details?

For example, my mother, Martha, did not die, but was hospitalized for mental illness.

I was down and out and depended on her for survival. My dream was to become a great comedian. Although I was just a clown, I didn't want the world to be so serious.

Finally I found out that the one who survived was my father.”

"That's enough! You two!" Charles couldn't bear it any longer.

In his entire life, his home had never been so lively.