The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

The scene before her only surprised Illyana; it wasn't enough to scare her. When it came to horror and the bizarre, what could compare to the demons in Hell?

Besides, most fear comes from the unknown, and Illyana happened to know someone capable of creating this scene that defied common sense.

Flowers slowly climbed onto Illyana's desk. Behind the blossoms, long, winding stems gradually formed words.

'Wear me on your ear.'

Although the words were crooked, Illyana recognized them. After hesitating, she reached out and picked up the flower.

Although the flower was connected to long roots, they kept extending, so Illyana encountered no difficulty in placing it on her ear.

Without Illyana having to worry, the flower automatically secured itself to her ear with its roots, and then a voice came from the flower.

"It's me, Illyana. Habibi, remember?"

"Of course. My memory isn't that bad."

The owner of the voice coming from the flower was Yang Le. Illyana certainly remembered him, the great contributor who fed all the mutants on the island. When she was with her brother, Piotr's most admired person was Magneto, and after that, it was Yang Le.

Piotr had commented that Yang Le was as gentle as the plants that nurtured all life in the world. For mutants, he was as indispensable as Magneto.

After eating the delicious crops, Illyana agreed with her brother's idea. Don't expect to find anything good to eat in Hell. The things that devils and monsters like to eat are clearly not acceptable to everyone.

Illyana had no doubt that if Belasco hadn't needed her alive and given her things to eat, she might have starved to death long ago.

"So, may I ask why you're looking for me so late?" Illyana leaned against the headboard. "Or using such a secretive way to contact me."

"I'll make it short, Illyana. The headmaster has changed."

Illyana raised her eyebrows and said, "It seems I'm not the only one who thinks so. Although I haven't directly seen what Magneto was like before, my brother has told me a lot about the past. I can catch a glimpse of it from those few words."

"If my brother wasn't lying, then the current Magneto is indeed very different from the past."

"That's right." Leaning against a tree, Yang Le nodded. "I can feel that since bringing you back, the headmaster seems to have become a different person."

"Hey, hey, hey." Illyana interrupted Yang Le unhappily. "You don't think I'm the one who did it, do you? Really? Just because I came back from Hell?"

"You misunderstand, Illyana." Yang Le soothed the young queen of Hell. "I didn't mean to suspect you. I just mentioned a symbolic event so you could recall the specific time."

"Better be." Illyana muttered softly.

"Let's get to the point. Why did you contact me so late at night?"

"For the danger that may come," Yang Le said in a low voice, "and for the future of the mutants."

Yang Le's words were astonishing. Even Illyana, who had seen great storms, couldn't help but be surprised. After all, the span of this conversation was too great. One second they were talking about someone, and the next they jumped to the life and death of an entire race.

"What do you mean?" Illyana frowned. "Explain yourself more clearly."

"I suspect Magneto has a problem."

Although the wording was cautious, Yang Le's tone was very firm, like the detectives in suspense dramas who had read the script in advance.

"Although I don't know what's wrong with him yet, it's definitely not a good thing. You should have seen it, right? The headmaster is stirring up everyone's emotions."

"Clumsy techniques." Illyana stretched, revealing her perfect body curves. "But it's useful. Others may not buy it, but it does work on mutants."

"Because I've lived in Hell since I was a child, I don't have a deep empathy for mutants. I'm curious why you didn't fall for it."

"Enough experience, Illyana." Yang Le's tone was calm, sounding like an elderly wise man. "As long as you experience enough, many petty tricks will be exposed in front of you."

Yang Le's tone and words stunned Illyana. She thought Yang Le was an old monster who ran out from somewhere. Combining what she heard from others about Yang Le, plus what she saw, this guess was very close to possible in her eyes.

After all, a vegetative person's appearance can't tell the specific age. The more Illyana thought about it, the more she felt this was possible. It was very possible that this Habibi was the oldest guy on the island.

What she didn't expect was that this old wise man's experiences were all from the clouds, and more than half of them came from comics.

"I not only saw Magneto's problem, but I also saw that you didn't fall into his trap. That's why I came to you."

"Find me? Why?" Illyana was very puzzled.

"I want to ask you to save the mutants with me." Yang Le sighed. "If Magneto continues, not only the mutants, but the entire earth may be buried with them."

"Sounds like something very great and very dangerous." Illyana frowned. "Why should I agree to you?"

Illyana's attitude was within Yang Le's expectations. Most people would probably react like her when someone tells them they are going to save the world.

Illyana saw the danger, and she had already thought of ways to avoid it. The only person she cared about now was her brother Piotr. If there was real danger, she could take her brother and run back to Hell.

Hiding on the border of Hell, not to mention the destruction of the Earth, even the explosion of the solar system would have nothing to do with them.

After all, this responsibility did not belong to her, and Illyana didn't need to take it upon herself, and Yang Le couldn't force it on her.

"I just want to find an ally. If you don't agree, I won't force you." Yang Le sighed again, sounding like an old man in his seventies.

"It doesn't matter if you don't agree. Just take tonight's call as a reminder from me. If you really encounter danger, I hope you can save a few more mutants and take them as far as you can."

…

Back to the present, Illyana looked at the thick plants rising from the ground, and felt more and more that her judgment was correct.

With the support of strength, the words also became weighty. Illyana's mind once again recalled what Yang Le said to her.