Marvel Reverses Wolverine Chapter 90

  Chapter 90 Emma's Power

   "Hi Eric."

  Miss Emma Frost greeted Eric with low interest. She thought that James was teaching herself alone today, but she didn't expect Eric to be there.

  Long Island's Howlett Manor has an elegant maple grove. This season is when the maple leaves are falling red. Emma is wearing a beige sportswear. She has a good figure, especially the waist-to-hip ratio is amazing.

  Eric is very happy. Emma and he have re-acquainted. For a mutant partner of similar age to join, he is a little eager to try. He is no longer the only one who was taught by his father.

   "Today is mainly for meditation and breathing exercises. I think Emma will accept it faster from this step, and Eric is not very good at this part."

  James sat cross-legged on the ground, explained, and guided the way and rhythm of breathing. Emma was not very comfortable with this strange way of breathing and the force of the abdominal diaphragm.

   But as she continued to try and persist, her brain began to feel a little chaotic, as if she was sleepy and wanted to fall asleep.

  Gradually, James began to let them visualize and stare at a simple geometric figure in their minds, then close their eyes and try to retain this image in their minds, in this way to cultivate inner vision.

  He released his spiritual thoughts, forming a slight oppressive force field, allowing them to calm down more easily.

  Emma gradually deepened her consciousness into it, and I don't know how long it took.

  Slowly, complex white line composition loomed in her consciousness, which became clearer and brighter, and gradually opened up, revealing a group of bright diamond-shaped isolated polygonal structures emitting light.

This picture is not as vague and lacking in details as people imagine in their minds, but it is really in front of them. Emma tries to let her spiritual power touch this diamond polygon, which seems to be as real as it is. .

  Clatter.

  The crisp sound of glass shattering exploded in her ears, and she vaguely heard James call Eric's name, and she lost consciousness and fell asleep.

  Emma moved her eyes slowly, her long eyelashes trembling. She was lying on the sofa in the hall of the manor, and the figure in front of her was James, who was looking at a heavy book with a leather cover.

   "Is there any discomfort?"

   James closed the book after speaking, moved his eyes away, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

  Emma hurriedly propped herself up, sat up, and the thin cashmere blanket covering her body slipped down.

  She blushed again, it was really rude to sleep on the living room sofa in someone else's house like this.

   "It's okay, no one will walk around in the living room. Most of the time it's relatively deserted here. I don't think it's appropriate for you to rest in a strange bedroom."

  Emma nodded, she suddenly remembered what power she seemed to have aroused before she lost consciousness,

   "Eric he—"

   "Eric is fine. He is in the same situation as you, but he needs to sleep more. It only took about a quarter of an hour for you to pass out, and it didn't last long."

  Emma let go of her heart and said hesitantly.

   "I saw a bright and brilliant diamond in my mind, and when I tried to touch it with my consciousness, something seemed to break."

James nodded lightly. At that time, his consciousness felt a relatively strong spiritual explosion, which radiated from Emma as the center, and naturally had no effect on him, while Eric, who was not far away, seemed to have been hit by a blow. Remember Sap, passed out.

   "Static meditation should be the strongest stimulation to your ability, but it means you have to be more careful. Later, I will teach you to practice more dynamic exercises and fighting boxing to slow down the progress of brain stimulation."

  Emma nodded silently, she seemed to think of something, and said eagerly.

   "Then the diamond in my mind is the source of my power? In the depths of the soul, in the spiritual consciousness."

   "No, no, no." James shook his head, smiled and picked up the hot drink on the table and handed it to Emma.

   "Our power comes from genetic variation. You have already taken courses in biology. It is inseparable from every cell in the body. It does not rely on the power of the spirit and soul."

  He looked at Emma sipping hot cocoa and explained as simply and clearly as possible.

"But psychic power is not purely caused by brain cells. It is very mysterious and complicated. It is precisely because of its uniqueness that it makes you visualize such a product of consciousness in your brain. What you have to do is to understand it slowly. Recognize it carefully, rather than rushing to define it."

  There were footsteps on the stairs, and Eric yawned. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and said sorry.

   "I'm sorry, Frost, I overslept, let's go practice."

  James raised his eyebrows, looked at Emma with a guilty face, and joked: "It seems that I'm going to check to see if this kid still remembers my 'father'."

  USSR, Sverdlovsk.

   "We have a large number of German prisoners of war for you to experiment on. Comrade Stalin's request to you is to come up with successful examples and effective operation methods that can be replicated as soon as possible. Mr. Xiao, I hope your efficiency can be improved."

    Sebastian Shaw, wearing a typical Soviet fur coat and a high-topped felt cap, inspected his experimental materials in this concentration camp where defeated German captured soldiers were temporarily housed.

  He is used to the loud voices of the Soviets, and even in the windy and snowy weather that often blows here, he has to roar to hear each other's voices clearly.

"Don't worry, Comrade Brezhnev, I already have a very proficient manufacturing process. I will try my hand with these prisoners of war first. If I am lucky, I will encounter some individuals with strong mutation reactions. The stimulating serum effect provided by this sample it's the best."

  Xiao gained a firm foothold here, and he realized more and more that the war years were the best time for him to develop.

  In the prelude to the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union, large-scale thermal weapon conflicts are no longer the mainstream, but the confrontation in the shadows and the appearance of extraordinary combat power will bring him a broader stage.

   "But Comrade Brezhnev, are you sure you don't want to adopt my 'ice pick' method? The soldiers created like that have no fear of death, fear, no—"

   "Brainless, Mr. Xiao, those are deformed monsters without brains. You can rest assured that there are the strongest fighters here. The so-called near-death experiment will not frighten them. They are made of steel!"

  Xiao thought about it, and then suggested: "Then it's better to have some young 'volunteers'. The mutation effect of teenagers is the best, and they are easier to cultivate."

  Major General Brezhnev laughed loudly, patted Xiao on the shoulder, and stared wide-eyed.

   "Soldiers made of steel, regardless of age."

  (end of this chapter)

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