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In the year 2023, in the future X-Men universe, Earth, New York.
The sky was perpetually filled with the smoke of long-term war. Once-futuristic skyscrapers, now abandoned by civilization, were covered in black dust, standing like unnamed tombstones.
Decades ago, New York was the most economically advanced city on Earth, but now it looked like a relic of a post-apocalyptic world, where even the air was thick with the choking stench of oil and blood.
At the heart of this dark, desolate city was a glaringly bright, ultra-modern zone known as the “Concentration Camp.”
After machines took over humanity, both Mutants and ordinary people were forced to wear collars that restricted their freedom and submit to the commands of the machines, working as laborers.
This was the true apocalypse— a timeline devoid of hope.
“Oh great god above…”
Some of the apocalypse survivors hid in the ruins underground, eating what little food remained, huddled around flickering candlelight, praying.
Many would often mutter the same phrase, “Ever since the gods left the world, disaster has descended…”
But this disaster wasn’t an alien invasion, nor was it a natural catastrophe. It was something far more terrifying than either.
‘Clack, Clack—’
Flying above the Concentration Camp in the ashen sky were ominous machines. They descended towards the ruins below, deploying massive three-meter-tall mechanical beings, their bodies the color of dead ash.
About 50 meters beneath the surface, there was a hidden temporary Mutant camp, fully equipped with supplies, water, and electricity. Inside, Mutants of all ages joked and bantered with one another, attempting to mask the trauma inflicted by the world outside.
‘Boom!’
The sound of a heavy impact from above froze the smiles on their faces. The Mutants stopped talking immediately, their expressions shifting to fear.
“They’re here— the Sentinels!”
The camp leader, Lucas, a middle-aged man with a red cloak and an energy weapon, immediately issued an emergency alert after hearing the noise from above.
Sentinels.
They had become the very symbol of this hopeless apocalypse. At the mention of the name, every Mutant’s expression changed. They all moved into action, quickly and efficiently preparing for battle.
“Sunspot!”
Lucas shouted, and the young man known by that codename understood immediately, channeling powerful solar energy into Lucas’s energy weapon.
“Get to the safe house! I need to alert the others!” A vibrant young woman with a nonconventional appearance called out, creating a dazzling Bportal with a wave of her hand.
Lucas and a young blonde girl jumped through the portal, instantly teleporting deeper into the camp.
Blink cracked her whip-like hair and used her teleportation powers to leap into another underground room, issuing orders to the other Mutants to prepare for battle.
Meanwhile, seasoned fighters like Colossus, Pyro, Iceman, and the Ravager, survivors of countless battles, tensed their bodies at the sound of the alarm, their eyes scanning their surroundings. They were ready to give everything to prevent the Sentinels from breaking through.
‘Boom, Boom, Boom—’
Just as the Mutants finished preparing, the thick ceiling of the underground bunker was forcibly torn open. War machines— Sentinels— descended with a menacing hum.
The second-generation Sentinels weren’t ugly, but they were the ultimate bane of Mutants. They were capable of reading and replicating Mutant abilities, they possessed immense strength, endurance, and near-impenetrable defense. No Mutant could kill these near-invincible killing machines.
Knowing that escape was futile, Colossus led the charge. The group of Mutant warriors let out battle cries, unleashing their powers to fight the attacking Sentinels with everything they had.
Five minutes later…
In the now-ravaged underground bunker, several Mutant bodies lay lifeless on the ground, victims of the brutal battle.
**Colossus’ body transformed into solid steel, yet his neck was still snapped. The flames on Pyro’s body were extinguished, along with the fire of his life, leaving his body frozen into an ice sculpture.
Iceman’s frost-covered exterior melted away, revealing a large gaping wound in his chest, with his bones inside already liquified into blood.**
**This was the terrifying power of the Sentinels. In this post-apocalyptic world, they were invincible.**
Three unscathed Sentinels moved deeper into the bunker. One of them utilized Pyro’s powers to melt and tear open the steel-reinforced door.
Inside the safe room, Lucas lay on a single bed while the blonde girl rested her hands on his temples, channeling a faint glow into his mind. Seeing the Sentinels kill her companions and breach the door to step into the safe room, the girl gave a cold, vengeful smile, “You’re too late.”
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**Moscow, in an underground city.**
An invisible fighter jet smoothly landed, and as the hatch opened, Logan stepped out first, followed by Storm, then Charles in his hovering wheelchair, with his bald head shining, and finally, Magneto, Erik.
Even Logan, who didn’t age, now had graying temples. Charles and Erik looked even older, their faces full of wrinkles— one bald, the other with a head of white hair, it was clear that they were no longer the vibrant figures they once were in their youth.
“Professor.”
Awaiting them were Lucas, the blonde girl, and Colossus, who walked forward to greet Charles and the others.
“We succeeded,” Lucas said solemnly as he approached. “Thanks to Shadowcat’s abilities, although our team was attacked by Sentinels multiple times, as long as she sent me back three days in time, I could move the camp and avoid the Sentinel ambush.”
“You’re talking about time travel? This girl can send people into the past?” Charles squinted in surprise, looking at the blonde girl standing beside Lucas.
Shadowcat quickly explained, “It’s not typical time travel. I can only send one person’s consciousness back a few days, and only to their own body.”
“That’s more than enough. The world now has no hope left, but if we can go back to the past…” Erik gave Charles a meaningful glance.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Charles nodded, reminiscing. “This apocalyptic conflict began fifty years ago, in 1973. A scientist named Bolivar Trask, after researching mutant genes, created the blueprint for the first generation of Sentinels, aiming to eliminate all Mutants. However, the government rejected his proposal.”
Erik continued with a sigh, “But when Raven killed Trask, it led the government to realize the danger Mutants posed. They captured Raven and used her replicated mutant genes to perfect the first generation of Sentinels.”
Understanding their implication, Lucas quickly asked, “You want to send someone back fifty years to stop all of this from happening?”
“That’s impossible,” Shadowcat shook her head. “Sending someone back even three days is the limit of what the brain can handle. Even the Professor, with the most brilliant mind in the world, couldn’t go back a year, let alone fifty years.”
Logan, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke, “What if the person’s brain could heal itself infinitely?”
The room fell silent. Theoretically, this could be a ray of hope for their bleak future.
Shadowcat looked around, confused, “Why are you all so convinced that going back fifty years will reverse everything? History is hard to change, and if you make a mistake, there’s no coming back from it.”
Charles and Erik exchanged glances, their eyes clouded with memories. Then, in unison, they said, “Because fifty years ago, this world… once had a god. An invincible god.”
A god had once soared through the skies, leaving behind legends. But sadly, the god had left this world, and with his departure, the apocalypse had arrived.
(End of the Chapter)
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