The antigravity laboratory is located beneath the island of Clarkia, appearing as a transparent hemisphere affixed below the island. Inside, everything is upside down, but upon entering, gravity makes it no different from being on the ground.
When Shiller walked in, he saw a woman with golden brown hair dressed in a researcher's uniform. He understood that the stories of mutants in this universe all began because of her. Moira's nine reincarnations are the most crucial reason why Professor X is determined to establish a nation on Clarkia.
Moira is a special mutant. She has undergone nine reincarnations, witnessing every tragic end of mutants. And in one reincarnation, she was informed that she could not reincarnate indefinitely. There are only ten lives. If, in the last lifetime, they still can't defeat the great enemy of mutants, Nimrod, both she and the mutants will cease to exist.
She relayed this story to Professor X. Professor X understood that mutants had no other options. Thus, the two of them visited Magneto, who had chosen to live in seclusion, embarking on a journey to rebuild Utopia.
Shiller walked in, and Moira turned around first. She looked very shocked, but Professor X had already sensed something. He turned to look at Shiller, without wearing the Fourth Generation Brain Wave Amplifier he always had on, the large helmet with an X symbol that could be worn directly on his head.
"Professor," Shiller called, "We don't have much time."
"Indeed," Professor X replied, "The United Nations voting session is the day after tomorrow. In the case of the total annihilation of the strike team, we are likely to receive a veto vote."
"Forget the United Nations assembly," Shiller said, "That serves no purpose at all. The key to mutants successfully founding a nation doesn't lie in that. We need another plan."
Following Magneto, Stark marveled once again at the beauty of the main base. It was a palace made entirely of stone, with ancient moss-covered bricks carved with beautiful vine patterns, a dome inlaid with colorful crystals. In the very center of the hall, there was a deep blue pool, with a tall tree in the middle. The tree's leaves were lush and dripping green, sunlight poured through the dome, filtering through the leaves, and scattering fragments of gold on the blue pool, both misty and dreamy.
On both sides of the pool was the reception area, furnished with tables and chairs in the same naturalistic style, and flower-shaped chandeliers. Sunshine cascaded through the pointed crystal floor-to-ceiling windows, making it feel very cozy and comfortable.
But this peaceful and beautiful atmosphere was quickly disrupted, as a group of people emerged from the door at the back of the hall, led by Main Universe Iron Man in his mecha suit.
He froze for a moment upon seeing Stark, then swiftly flew over to Stark, looking down at him and asked coldly, "Which universe's Iron Man are you? Haven't you received our message?"
Stark was in an extremely good mood now, feeling relaxed not having to take care of his child, and the beautiful scenery of Clarkia and the refined aesthetic of the mutants gave him a sense of vacation-like leisure. He generously decided not to hold a grudge with Main Universe Iron Man.
"I received it," Stark said mockingly, "That's one of the dumbest messages I've ever read. Your tone and attitude sound like Nero. I've never seen a superhero support others with such an attitude."
"We are just making sure no one interferes with our work," Main Universe Iron Man said, "People from all universes swarm here, besides turning this place into a mess like a cheap mall, it serves no other purpose. One Avengers Alliance is enough."
"There really is only one Avengers Alliance here." Stark said, "The Avengers Alliance from my universe didn't come."
"You came alone?!" Main Universe Iron Man said incredulously, "Why did you come here alone?"
"Tourism." Stark was too lazy to talk to him further. He walked to the bar at the side of the hall, where Polaris lifted her gaze to him, appearing slightly annoyed, sitting silently inside the bar.
"Miss, you seem to be in a bad mood. Would you like me to mix you a drink?"
"Get lost," Polaris said, "or I'll grab your tin can and... Wait. Did you finally decide to take off that iron shell? Mr. Luncheon Meat?"
"You got the wrong person," Stark said, "I'm from another universe."
"What's the difference?" Polaris didn't lift an eyelid, "Clarkia doesn't welcome non-mutants. Eventually, you'll all have to leave. Don't be a nuisance around me. I don't have that much patience."
"I'm just here for tourism." Stark propped his chin on his hand saying, "Got tired of taking care of the kid at home, wanted to find a quiet place to stay for a few days."
"Taking care of a kid? You have a child?" Polaris was somewhat surprised.
"Yeah, she's a bit naughty, always clinging to me."
"So you just left her behind?"
"Otherwise, just understand as, if I don't leave her for a few days, soon there won't be much I can teach her. And my universe will gain its fifth Omega-level Demon Lord of Mayhem."
"What a ghost of a comment is that?" Polaris chuckled, laughing, "Who are the first four?"
"You should be familiar with them. One is Richards' son Franklin, one is Captain America's son Thomas Rogers, and the other two are Scarlet Witch's children, those brothers."
"They're all mutants? Is your daughter a mutant too?"
"Little Morgan isn't a mutant, but her destructive power is by no means weaker than theirs."
"That's an exaggeration," Polaris said, "How can your daughter be more destructive than Omega-level mutants?"
Stark chuckled without speaking. Then a tin-plated Iron Man sat next to him, his face guard flickering. "You're from the Central Universe, aren't you?"
"How did you figure that out?" Stark asked with interest.
"There are too many weirdos over there," Iron Man from the Prime Universe said. "Why aren't you wearing your battlesuit?"
"I don't want to wear it," Stark said. "Don't you feel like you're completely out of place dressed like that on this island?"
"I'm not here to take tourist souvenir photos," Iron Man from the Prime Universe said. "We're here to deal with the enemy."
"Who's the enemy? Mutants?"
"We're here to help the mutants." Iron Man from the Prime Universe paused and then said, "We're researching how to dismantle the last pillar of the Mother Module. It's a very serious technical problem."
"Then go research seriously," Stark sighed and said to Polaris, "At least give me a glass of whiskey, lady. Or champagne."
Polaris irritably placed an entire bottle of whiskey on the bar and held out her hand to Stark, "That'll be 2000 US Dollars."
"What? That's way too expensive!" Stark picked up the whiskey and looked at it. "It's just a regular bottle, probably sells for several decades of dollars outside."
"No way," Stark said. "Even if I factor in logistics, transport, and storage costs, it's not possible to sell at that price. You're gouging me."
"Well, you're the rich guy," Polaris said. "And that's the price in tourist spots. Take it or leave it."
"Lorna!" Magneto frowned and shouted, "Stop messing around!"
Polaris had no choice but to grimace and, with the attitude of smacking a planet, opened the bottle loudly, then placed a glass in front of Stark with a thud, inserting an ice ball.
"No trouble pouring it, lady," Stark quickly grabbed the bottle to pour himself, fearing Polaris might smash it on his head.
"What kind of attitude is that?" Iron Man from the Prime Universe said, dissatisfied. "We're here to help. Not only are you not offering good liquor to entertain, but a regular bottle of whiskey is worth this much to you..."
"Do you have a problem?" Stark interrupted him. "Can you hurry and go study that serious technical problem of yours and stop interrupting my leisure?"
Iron Man from the Prime Universe slammed the bar table.
"Tony!" Captain America walked over and made an apologetic gesture towards Stark and Polaris, then dragged Iron Man from the Prime Universe away. He was still complaining, but the two quickly disappeared into the hall.
Stark watched him leave, while Polaris eyed him, seemingly feeling strange. Stark turned back to Polaris and said, "His mecha is equipped with an anti-magnetic interference system. It should be specifically targeted at you and your father."
"What?!" Polaris widened her eyes. "I knew they weren't up to any good! I need to go tell..."
"Calm down," Stark lowered his voice. "Your father must have told you not to have a conflict with them. Do you know why?"
Polaris flung her hand again: "Who knows! I never asked them to come help!"
"Because they're here to help. If you fight with them, no one will ever want to help you again. So even if they're temporarily ineffective and have a bad attitude, you have to tolerate it. But..."
Polaris looked at him, pursed her lips tightly, and said, "You're more like you're here to watch the show rather than help. You're not mutants at all and can't be on the same page with us. I've known this for a long time."
"No eternal friends, only eternal interests," Stark said. "Even mutants aren't completely of one mind, let alone other races. Expecting others to be friendly to you for no reason is impossible. They want to leverage you for prestige, and you can completely use them too."
"They've been here for two days and still haven't figured out how to deal with the Red Orchid Factory. Whenever our people suggest ideas, they say if our plan worked, the strike team wouldn't have been wiped out. But they keep stalling, and the Mother Module only grows stronger!"
Polaris anxiously grabbed her hair. Stark took a sip of his drink and then said, "Do you have any information on the Red Orchid Factory?"
"...I don't," Polaris said. "I don't understand those things. But Magneto and they should have it. I remember they said they've researched something, but I haven't seen it."
"Can you help me get the data?" Stark said. "That Iron Man's mecha is equipped with things prepared against you. He may not be fully committed, and might even be up to some tricks. His conclusions can't be entirely trusted. Perhaps I can take a look, at least provide an extra layer of assurance."
Polaris's expression was very gloomy. After a while, she came to her senses and then said, "I'll ask Blink to think of something. But according to Magneto, they're not entirely wasting time; that factory is extremely tricky. I've already given up hope on you scientists making any progress."
"That may not be the case, lady. The Central Universe's Solar System development plan has always been my responsibility, and the Mercury Base was established by me. Perhaps I can bring you some surprises?"