Creating Oasis:Mutant Dawn

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n business, asking for the moon and settling for the stars is a time-honored tactic. The same rule applied here.

No matter how wealthy Wakanda was, King T'Chaka was not going to pay the absurd sum of $250 million for a single straw substitute charm.

And Joseph knew that perfectly well.

It was all a part of the game—start with a ridiculous number, negotiate fiercely, and land somewhere acceptable for both sides. After rounds of back-and-forth, both parties eventually agreed: each straw substitute figure would cost 10 kilograms of Vibranium, with a limit of five figures per transaction, and trades occurring once every three months.

That alone would net Joseph 50 kilograms of Vibranium per quarter.

Just from the straw figures alone!

He didn't even have to spend a dime.

And that wasn't counting Wakanda's growing interest in purchasing the magic potions he'd introduced earlier—elementary level brews that cost Joseph virtually nothing but were worth a fortune to the uninitiated.

By the end of the negotiation, Joseph had managed what few had done before: he flipped the usual dynamic. Wakanda, often the one reaping profits from desperate foreign buyers, now found itself on the opposite end—the ones being harvested.

From King T'Chaka down to the Black Panther and his royal guards, everyone in the room wore expressions of reluctant admiration...and a hint of exasperation.

They had been played.

But they couldn't complain.

This wasn't some con. The substitute figures were real. Life-saving. Rare. Magical. Even with a known expiration of one year, they were simply too valuable not to buy.

Wakanda's warriors weren't just assets—they were national treasures. And this was about saving lives.

A few dozen kilograms of Vibranium? To them, it was like water off a duck's back.

After all, things are only expensive to those who don't have enough. For Wakanda, with its immense reserves, Vibranium was less a rare metal and more of a native currency.

So they agreed.

Joseph, already satisfied with the deal, wasn't done. With a glint in his eye, he turned to King T'Chaka and smiled.

"Now that we've settled our first deal, shall we talk about technical exchange?"

T'Chaka raised an eyebrow.

"Since Mutants and Wakanda will be working together long-term," Joseph continued smoothly, "why don't we each send a liaison officer? Someone who can help manage future communications and share research insight."

T'Chaka tilted his head thoughtfully.

A week ago, he would have scoffed at the idea. But now, after everything he'd witnessed—from magic potions to teleportation arrays—it no longer sounded absurd.

Joseph wasn't waiting for silence to settle. He continued, already having someone in mind.

"Mutant Academy—Xavier's School—is opening enrollment. We're short a few professors with scientific backgrounds. Wakanda has so many brilliant minds... how about loaning us one as a visiting professor?"

He glanced behind the Black Panther.

"Perhaps... Princess Shuri?"

Shuri blinked in surprise. "Me?"

At eighteen or nineteen, Wakanda's prodigy princess was already a scientific powerhouse. Joseph knew her potential well—nanotech, Vibranium engineering, and a mind to rival even Tony Stark. If there was anyone who could represent Wakanda's technological edge, it was her.

"You wouldn't need to stay there full-time," Joseph said warmly. "Just attend a few lectures, oversee the occasional collaboration, and act as liaison for any joint projects."

He turned to King T'Chaka. "Naturally, I'll also assign someone of equal caliber to work here in Wakanda."

King T'Chaka hesitated, clearly weighing the pros and cons.

But Shuri's face lit up like a child who'd just been told she could go to Disneyland. "I've been reading up on your school! Didn't it used to be in the middle of nowhere with a giant crater? Did you move it?"

Joseph chuckled.

"Yes. We've... upgraded."

Shuri leaned forward eagerly, peppering him with questions. "Your students all have superpowers, right? Are the professors Mutants too? Do you also teach traditional science and math?"

Black Panther gave her a warning glance, trying to silence her enthusiasm. But Joseph didn't mind.

He was about to answer when his phone buzzed.

A holographic interface materialized in the air—Alice's projection screen.

The caller ID read: Mr. Lan.

Joseph's eyes narrowed slightly. A grin crept onto his face.

Perfect timing.

"I think the opportunity I've been waiting for... has arrived."

He answered briefly, said nothing of substance, and hung up. Then turned to Shuri with a gleam in his eyes.

"Want to see something cool?"

"A show?" she asked, eyes sparkling.

"Something like that."

Shuri glanced at her father.

T'Chaka hesitated again.

But what truly caught his attention was how Joseph's device had managed to bypass Wakanda's signal-blocking technology. The energy dome was supposed to prevent outside contact, yet here was Joseph receiving calls like it was any ordinary day.

Which could only mean...

Mutants didn't just possess a magical civilization.

They also had tech that could rival Wakanda's.

That sealed the deal.

With a reluctant nod, T'Chaka granted permission.

Shuri squealed with delight.

"Then it's settled," Joseph said cheerfully.

He stomped lightly on the ground, igniting a red flare. Flames rose, drawing intricate symbols on the ground—forming a teleportation circle directly linked to Xavier's School.

Within moments, the light glowed brightly and materialized a new figure.

Tall, regal, dressed in flowing leather with white hair that cascaded down her back—Storm had arrived.

"Allow me to introduce Professor Ororo Munroe," Joseph said. "She'll be in charge of Wakanda relations going forward."

Storm offered a warm smile, then spotted someone behind King T'Chaka.

Her smile faltered.

"T'Challa?"

"Ororo?" Black Panther blinked in disbelief.

The room shifted. Clearly, there was history here.

T'Chaka narrowed his eyes.

So Joseph had sent someone with ties to the prince? Coincidence? Or another smart move?

He said nothing.

Meanwhile, Joseph and Shuri stepped into the teleportation circle and vanished.

Joseph and Shuri reappeared on the main field of Xavier's School.

The teleportation array had been relocated from Joseph's private room to the open campus grounds—a new welcoming center for incoming students.

Waiting for them were Professor X, Shadowcat, and Wolverine.

Wolverine puffed lazily on a cigar.

"Well, well. Our part-time principal returns. How's the vacation going, Joseph?" he teased.

Joseph smirked. "If that's how you see it, Logan, I suppose you've been hard at work?"

Logan shrugged. "We sent out all the enrollment info. Guess how many signed up?"

Professor X frowned.

Joseph didn't need to guess. "Let me guess—none?"

"Zero," Logan confirmed. "Not even a nibble."

Professor X sighed. "It seems our public campaign has had limited impact. People still fear the idea of an open Mutant academy. We may have overestimated the shift in public sentiment…"

"I don't think so," Joseph replied calmly. "The image of the X-Men is out there. The idea of Xavier's School is planted. But the Mutants who've seen our admissions flyers... they hesitate."

"Why?" asked Shuri curiously.

"Because exposure means risk," Joseph explained. "For them, signing up isn't just a school application—it's outing themselves. Revealing their identities. That takes more than a pamphlet. It takes trust."

"And trust must be earned," Professor X nodded thoughtfully.

Joseph looked directly at him.

"That's why I called you here. Because that trust-building moment? It's arrived."

Shadowcat stepped forward, already prepared.

She held up her phone. A holographic screen displayed the evening news from Global Daily.

"Second Hulk Emerges! New York in Chaos Again!"

The footage showed a massive green creature battling military forces, leaving devastation in its wake. Civilians screamed. Buildings crumbled. Emergency services were overwhelmed.

Another headline read:

"Twisted Covenant City Flattened! Civilian Deaths Skyrocket!"

Professor X and Wolverine's faces darkened.

"This is bad," Logan muttered.

Joseph gestured, and Shadowcat tapped her screen again.

This time, they were looking at the Mutant-only news channel: Daily X.

There was only one video—the original X-Men documentary.

But what caught their attention was what had replaced the comments.

A single phrase, repeated tens of thousands of times:

We need X-Men!

We need X-Men!

We need X-Men!

The comments were multiplying by the second.

"This," Joseph said, "is the moment we've been waiting for."

He continued as the others remained stunned.

"In the past, when disaster struck, the public blamed Mutants. But now? They're calling on us to help."

"The narrative has changed."

Professor X's eyes glistened.

Under Joseph's leadership, perception had shifted.

This wasn't just a plea for help.

It was acceptance.

They were no longer the villains.

They were the heroes.

"Public opinion is a storm," Joseph said. "And now, we ride that storm."

Logan's fists clenched in excitement.

"Scott and Jean?" Joseph asked.

Professor X didn't hesitate.

"Logan, get them. We leave now. I will lead the team personally."

Joseph's smile widened.

The X-Men were back.

And the world was ready for them.

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