I Am in Marvel with Unlimited Cards

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**New York, The Xavier Institute**

Beyond the iron gates and railings, tangled with roses and vines, lay a green lawn, a fountain, and a classical Western-style academic building. 

Despite it being summer vacation, the school seemed unusually quiet, devoid of any human presence.

The main entrance of the academic building was tightly shut, with fallen leaves scattered on the steps, giving it an abandoned look as if no one had visited or disturbed it for a long time.

Today was an exception. With a burst of flames, two figures and a cat materialized in the courtyard.

"Azazel, how long has it been since we left the academy?" The leading blonde youth looked up at the academic building and asked softly.

The red-faced middle-aged man with the Garfield cat on his shoulder thought for a moment before quickly replying, "Master, it has been five years and one month since we were last here."

"Has it really been five years so quickly? Everything here is just as it was, only the people have changed... Let's go inside and have a look."

Caesar walked directly towards the tightly closed main entrance of the academic building, followed closely by Azazel. The Garfield cat on his shoulder looked around at the academy with a hint of surprise.

Back then.

After defeating the Hellfire Club's conspiracy and parting ways with the X-mutants team and Magneto/Raven, Charles decided to establish the Mutant Academy. Everyone, except Logan, stayed behind.

So even Future Logan was unsure of what had happened afterward which led Caesar and the others to leave the academy, leaving it deserted and forlorn.

Caesar reached the door and stopped, signaling with his eyes. Azazel, understanding, walked forward and knocked on the wooden door. After a moment of silence, a voice finally responded from inside, "Who's there?"

"I'm looking for the professor." Azazel continued to knock on the door.

"I told you not to come. There's no professor here!"

The door opened slightly, and the young man who answered, looking impatient, was taken aback when he saw Azazel and Caesar outside. His unfinished words were cut off, and his mouth hung open in surprise.

"It's you, Professor Caesar, Professor Azazel!"

The young man's eyes widened with excitement. Wearing glasses and with clean, sunny short hair, dressed in scholarly attire, he was none other than the research scholar Hank.

"Not welcoming us?" 

Caesar smiled. Hank quickly opened the door wide and ushered them inside. "Of course not! Charles said this will always be your home. Your rooms are still available, and I clean them daily."

"Charles." Caesar squinted and asked abruptly, "Is he still the same?"

"Well, it's hard to say."

Hank gave a wry smile and shouted up the stairs, "Charles! Professor Charles, come down quickly!"

"What's all the noise? And don't call me professor..."

Following the call, a disheveled man, reeking of alcohol, with a bottle of beer in hand and wearing slippers, stumbled down the spiral staircase.

"Professor." Azazel looked at the newcomer and sighed softly. Was this still the same youthful professor from before?

Logan was even more stunned. He had seen young Charles before, but even the paralyzed Charles of that time was a hundred times better off than this disheveled version.

"You are..." Charles, with bleary eyes, leaned on the railing, looking dazedly at Azazel and the others, and took another swig from his bottle.

Caesar looked at him calmly and said, "Charles."

Charles jolted, immediately sobering up, and stared at Caesar in shock as the bottle of alcohol dropped and shattered on the floor.

"Caesar, you're back."

"Yes."

Caesar nodded slightly and smiled. "Five years ago, the academy had just started a semester. With the Vietnam War beginning, many teachers and students were conscripted, and you fell into despair. You told me that you no longer needed mutant abilities, so even though you would lose your telepathy, you wanted to use drugs to forcibly heal your legs."

"Indeed, it is as you said."

Charles raised one of his legs with a forced smile, "You see, not only have my legs healed, but I no longer have to hear all those annoying thoughts. I can finally live a normal life."

"Is that really how you feel?"

Caesar looked at him and said, "I once said that there was only one person in this world who had the chance to catch up to my level of power and that person was not Erik, but you with your unlimited telepathy!"

"It's too late to say anything now." Charles tilted his head back, the faint light from the window illuminating his weathered face with a beard. "I've lost enough already— Raven, the students, and my legs..."

"Perhaps there are still things left to lose."

Caesar extended his hand, pointing to the Garfield cat perched on Azazel's shoulder. "Its existence is proof."

All eyes turned to Logan, who obligingly meowed.

**Ten minutes later**

In the second-floor lounge of the academy's academic building, Caesar and the others sat on the couch while Hank served hot sobering tea.

Charles looked at the Garfield cat on the table and said incredulously, "Are you saying that this cat is from fifty years in the future, sent by my older self to reverse the apocalyptic future?"

"If you don't believe it, you can read its mind directly," Caesar said with a shrug.

"No," Charles firmly shook his head. "Although it's hard to understand, I choose to believe it because it comes from you. Besides, I've lost my abilities now..."

"So Raven will be captured by government agents and used as an experiment?" Hank couldn't help but ask.

"According to what it says about the future, indeed," Azazel affirmed.

"Raven." Charles clenched his fists. At this point, the only thing he seemed to care about was Raven, who had betrayed him and left.

"So what should I do? Caesar, if you take action..."

"Sorry."

Caesar understood Charles's meaning and smiled, "I will still be just a bystander."

If possible, he didn't even want to interfere with the world's existing events.

"This is a headache," Charles said while holding his head in his hands, then noticed the Garfield cat, who was repeatedly tapping on the table.

"Is this... Morse code?" Hank soon realized the peculiarity and, unable to hide his astonishment, translated, "It's asking for a helper, the man who controls the magnetic fields."

Charles rubbed his temples and said, "You must be referring to Erik. Unfortunately, I can't collaborate with him again. Moreover, that guy is currently imprisoned in the most secure underground prison building in the U.S. Unless Azazel uses his powers..."

Azazel quickly waved his hand and said, "Master, if you don't let me take action, I won't dare to."

"You two teachers are just here to watch the show? The world is ending! Although it's only in the future," Hank retorted.

Caesar scratched his head and said, "At least the current situation is not beyond your control. Based on that, Azazel and I won't take action."

At this point, Logan continued to tap on the table, conveying his message:

"I know someone who can get through anywhere."

**(End of Chapter)**

I have finished translating IMUC (I Am In Marvel With Unlimited Cards) and have posted all the remaining chapters on Patreon. (https://www.patreon.com/c/marvel6395)