I Am in Marvel with Unlimited Cards

In a place far beyond the reach of Kyle's main body, even beyond the gaze of Asgard's gatekeeper, lies a distant place.

This place is separated from the Marvel Universe by dozens of parallel worlds, but there is also an Earth in the Milky Way, with a similar culture and history of war, and it too is a new world not long after the end of World War II.

Summer, 1962.

In England, near Oxford University, in a modest pub that doesn't care about the identity of its patrons.

As night falls, the place begins to come alive. Citizens coming off work gather here for a few drinks, to relieve the stress of the day, or perhaps to hope for a meeting or a night of pleasure.

A blonde woman sat on a high stool at the bar. Her long, wavy blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. Though her looks were only above average, her eyes - one blue and one green - gave her an unusual, striking beauty.

At that moment, the blonde woman looked around the bar, seemingly searching for someone. There was a mixture of anticipation and confusion in her eyes, which made her even more intriguing.

In a bar, a woman with a mysterious, melancholic aura is often a magnet for male attention...

"Heterochromia."

As the blonde woman continues her search, a young man with slicked-back hair and a suit approaches from behind and casually strikes up a conversation. "Your eyes are rare and beautiful- a reflection of the beauty of life through gene mutation."

Amy turned to look at him. She had to admit that the young man was very handsome and had a scholarly yet calm demeanor. His demeanor and speech were like that of a renowned professor speaking in a cathedral.

Seeing Amy turn to him, the young man smiled and introduced himself: "My name is Charles Xavier, but you may call me Charles.

A few feet away, a tall woman disguised as an ordinary person named Raven cast a slightly disgruntled glance at Charles.

"My name is Amy. I must say, your way of hitting on a girl is rather unique." Amy turned away, feeling slightly disappointed. "If it were any other time, I wouldn't mind you buying me a drink and chatting with me. But tonight, I'm afraid that's not possible.".

"Are you waiting for someone?" Charles seemed intrigued. He had a habit, perhaps a flaw, of wanting to delve into and understand the secrets hidden in people's minds, probably a byproduct of his mutant abilities.

He placed his left hand on the left side of his temple, preparing to read Amy's mind with his powers, when suddenly the wooden door of the bar creaked open.

Another person entered the bar. Given that it was late at night in a busy part of town, it was normal for people to come and go.

But as the newcomer entered the bar, the entire atmosphere fell silent, and it was as if everyone's attention was drawn to this person.

"Hmm?"

Both Charles and Raven looked towards the entrance, where a tall, handsome blond teenager had just entered.

Yes, tall and handsome. Those words are often overused, but the teenager before them was the very definition of those words.

The blond teenager stood about six feet tall with a tall, broad-shouldered frame, like a sculpture carved with golden proportions. His long, casual outfit clung slightly to his muscular frame, and his exposed skin had a healthy, tanned tone.

At first glance, his appearance was above average, but the more you looked, the more attractive he became. There was a hidden masculine energy about him, along with an indescribable presence a certain "aura.".

The reason he was called a teenager and not a young man was because he looked so young, probably around eighteen, truly a youth in his prime.

"Newman, get me a brandy." His voice was magnetic and powerful. Ignoring the curious looks of others, the blond teenager walked straight up to the bar and casually waved to the bartender, indicating that he was clearly a regular at this establishment.

As soon as he entered, all the women in the bar, their faces glowing with excitement, ignored their companions and began to steal glances at him. The men, on the other hand, clenched their fists, seeing him as their number one rival.

I've been waiting a week, and he's finally here." Amy's beautiful eyes sparkled as she looked at the teenager, barely restraining herself from approaching him immediately.

Miss Amy, the person you're waiting for... it wouldn't be him, would it?" Charles asked, his mouth twitching slightly.

"Who else would I be waiting for? You?" Amy rolled her eyes at him.

"I'd advise you not to get involved with him, or you might not even have bones left afterward." Charles said, patting his forehead, while Raven, standing beside him, nodded in agreement.

Amy turned back to Charles and looked at him. "You know him? Doesn't seem like it. How could a refined gentleman like you know someone as pure and sunny as that young man?".

Pure and sunny..." Charles was at a loss for words. If only the beautiful woman before him knew that the first time he tried to pick up a girl, it was this young man who coached and encouraged him. He wondered what she would think.

"Caesar." Charles finally couldn't resist and called out the young man's name.

"Oh?"

Caesar, hearing his name, picked up the brandy the bartender had handed him, took a small sip, and then walked over to Charles and the others. He looked at Charles and Raven in turn. "Charles, Raven. Long time no see.".

He had known Charles was here all along, but didn't want to interrupt his attempt at flirting.

Caesar, it's been years, hasn't it?" Raven nodded at him, not at all surprised or startled that Caesar recognized her even after her shapeshifting disguise.

Caesar had always been capable of such things.

Whether it was Raven, who could shape-shift at will, or Charles, who could read minds, the one person they could never quite figure out was Caesar, who had lived under the same roof with them for ten years.

His background, his age, his abilities - everything about him remained a mystery.

But at least Caesar wasn't an enemy. On the contrary, he was both a mentor and a friend to them, more like a child and an ordinary person. He lived his life according to his whims, with no apparent plans or dreams for the future.

Give these two a pint of bitter beer and a juice each," Caesar instructed the bartender, pointing to Charles and Raven. Then he placed his brandy on Amy's table. "If you don't mind, you can try this first.".

With just a few words, Caesar took control of the situation, showing a maturity far beyond his years. This left Charles deeply embarrassed and the women in the bar sleepless that night.

"Of course... I don't mind." Amy blushed, sitting back in the chair, holding the glass in both hands, already falling for him.

"Flirting with a girl right in front of me is not very nice. It tarnishes my reputation as the 'Nightclub Professor.'" Charles said, annoyed at how Caesar had stolen the spotlight, then suggested, "What have you been up to all these years? It's been so long. Why don't you come back to my place tonight and we can catch up?".

No, I have plans tonight." Caesar chuckled and patted Charles on the shoulder. He pulled a hundred dollar bill out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Maybe next time, Charles. I'll come to your place." He waved goodbye and headed for the door as quickly as he had come.

"He's still the same," Raven said with a slight laugh, covering her mouth.

"Yes." Charles watched Caesar leave, then looked at the hundred-dollar bill on the table, shaking his head as he muttered, "As the saying goes in the East, he's like a dragon— you see his tail, but not his head..."

Before he could finish, there was a crash as a glass shattered on the floor beside him.

Amy, anxious to catch up with Caesar, rushed out of the bar, but when she pushed open the wooden door, all she saw was the busy street with no sign of Caesar.

On the rooftop of a nearby thirty-meter-tall building.

I never expected to see her again. It has been eighteen years since I came to this world...".

Caesar stood on the edge of the wall and looked down at the modern street below, feeling a wave of nostalgia.

That's right.

When Caesar attempted to return to his original time and space by traveling through the Quantum Realm to reunite with his main body, Kyle, an accident caused him to land in an entirely new world where he had already spent eighteen years.

His Superman body continued to repair and perfect itself, but he still hadn't found a way back. He wandered this world like a drifter.

This was the X-Men Universe. There was no Captain America, no Stark Industries, no S.H.I.E.L.D., no Avengers, no Hydra. It was a new world where mutants and normal people coexisted.

"The next place... I hope I can find a way back soon.".

Caesar glanced at the far edge of the night sky, then shot into the air, ignoring gravity. With a series of sonic booms, he rocketed into the vast night sky like a missile.

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