I Am in Marvel with Unlimited Cards

I have finished translating this fanfic, IMUC (I Am In Marvel With Unlimited Cards) and have posted all the advanced chapters on Patreon. (https://www.patreon.com/c/marvel6395). You can read all the advanced chapters there.

In Washington, amidst the ruins of the White House.

High-ranking American officials and military generals, representing the nation's greatest power, collectively bowed to Charles and the other Mutants in respect and gratitude. 

This scene not only stunned the armed soldiers watching but would also become a monumental moment in history.

The President raised his head and spoke with a guilty expression on his face, "I never imagined that one day, the greatest threat to us would come from the weapons we created ourselves, and those who would save us would be the very Mutants we once feared."

Trask, the creator of the Sentinels, remained bowed as well. The Sentinels he was so proud of had become weapons threatening the world. 

Now, not only had the Mutants he once hated saved them, but the Sentinels had been entirely destroyed by them. He had no reason to continue the Sentinel program.

The President glanced at Trask and then turned to Caesar and the others. "I cannot, as President, publicly acknowledge the Mutants, because for Mutants and humans to coexist peacefully without prejudice, there's still a long way to go."

"But I will do everything in my power to build a bridge of friendship between Mutants and humans."

He paused, then spoke sincerely, "Starting today, I will strictly prohibit the development of anti-mutant weapons, including Sentinels, and I will ban the military and certain underground groups from capturing, abusing, or discriminating against Mutants in society."

"I assume, Trask, you have no objections to this?" The President asked.

"None," Trask replied while shaking his head. He looked up at the X-Men members and said softly, "I'm sorry for everything I did before. From now on, the Sentinel program will be permanently terminated."

The X-Men collectively turned toward Logan. Everyone knew that Logan carried the mission of saving the future world— his existence in the present timeline was for this very moment.

Even Logan, as tough as he was, trembled slightly upon hearing this and exhaled a long breath he had been holding before muttering, "Sentinels... this nightmare, is it finally over?"

"Logan." Caesar walked over and patted his shoulder in comfort.

The President continued, "I will also convene meetings with Congress to propose laws that protect the rights of Mutants, allowing them to stand under the same blue sky as ordinary people, with opportunities and platforms to showcase their talents. I can't guarantee everything will be achieved perfectly, but you fought for us and we will fight for you, too."

"This is wonderful..."

Hank and the others were deeply moved upon hearing the President's words and their excitement was impossible to hide. 

How many Mutants in the world had waited for this day, when they could stand proudly in the light, showing their true selves without needing to hide behind false masks in the shadows?

After expressing his intentions, the President, along with the Congressmen and officers, left. The surrounding soldiers also began to withdraw, leaving the ruins of the White House to the group.

"Now it's finally over," The X-Men members sighed in relief. Suddenly, Logan collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably. Hank and Raven rushed to support him.

"Logan, what's wrong?" Charles used his mental powers to calm Logan's chaotic mind, asking with concern.

"I'm fine. Rogue can't hold on any longer. I've fulfilled my mission. The consciousness that was temporarily residing in this body must return— back to the future timeline where I came from."

Logan's face twisted in pain, his fists clenched tightly as his adamantium claws extended involuntarily. 

He suddenly remembered something very important and turned his eyes toward Caesar and Jean beside him. 

While struggling, he managed to speak in broken phrases, "Caesar... remember this."

"Be Careful… Jean…"

Before he could finish his sentence, the pain overwhelmed him, and he passed out in Hank's arms. Though his breathing was steady, and he was in no immediate danger, his aura had clearly shifted.

"Be careful of Jean?"

Caesar frowned after he heard Logan's words, lost in thought, though he didn't let go of Jean's small hand. Jean, lowering her eyes, seemed to be contemplating something as well, yet she also clung tightly to Caesar's fingers, unwilling to let go.

"Logan has returned," Charles said, seated in a wheelchair made of stones. He glanced at the others and continued to speak. "We should head back too."

"Head back where? Professor, the school was destroyed. I accidentally blew it up," Alex said apologetically.

Charles smiled. "It's alright. If the school is gone, we can build a new one. As long as we have each other, anywhere can be home."

"Professor." Hank, Alex, Nightcrawler, and the other young men were so touched they nearly teared up.

Raven chuckled and reminded them, "Didn't you catch what he meant? Charles is asking us to do the hard labor— saving on construction costs for rebuilding the school."

"Oh, right! Last time, I built the basement of the teaching building all by myself." Hank smiled wryly, glancing at Quicksilver and Alex. "At least this time, there's enough manpower to help."

"Just keep up with my pace," Quicksilver said arrogantly, brushing off his earlier frustration.

The X-Men members shared a moment of camaraderie, truly feeling like one big family.

Azazel approached Caesar and hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Master, I..."

Caesar smiled and said, "I understand. Go with them. You don't need to follow me anymore. You'd make a great teacher."

"Thank you, Master." Azazel nodded gratefully and turned to join the X-Men, having found a sense of belonging with them that he had never known before. 

Besides, now that Apocalypse was with Caesar, his teleporting skills were no longer needed.

"Let's go," Caesar said, glancing at Apocalypse, who nodded and opened a purple portal.

Just then, Jean gently pulled her hand out of Caesar's.

"Jean?" Caesar looked at her in surprise. The once quiet little girl now had a face full of resolve.

"Master Caesar," Jean said, biting her lip as she pointed at the X-Men. "I want to go with them. They're going to build a school, and there will be many Mutants there."

The X-Men were taken aback upon hearing the little girl's words. They barely knew Jean as she had always been like Caesar's little shadow. It seemed strange for her to choose to go with them.

The reason for her difficult decision was…

Caesar said nothing, staring deeply at Jean before suddenly pulling her into a hug. 

He patted her head and smiled. "So, your wings have grown, and you're ready to fly. Go ahead. Staying with me isn't great either— wandering homeless all day and night."

"Then, until we meet again, everyone. Hopefully, we'll cross paths in the future."

After letting go of Jean, Caesar turned decisively and walked with Apocalypse into the purple portal.

Only when his tall figure disappeared did the tears finally fall from Jean's small face before she muttered. "Until we meet again, Master."

(End of Chapter)