Leaving the previous era, Eric struggled to struggle in the gaps in space and time.

Here is the interweaving of infinite light and shadow, sometimes a rotating nebula, sometimes a dead and quiet darkness, and some pictures often pop up in the void. It was a scene that attracted widespread attention from the world at a certain period. They were engraved in the hearts of the people and became one of the microcosms of that era.

In this vast ocean of time, the only thing that can guide Eric is the power lurking in the era when he came. The building, which was originally used as a tool for amplification, now transformed into a lighthouse, providing coordinates for him who was wandering in the void.

At this time, there is no other tool to help him move forward faster, but the new power after the fusion of will and magnetic field can be used in this light and shadow.

Thoughts expand, and power surges in all directions. If it is in the real world, Eric can destroy a 10,000-ton ship, but in the long river, he can only move forward for a short period of space. This is not only the relationship between the depth of power, but more importantly, the mastery of the laws of time and space. Just like when a strong man stands in the ring, he can knock his opponent away with one punch, but the same force exerted in the water will only cause him to spin around in the spot. This is because in different environments, moderate use of power can lead to go further, rather than simply the consumption of competition.

Even though he was so careful, he was still extremely difficult to move forward. His first time travel was even more complicated than he thought. It was an area he had never been exposed to before. The endless turmoil is the main theme here, and their impact on the body is second, and the squeezing of the soul is the most troublesome.

Sometimes, if Eric is not careful, he will feel his memory disappearing a little, probably when he touches some vortex and traps himself in. Fortunately, most of the disappearances are insignificant details, and the truly precious memories still exist in his mind. There is no sign of missing. This is because he is not a native of this world. Some people see his arrival, but no one knows his past.

His past only stayed in the world of the Lord God, and the era when he came was not yet close.

What he has to do now is learn to swim in this long river of time. Although he used to be a bird soaring in the sky, now he might as well experience the feeling of becoming a fish.

Only in this way can he return to his own era smoothly.

As the discontinuous river drifts, Eric can gradually feel the fluctuations under the appearance of light and shadow through the exploration of his mind. They are obscure and abnormal. But they are not irrespectful, but are acting at a special frequency. It seems very fragile, as if they can twist them into pieces with a light grip, but in fact they are extremely persistent. The invisible fluctuations play a stubborn role at the established frequency. You can push them away, but the existing trends will still push them back to similar tracks.

Observe, feel, touch, think... This is his only pleasure in the drifting stream. Anyway, there is no passage of time here. It itself represents the collection of time, so the lonely time traveler is not anxious except loneliness. As long as he can successfully reach the other side, all his efforts will be rewarded.

Thoughts waving. Touching the light everywhere, the coordinates seem to be far and near, and sometimes even diverge, but with its positioning, Eric can be sure that efforts are not in vain.

Just as he was wandering, he suddenly encountered some abnormal existence, and a strange feeling spread along his thoughts and reacted to himself.

Eric felt his soul shake for a moment, and he seemed to touch an invisible barrier.

This was the first time he had touched an existence that was not swayed by the tide of time. It was like a person floating in a river who suddenly caught the erect reef and finally jumped out of the water to see the surrounding scenery.

The thoughts slowly projected out. This time he finally saw something clearly. In front of him, it was not a solidified existence, but a deep rift. After the rift, there was indescribable darkness and depth. It was like a giant snake entrenched in the universe, devouring galaxies, and destroying the world. Just a glance would cause people to tremble uncontrollable from the depths of their souls, but at the same time there was an indescribable attraction, as if there was a faint and beautiful singing voice floating in the far-reaching world.

At this moment, Eric forgot the lighthouse that sent messages from the other side, forgot that its power was about to dry up, but just squinted his eyes and looked at the other end of the rift with all his heart. After the vastness and boundless depth, an extremely familiar feeling entered his mind. Now he finally knew how far away the Lord God is from this new world.

A hard-to-discover thread passed through the crack and penetrated from the other end to the long river of time and space here. What it connected was the soul of the time traveler. Through this silk thread, the power of the Lord God slowly and firmly penetrated into the new world, and Eric was its switch.

When Eric discovered this, he realized something.

The wonderful singing voice became clearer and clearer with illusory fluctuations, and the darkness hidden behind it was endless. Just as the light of the lighthouse on the other side was flickering and was about to go out, Eric finally woke up. He decisively chose the closest part of light and shadow to integrate into it.

When I opened my eyes again, another era has arrived.

In Washington, DC, the CIA secret research and development base, a dark blue car stopped far away in front of the building and walked out of several people.

The leader was a fat man wearing black-rimmed glasses. He pointed to the young man next to him and introduced him proudly.

"Welcome to my base," he said. "My duty is to study the superpowers used for defense or attack, our enemy, no matter what he did before, and now he works with the Soviets, and I need your help to stop them."

"That's great, so are we now considered the mutant department of the CIA?" the young man next to him asked excitedly.

"It's almost the same." The fat man paused and replied.

Under his leadership, this group of young mutants walked into the base, witnessed the most advanced supersonic aircraft, and accidentally broke Hank, a genius researcher who was also a mutant but unknown, and then with his help, he created an instrument to enhance brain waves to enhance telepathy.

The user is the young Charles Xavier.

"It can help us find more mutants." The fat man looked out the window and a spherical building was located on the flat green field not far away.

"I thought you found them all." Charles spoke whispers and turned around and saw his companion wearing black silk shirt coming over.

"Eric?" He shouted happily the name of his new companion he met not long ago. "Have you decided to stay?"

The young man with the same name as Magneto nodded slightly. His appearance looked very similar to that of a time traveler, but there was more tyranny and persistence hidden in his eyes.

"If there is a new species, it should be discovered by its own kind." This Eric looked at Charles and then the person in charge here. "Charles and we are here to look for mutants, not you."

"This is my base, Mr. Langthel." The head of the fat fat was very upset. "And it was Charles' decision. Charles didn't mind the CIA's involvement, didn't he?"

Charles Xavier looked over deeply, and read his mood from Ransell's blue eyes, so he gave up his original opinion.

"Sorry, I agree with Eric, we should find them."

He looked at his companion. The companion smiled slightly, and a rare tacit understanding arose in their hearts at the same time.

Perhaps from this time on, Professor x and Magneto formed a friendship for decades to come.

At this time, the time traveler was not aware that there were groups of people who were planning to search for mutants and gather them together. He was walking aimlessly on the streets of Washington, gradually approaching the National Mall.

At this time, there were no pedestrians nearby, only the towering monuments, and the Capitol Building a little further away. Only there was a little more lively.

During the long river of time, the energy of the coordinates was exhausted and fell into dormant. Eric had to temporarily integrate into this era to avoid losing direction, but when he came to this era, he realized that he had lost his goal.

This was the first year when the professor and Magneto met in 1962, and it was also the year when they parted ways. The mutants made their debut in the Cuban missile crisis. They then became the common target of attack by the two powerful countries. From this year on, they determined the suffering of mutants in later generations. Previously, they were only unconsciously persecuted by the people or small-scale research. After this incident, the country and the company suddenly discovered the threat and value of these talented superpowers. From then on, it was not until the era when Eric came that he personally reversed the situation.

The situation has been decided, and Eric does not intend to change in this era. No matter what the reason is, this is not his era.

He will leave eventually.

Slowly walking, he came to the Smithsonian Museum, where there happened to be an exhibition hall about Captain America's deeds.

The star-striped flag fluttered, and the familiar man carrying the shield appeared in front of him again, but this time it was in the picture.

As a personal experience of that time, Eric had a unique feeling.

"The story of Captain America is a story of glory, courage and sacrifice."

"Steve Rogers was selected by a unique project that made him the world's first super fighter..."

Walking in the exhibition hall, scenes of past events flowed through my eyes, and familiar figures kept appearing.

Steve, Bucky, the members of the Roaring Commando... came back to him one by one, and Eric admired their appearance, as if he had returned to the previous era.

Until the person he cared about appeared.

"That winter, a blizzard trapped half of us in the German defense..."

This was a video recording in 1953. Carter on the screen had begun to become another person, with only bright eyes still. Eric sat quietly on the bench in the miniature screening room, watching his woman telling history, and his mood became more and more dazed.

Now he finally realized the loneliness of the time traveler. Sometimes he wished that Carter was a person from the Lord God's world and could be taken away by him, but this was impossible. In the long river of time in this new world, she was the only existence.

Eric looked at the screen in a daze until the two newcomers broke his mind.

"I didn't expect to find a fellow man so soon." One of them chuckled. "Hello, I'm Charles Xavier, from the CIA mutant department, and this one is my colleague."

"Eric," another man whispered behind. "Eric Lanthel."
Chapter completed!