After a busy day, people returned to their rooms. It was already late at night, and Eric was still making equipment under the lights. He wanted to have a tool of his own like a professor who owned a brain wave search machine.

His room was now incredibly messy, with smooth tables filled with metal rods wrapped in wrapping paper, and thick sheets placed on the neat floor. He moved his bed out and replaced it with a flat round object the size of a mattress.

This is his invention, an auxiliary device composed of five-layer structures.

The upper and lower layers on the outermost side are made of relatively strong and corrosion-resistant metal. If Eric stands on top of it, it will not deform. It also prevents oxidation and attenuates ultraviolet rays, and can also avoid corrosion of water vapor or sweat.

The upper half of the second layer is made of many neatly arranged antenna arrays formed by unit oscillators. This layer determines how much it can increase the user's strength. When Eric uses it, those sharp oscillators will work in their arrangement.

The third layer supports the second layer.

The fourth layer is a thin silver plate, which can not only reflect and also be part of the feeder, which is connected to a spiral metal coil against the wall through the transmission line.

This structure is very simple, but it takes Eric's efforts and he must constantly make himself stronger to better support the mutant sky.

When he put the last wire into place, the simple-looking device was assembled. Eric gave it a very common name, called the amplification board, through which his power would be dozens of times stronger than in the past.

Under Eric's guidance, John can use his fire control ability, and Ororo also developed her electromagnetic shooting technique. Pitt is trying to apply his steel body to his friends, making them equally indestructible. Katie did not give up her efforts. She took her classmates through the solid again and again, even if she was injured.

Everyone works so hard, and as a mentor, Eric can certainly not fall behind.

Now he has to do an experiment to see if his ideas can be confirmed.

Eric took off his shoes and lay on the amplification board. The new tool quickly took effect. Inside it, many complex textures changed quietly. Metal sheets thinner than hair fell down layer by layer, changing directions like dominoes. Eric's power continued to grow through them in diversion and circulation, and finally gathered into a huge fluctuation and radiated through the spiral antenna.

Now Eric's feeling has completely exceeded the limitations of his body. He seemed to have left the flesh and soul, and he also became a free electron, jumping happily in the void. The copper wire connecting electricity was like a wide road for him, and he was driving the current through the various rooms in the academy at an extremely fast speed.

Baby was talking to Katie.

Alison is reading fashion magazines.

Pete was coaxing his sister to sleep.

John is still practicing his skills hard.

When Eric silently visited Ororo's boudoir, he boldly came to Qin's room.

Qin was wiping a frame when suddenly the silver knight next to her moved for a moment. She looked over alertly and then saw the silver-white little man standing up with his body stretched out.

Salute to you, my queen---the little figure's mouth vaguely made such a sound. It raised its chest and raised its head, raised its long rifle in its hand, and the front hooves of the horse under its crotch stood upright in the air, making a silent neighing.

"Eric?" Qin tentatively touched the little man. After seeing it nodded, her face smiled like a flower.

The last time he finished charging for the piano on the table, Eric's power left the portrait and stepped out of the academy.

An inconspicuous Chevrolet parked by the exterior wall of the academy and walked forward dozens of steps to the main entrance. Two men sat bored in the car, occasionally fiddling with the screen in front of them. The screen was observing the academy from all angles by receiving instrument signals.

"I'm talking man," one of the men said to his companions while eating. "What the hell are we doing here? Are we following? There are no people coming and going here."

"To be honest, I don't know either." His companion replied. "Anyway, the boss only asked us to put the instruments in order to record the situation inside. As for the rest, I don't want to know at all. There are a group of monsters living in the wall. If it weren't for the above asking me to choose any of them between going to Africa or coming here, I wouldn't want to come at all."

"A nasty mutant, isn't it good to hide in the gutter honestly? I have to jump to the ground, so that I can't go home in the middle of the night." The man complained, grabbed the collar and smelled it, and started scolding with disgust. "Damn it, I can't take a shower for several days in a row, and I've become smelly."

His companions were too lazy to pay attention to him and turned to the side and refused to speak.

"Do you want some beer? Light wine is more beneficial to health than dark wine." The man said ravingly. "Look, I have a can of onion garlic-flavored baked mawaiian nuts from Monaro Maui, which are super nutritious."

He said as he opened the can of border specialties. Before his companions could stop this dangerous move, the terrible smell of sulfur compounds had already spread in the car. The unlucky companion could no longer bear it. He cursed and pushed the door and got out of the car.

"You should try something new. I heard that this thing can make people unable to fall down." The man quickly filled his stomach while eating and drinking. Only then did he realize that his companion had not moved for a while.

"Hey?" His head stretched out from the car window, and it was quiet outside, and the companion seemed to disappear silently into the boundless night.

The man felt a little scared and quickly grabbed a pistol and opened the car door.

"Man, are you here?" he asked softly, the silent night made the sound very loud, and he was startled by himself as soon as he said it.

Before his heartbeat calmed down, he saw the man who was leaving lying on the ground behind the car with white eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" He thought his companion had epilepsy, so he rushed over. As soon as he bent down, he felt a figure pass by and jump onto the rear of the car.

"Jiriha...", the figure was very irritable. It made a series of metal friction sounds that were meaningless, and then waved his hand and slapped him in the face. A series of slaps immediately made his eyes look like stars.

In a trance, he saw a fat figure with silver glow, with an orange-yellow mouth, feet and webbeds, wearing a Fonterroy sailor suit, and barely wearing nothing underneath.

"God, am I attacked by Donald Duck?" With the last ridiculous thought, he fainted like a companion.

Kill the opponent, the duck slapped his wings proudly, twisted his butt and jumped up, turning into a colorful smoke and dissipating in the air.

Eric took the power and turned the duck into a gust of metal dust, and moved towards a wider field again.

He had already covered the entire street, and then the entire town. The steel balls he usually left with his power mark have now become his coordinates, quietly lit up in the space that only he could see. The light of each steel ball represents his power invading an unknown area. He invaded the world of magnetic force like the ancient Mongols, with the craziest attack, unscrupulously until he held the entire Westchester in his hands.

At this time, his power had reached its peak, and it stretched to the extreme like a tight crossbow. So he shot a shocking shot and leaped violently towards the south. Xingchi instantly crossed the distant space like lightning, until the famous statue with the torch in one hand and the code in the other hand appeared in front of him.

Swimming high in the sky, admiring the lights of thousands of houses below, Eric swept across the thick exterior walls like an invisible wind. Occasionally, he would have to force too much, causing some power outages, but he didn't care. Now he was at the end of his strength, and an invisible rope firmly held his feet, so he could only let him relax for a while.

While wandering, a woman wearing light blue pajamas and blond hair with damp hair entered his feeling from afar. It was the invisible woman Susan who had been together for two years. She was sitting on the balcony of a building with a depressed face, watching the traffic flowing down countless times smaller below, playing with the necklace in her hand, and accidentally falling off the chain.

Seeing Susan slapping the railing in annoyance, Eric smiled softly, and he jumped down to chase after the falling chain disappeared in front of the night, then rose up and sent it back to the surprised master.

Susan took the chain in a daze, and then remembered that it was unreasonable. She alertly protected her chest and looked outside carefully for a while, but found nothing. Eric had already left her side and flew towards the deepest night sky.

Now he is a free bird, flying freely among the buildings rising from the ground. When he is happy, he rushes to the ground and circles around people. The strange phenomena brought by the magnetic field will make waves of exclamations. When he is unhappy, he forcefully crosses the building, causing the lights to turn lights and darken. Sometimes he sees excited thugs rushing towards innocent women, and then bend their daggers and put them at their own feet. Sometimes he feels bored, so he shakes the railings hard, so that they move without wind and emit a percussion-like rhythm.

At this moment, the whole city is his playground, and no one can stop his happiness except for the exhausted power.

Before the last wave of fatigue dragged him back, Eric hit a bullet shot at the old man by the robber, deflecting it, sweeping back like a tide of sea water in the astonishment of both sides.

"Eric, can you come?" Just as I opened my eyes on the amplifier, the professor's voice quietly rang in Eric's heart.
Chapter completed!