The Phoenix Force's shards were looking for a suitable host, but Luke, who knew this, didn't care.

  Even Apocalypse, the God of Mutants, was no match for him.

  Unless it's Dark Phoenix —— Jean Gray who traveled through time and space to come and fight him, there was nothing to be afraid of.

  Besides, Superman and Apocalypse had a big fight, so he needed to recuperate —— although that was just a pretext to relax a bit.

  However, after saving the world, it's no big deal to be lazy for a while.

  Therefore, Luke left the job of cleaning up the mess to Captain America, and he simply slept in the luxurious suite in Hotel Inferno.

  Unfortunately, this peaceful sleep didn't last long. A quick knock on the door woke him up.

  "Superman has to get up too."

  Luke shook his head and looked through the wall to see who was coming and helplessly said so.

  He slowly climbed out of bed and slowly opened the door, like a slow-moving old man.

  The knocking on the door was increasingly urgent and seemed to be in a constant rush.

  The more so, the slower Luke was.

  It took him 10 minutes to walk from the bedroom to the entrance, which almost killed the man outside.

  "Have you … been up all night?"

  Luke, in his robe, saw Howard standing against the wall, his legs weak, his eyes had two dark circles around them.

  The latter had disheveled clothes and disheveled hair as if he had been robbed.

  There was only a pair of shorts on the bottom half of his body and several visible scratches on his bare chest and arms.

  In terms of this image alone, it was more in keeping with a colorful group of people who had just joined a rave party and had been involved in a multiplayer match.

  "Let… let me in first…"

  Howard was stammering and stuttering, with a hint of fear on his face.

  It was as if some terrible beast was chasing behind him.

  Luke showed a subtle smile, then made room and helped Howard, who was struggling to walk, into the room.

  In just one night, he seemed to have lost several pounds, and his whole body looked frail.

  "Were you kidnapped by some Middle Eastern bandits and left to starve in a cave for a week?"

  Luke knowingly asked, and by the way, kindly handed a glass of milk to supplement Howard's nutrition.

  It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he now looked like he had been starved.

  Compared with the original self, he really looked a lot different.

  "It's terrible! It's Hell!"

  After drinking the milk, Howard looked scared, as if he remembered some horrible images.

  He crouched in the corner of the sofa, like a helpless girl who was repeatedly abused, with tears in his eyes.

  "What's the matter with you? Do I need to call the police? Howard Stark was assaulted and severely traumatized?"

  Luke lets out a gleeful laugh.

  When you walk by the sea, you will inevitably get your shoes wet.

  In the last trip to Paris, the vampiress didn't leave a deep enough shadow on Howard's mind.

  He wondered if this time, the succubus had made him understand that there was always a knife hanging above his head when he did these things.

  "Here's the thing …"

  Howard sobbed as he confided.

  He never expected that an encounter would turn into a catastrophe.

  ……


  ……


  Set the hour hand back to 8 hours ago.

  Wearing a flashy suit and cologne, Howard arrived at the room he had reserved.

  He had already finished making the arrangements. With rose petals sprinkled on the bed and the dim light of a few candlesticks, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

  Red wine, a great meal, plus the enchanting scent of lavender in the room.

  The corner of Howard's mouth hooked up, the mood was almost set, and the next step was … hehehe.

  At this thought, he felt a faint heat in his lower abdomen and a surge of energy waiting to be unleashed.

  Knock, knock!

  Hearing the knock on the door, Howard couldn't wait to open the door, and he pulled out the rose he hid behind his back.

  "You're a real charmer, Howard."

  The enchanting succubus took the rose, sniffed it, and then threw it away, hugging Howard, who was stroking his mustache.

  "So direct? You don't even want to talk about it?"

  Howard's heart jumped when he saw the succubus lift her leg and shut the door, a sight he had never seen before.

  Wouldn't it normally be better to start with a couple of drinks and a few words about sex to gradually bring the conversation to this point and then be honest with each other?

  "The … red wine?"

  Howard held the overly aggressive succubus in his arms and looked over at the two tall glasses placed beside the candlesticks.

  "I don't like to drink that."

  The succubus licked her lips and refused.

  "What about the stake?"

  Howard retreated to the edge of the bed, looking more like the passive party.

  "You're so cute, sweetheart. I just want to eat you now!"

  Then, there was the sound of clothes tearing off and sucking as they were whipped around in a lively melody.

  Twenty minutes later, Howard leaned against the bed with a satisfied expression and lit a cigarette.

  A new experience, a new technique, a new feeling …


  In a word, he felt good.

  "Howard, are you still okay?"

  The enchanting voice of the succubus reached his ears.

  How could a real man say no?

  Thirty minutes later, Howard was satisfied again and lit another cigarette.

  "Again?"

  Like a diner who hadn't eaten her fill, the succubus continued to order.

  Again, again, and again.

  "Wait!"

  Howard shouted weakly and volunteered for a truce.

  Then he ran out of bed and rushed to the toilet.

  "You know what? I didn't sleep, I didn't rest, I didn't even finish the cigarettes. For eight hours!"

  Howard said indignantly.

  The succubus of hell, didn't they pay attention to a sustainable progression?

  In the end, he kneeled on the bed.

  Looking ahead at what should be a tempting prospect, but it felt like a never-ending hell that could never be satisfied. It was simply despairing!

  ……


  ……


  "I see. You ran out of ammunition and food."

  Luke threw a sympathetic look. A succubus from Hell, were they something easy to sleep with?

  Let's just say that Howard was still too young and lustful to know the dangers of Hell.

  "I warned you. Boys should protect themselves when they're away from home."

  Luke tried to hold back his smile and made himself appear sincere.

  "I want to go back to New York, have a good rest, and concentrate on scientific research."

  Howard's eyes looked determined as if he had an epiphany.

  "No more sleeping with the succubus? I also specifically mentioned it to Mephisto. I told him to get more people of other races to add to the nuance in Hotel Inferno."

  Luke deliberately said so.

  "For example, centaurs, demonesses, female elves …"

  Howard shook his head vigorously. After 8 hours of hard work, he was numb.

  Women were just walking flesh that didn't move him in any way.

  "It seems you have really found yourself this time and came to your senses."

  Luke smiled with relief and turned to ask, "How about a female angel?"

  When the expressionless Howard heard that, although his body had been hollowed out, he still couldn't resist his inner impulse. He subconsciously showed a 'hehehe' expression.

  "You've got nothing left in you, and you're still thinking about angels?"

  Luke suddenly became speechless. Sure enough, the playboys were indifferent. It was hard for them to change their ways. They just occasionally drained that XP bar.

  …


  …


  "Caliban, Erik has a fever."

  In a motel near the highway in California, a mutant ran over and said so.

  "That boy, he's only holding us back!"

  Caliban took a sip of his beer and looked disgusted.

  If it weren't for Erik's rare talent, he would have left him.

  Magnetic control, if placed in the Middle East where the warlords were fighting, would be equivalent to a weapon of mass destruction!

  "Where can I find a doctor in this sh*thole!"

  Caliban spat, unable to think of a solution for a while.

  This mutant group was too conspicuous. Strangely dressed, with different skin colors and accents, they could easily attract attention from local residents and police.

  So, he temporarily found a motel and took control of the owner, and made it their temporary home.

  A few hours ago, Caliban learned about the 'explosion' in Nevada through the radio.

  He could tell that Apocalypse was probably a cold corpse by now.

  Then, his task became how to take these mutants out of the United States.

  Avoiding S.H.I.E.L.D's eyes and the police wasn't easy.

  "Is anyone there?"

  Outside the motel, a Ford sedan stopped.

  A couple with their children got out of the car. They pushed open the door and asked, "Hello … I'm sorry to disturb you."

  Seeing a group of strange people with different clothes and different skin colors in the hotel, the couple quickly withdrew.

  "Are you a doctor?"

  Caliban glanced at the ID hung around the man's neck, frowned, and asked.

  "Uh… I work in Monterey Park Hospital in Los Angeles."

  The man nodded his head.

  "Then come in and fix him."

  Caliban gestured to the buff man standing outside the door, who picked up the parked Ford sedan with one hand.

  Then, several people gathered around and blocked the couple's way.

  …