"Can you tell me who my father is now?"
Quicksilver, eager to know his father's identity, asked expectantly after stating the limits of his abilities.
"Here, take it.
It not only has your father's name but also his picture."
Ron pulled a folded piece of paper from his embrace and, keeping his promise, smiled and handed it to him, saying meaningfully, "After you see it, it won't be difficult to know who your father is."
"Great, thanks."
Quicksilver, overjoyed, flashed his body and impatiently used his ability to snatch the paper, not noticing the hidden meaning in Ron's words.
"He is indeed fast."
Emma, standing nearby, sighed in surprise.
"I almost believe he can reach twenty times the speed of sound."
At a distance of over ten meters, she couldn't even see Quicksilver's movements, let alone his afterimages. Quicksilver's body subtly flickered while he remained seated, and the paper was in his hand.
"Don't underestimate him. Although he is only ten years old, if he wants to do something to someone, perhaps only two or three people on Earth can stop him."
In the X-Men Universe, most Mutants are ordinary people apart from their abilities. Quicksilver is the only one with extreme speed, and almost no one can keep up with his speed, making him nearly invincible.
"And my boss, you, are among them, right?"
She laughed softly.
Ron smiled but said nothing.
Ability points: 36,000.
After dropping by nearly one hundred thousand, and a brief warmth throughout his body, he gained Quicksilver's ability.
With his nearly infinite genetic carrying capacity, what would have been an agonizing genetic modification for others, even if they survived, felt only like a slight warmth to him.
He tried to activate it.
Buzz!
The next moment, it was as if everything stopped.
Ron entered a strange perspective.
The blinking icons on the game console stopped.
Outside the window, close to the ground, a robin rapidly flying by paused mid-flap, suspended in the air, with every feather on its raised wings clearly visible.
Inside the room, the steam rising from a hot cup of Water seemed to stop moving, maintaining its shape from the previous second.
Time, which flows ceaselessly, seemed to have been paused, becoming still.
The World was like being encased in a giant amber, with all things solidified and stagnant, except for him.
"Moving too fast creates an effect similar to time stopping."
Ron withdrew his gaze from Emma, who was frozen like a wax figure with a smile on her lips, and understood in his heart.
He didn't show ecstatic joy or impatiently get up to check his speed after gaining Quicksilver's ability. He simply maintained this state and looked around.
The confirmation of his speed could wait.
"I suddenly understand why sometimes speedsters, like Superman and Flash, can be ambushed by people much slower than them, or even by ordinary people."
After 'a while,' he understood in his heart.
A nearly static World is too boring.
If a speedster constantly activates his ability, then even a casual two-sentence conversation with someone would feel like several months of relative time.
A simple "Good morning" to a girlfriend in the morning would take a 'half-month' to hear completely.
If this perspective were always on and couldn't be turned off, the speedster would likely go mad from discomfort and loneliness in no time.
"It seems I can partially deactivate the ability, only maintaining extreme reaction speed."
Ron was initially familiarizing himself with his newly acquired ability.
Super speed, super-temporal perception, and everything else would be turned off, only maintaining extreme reaction. In an emergency, he could activate the ability, allowing him to not affect his normal life.
He partially deactivated his ability and looked at Quicksilver, who was opening the paper.
Time seemed to resume its flow; the bird outside flew past, and the steam above the teacup seemed to 'break free' from its restraint, continuing to drift.
"Father…"
Quicksilver, with a nervous heart, did not immediately open the folded paper at super speed. With movements slower than an ordinary person, he gradually opened it.
What would Father look like? Would he be tall and thin, as imagined, or a bit sturdier?
The person who could give birth to him surely wouldn't be a slow-moving Fat Man, right?
The folded paper was finally opened, and upon seeing the content, he scanned it twice in disbelief.
"Huh?"
Quicksilver's eyes widened, and he looked at Ron with shock and anger, displaying the paper's contents and pointing at the face as he asked, "Is this my father?"
"Yes."
Ron nodded.
He strongly felt he had been deceived: "This is not my father!"
"No, I say he is your father."
He slowly nodded affirmatively, in an emphatic tone.
"Don't lie to me, I've seen this thing you gave me over a thousand times."
Quicksilver angrily pointed outside.
"It's everywhere in town. There's an identical one pasted on that utility pole at the end of the street, dozens of meters away."
He nervously unfolded the paper in his hand, only to see a wanted poster with a familiar face on it.
It was a wanted poster for Magneto, the biggest Terrorist in the World.
It was because of that hateful guy exposing the existence of Mutants that he and his mother and sister had to move from their familiar neighborhood.
"Uh, actually, it's not exactly the same. This is precisely the one from the utility pole at the end of the street."
Looking at the angry little guy, Emma, standing nearby, carefully pointed and said with a smile.
She had personally witnessed Ron temporarily stop his car when he arrived, having someone peel it off the pole and bring it to him.
"??"
Quicksilver, his face full of question marks, angrily threw down the wanted poster, even more convinced of his suspicions.
"You even lie to children? I've never seen an My Lord like you!"
"If this is a lie, it's very easy to expose, isn't it?"
Facing the doubt, he slowly spread his hands and calmly said.
The young Quicksilver froze, then reacted.
It seemed to be true; his mother was still alive, and he could get the answer with just one question.
No one would tell a lie that could be exposed so easily.
"But…"
"Could it be… I…"
"That's right, you are Magneto's son."
Ron nodded, helping him say what he had struggled to utter for a long time.
I have to say, I used to think Magneto was pursuing his enemies alone in Shadow and pain, but when I thought of Quicksilver, I realized I might have misunderstood.
Magneto's life was quite comfortable; while pursuing his enemies, he didn't forget to have affairs everywhere, and his serious and cold demeanor gave people the wrong impression.
"My… My father is a Terrorist?"
Quicksilver couldn't believe it.
Knowing who his father was, he felt no joy at all.
"How could my father be a Terrorist?"
His voice grew louder, as if he couldn't accept it.
"Correction, he is the biggest Terrorist in the entire World, in human history." Emma said.
Does adding that title make it more impressive?
Quicksilver, about ten years old, broke down, his mouth twitching.
"Uh, actually, you know."
Remembering that Ron had just said he used to be friends with Magneto, implying that they were no longer friends or perhaps even enemies, he swallowed and quickly forced a smile, saying, "I've never seen my father since I was little, and I have no feelings for him. He abandoned me and my mother when I was young.
I wanted to know who my father was, merely to get revenge on him.
That's right, just to get revenge on him."
Quicksilver spoke more and more smoothly, finally shouting emotionally in his childish voice, "I will never coexist with evil!"
Righteously declaring that he was not aligned with the Terrorist Magneto, and that he had no connection whatsoever to Terrorists.
"Boss, this child is too mature."
A little dumbfounded, Emma turned to Ron, feeling he was overly mature.
"Speedsters cannot be measured by ordinary people's time."
Ron said with a smile.
If Quicksilver wanted to, he could easily learn in a year what others might take decades or even a century to learn, so it was quite normal for him to be much more mature than his peers.