I, Emilia Smith, a mutant with passive mutant abilities.
The former Professor Xavier praised me for my exquisite talent.
I believed it, so I gave up literature and joined the military and became an X-Men.
Later I discovered that this person had to give an unconditional call to every mutant child he met.
Now, because every time I go into battle, I kill a thousand enemies and suffer eight hundred physical losses, I am forced to do logistics.
Well.
Well.
Well.
Today they did something without me, which made me feel miserable.
CP or something, probably Hank or Raven
Or the bitter heroine watches Hank x Raven
In short, the blue race is high.