Logan changed his name to Logan.
Doesn’t that sound a bit cheesy?
But his last name isn’t Luo and first name Gen; rather, his first name is Logan and his last name is Howlett.
He could also be called James.
That’s right, doesn’t hearing this name sound very familiar?
Perhaps you might conjure up an image of Hugh Jackman’s face in your mind?
But it’s not.
Unlike every other Wolverine sporting Hugh Jackman’s face, he bears a face strikingly similar to Henry Cavill’s.
Yes, it’s that fleeting Cavillverine in the movie Deadpool & Wolverine, among the various Wolverines Deadpool encounters while constantly shuttling through Worlds to find a Logan who could replace the one in their Universe.
He seemed even more burly and even more hot-tempered than the other Wolverines.
He possessed the super healing factor, Adamantium skeleton and claws, and animal-level acute senses that all Wolverines have.
Plus one more thing—Beast-level strength.
Of course, besides his abilities, he also developed addictions to smoking, drinking, and motorcycles.
Doesn’t that sound cool?
If your life was a mess, and then you time-traveled and got a chance to start over, you might be very Happy.
But he didn’t think so.
Because his life before transmigrating was pretty good.
At a young age, he had already started lying flat, enjoying life almost every day, playing games whenever he wanted, and dating whenever he wanted.
No need to get married, no need to go to work.
Would you trade such a life even if an immortal offered theirs?
Well, let’s not kid ourselves, you certainly would trade it for an immortal’s life.
Well, although Wolverine is cool, and superpowers are cool, it sounds like you can do whatever you want?
Well, try it then, and you won’t even make a peep once you do.
Mutants also need to eat, drink, and shit, and Superman also gets headaches over mortgages.
Just like Logan now, penniless, his income and savings going either to smoking or drinking, or else modifying that damn heavy cruiser harley, which the original body loved most.
Therefore, he had no money to eat.
It had been 7 days since he transmigrated, and yesterday, unable to control his nicotine craving, he bought a box of cigars that the original body loved to smoke, spending the last bit of money on him, so annoyed that he wanted to tear apart that damn motorcycle.
But in the end, he couldn’t bear to do it.
“Sigh…”
Letting out a long sigh, Logan unscrewed his flask and took a hard gulp.
If it were before he transmigrated, just a drop would knock him out.
Now, it was nothing more than mouthwash.
He spent three days reluctantly accepting the fact that he had transmigrated and checking whether he had the standard golden finger for transmigrators, but came up empty-handed.
Then he spent four days, up until today, sorting out the original body’s interpersonal relationships, abilities, and general information about this World.
I have to say, it was extremely speechless—so speechless that he really wanted to go home.
Alas, although he had thought about it many times, he still couldn’t help wondering how his parents were doing, and who the college student he had just gotten his hands on would benefit.
Ring-ring——
The landline rang, and Logan picked up the phone, “Who is this?”
“Logan Howlett.” The voice on the other end of the phone was a woman’s, husky and magnetic; she certainly wouldn’t look bad.
“That’s me.”
“Your interview has passed. Please report to Stark Tower tomorrow morning at 9 sharp.”
“OK, wait, don’t hang up yet. I want to ask, can I get an advance on my salary?”
“…” Seeming to hear such a request for the first time, the other person was clearly stunned for a moment, and then he heard her say, “Yes.”
“Alright, thank you.”
After hanging up the phone, Logan rubbed his face, mentally f-cking this damn World.
Listen to that, Stark Tower.
Anyone who didn’t know would think this was the Marvel Universe from the comics.
In reality, who knows which bastard had too much time on their hands and imagined this stitched-together Universe.
Its main body was the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
Why was he so sure?
Because Stark had Downey’s face.
Then, the branches and tendrils of this main body were mixed with some movies he had or hadn’t watched before transmigrating, because some characters who shouldn’t have appeared were living perfectly fine in this World.
Known examples include: Norman Osborn, Eddie Brock, Charles Xavier, Eric Brooks, and—John Wick.
Isn’t it absurd?
This guy was living right next door to him now; his wife hadn’t gotten cancer yet, the two of them raised a French Bulldog, and the car they drove out was a ’69 Ford Mustang.
No matter how absurd it was, Logan couldn’t be bothered to think about what the future would hold; right now he was only thinking about how to find a stable job, satisfy his hobbies, and fill his belly.
The next day, at 8:30 AM.
Logan rode his motorcycle to Stark Tower.
After registering at the front desk, he followed the directions to the Human Resources office.
After filling out a simple form, he was led all the way to the 36th floor by the other person.
Pushing open the door, scattered fitness equipment came into view, and a boxing ring was placed right in the center.
“Mr. Stark, the person has been brought over.”
Tony, who was hitting the punching bag, slowly turned his head.
Seeing Logan’s build, he couldn’t help raising an eyebrow, “You’re really built. Hope you’re not just all show with dead muscles. Come on, spar with me. If you pass, you stay; if you don’t, go report to the security department.”
Logan hesitated upon hearing this, a little afraid that he wouldn’t be able to control his strength and would beat this future Iron Man to death.
“Mr. Stark, I think you could let me hit the punching bag first, and then we can make a decision?”
Tony didn’t commit, shaking his head at him.
Logan didn’t talk nonsense either, striding up to the punching bag and throwing a punch.
Bang——
Tony and the HR lady looked in astonishment at the punching bag shattered all over the floor, unable to help swallowing hard.
“Hired! Must be hired!”
Logan clapped his hands and said, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to eat some breakfast.”
In the lounge, three breakfasts were sent up.
Tony looked at the wolfing-down Logan in front of him, his mouth twitching, couldn’t help imagining that if he punched him, he would probably beat himself to death, right?
Having enjoyed a hearty meal, Logan comfortably lit a cigar, casually tossed one to Tony, and then leisurely blew a ring of smoke.
Picking up the cigar, Tony fiddled with it while saying with annoyance, “You guy, you don’t even have the awareness of a real bodyguard yet.”
Logan chuckled, “Mr. Stark, you should be Happy instead. With me around, it’ll be hard for you to get hurt in the future.”
Tony couldn’t help nodding upon hearing this, having to admit that the guy in front of him really had some skills.
If it hadn’t felt too presumptuous, he even wanted to draw a tube of blood from him to see what was going on with this guy and what he grew up eating.
Anyway, ever since Happy went back to his hometown to get married, he truly needed a qualified bodyguard.
Although the guy in front of him looked a bit casual in personality, that strength of his was solidly and genuinely powerful.
Just like that, on May 3, 2005, Logan officially became Tony’s bodyguard.
And on his very first day of work, Logan drew a month’s salary in advance—$200,000.
And in this year, the price of crude oil per barrel in the New York futures market was $33.78.
His income had already crushed many white-collar elites; who told his boss to have the last name Stark?
Perhaps Tony wasn’t the richest boss in the World, but he was a very generous boss.
Then why was he so generous?
Because almost all of his bodyguards had died, leaving basically only Happy.
Sometimes money wasn’t just paying your salary, it might also be money to buy your life.
After all, as the World’s largest weapons developer, the extent to which Tony was hated was almost self-evident.
If you don’t believe it, go ask that bunch of assassins at the Continental Hotel if they’ve ever accepted an anonymous commission regarding Tony Stark!