The Blackbird jet carried the calmed children back to Xaviers School.
A group of children who had not been abducted had already gathered around, asking their friends how they were doing.
Logan followed behind Jean and Ororo.
As soon as he got off the aircraft, he saw Scott, wearing his Cyclops visor, pushing Charles in a silver wheelchair coming toward them.
Watching Scott’s body tense up at the sight of him, he sneered inwardly, recalling that the conflict between the original body and this guy was none other than Jean.
Jean seemed to have some ambiguous, unspoken feelings toward the original body, which was also one of the reasons that led to arguments between Ororo and the original body.
As for Scott liking Jean, it was practically common knowledge, but unfortunately, Jean simply refused to make her stance clear.
Thus, the original body naturally ended up being hated by the guy without exception.
“Logan, long time no see.” Charles smiled gently, carrying the joy of reuniting with an old friend and gratitude for the rescue of the children, “We really owe it to you this time; otherwise, the fate of these kids probably wouldn’t be too good.”
“Instead of thanking me, you might as well thank Ororo.” Logan bit down on his cigar and raised an eyebrow.
This remark made Ororo blush uncontrollably, and also caused Jean to turn her head away in displeasure.
Charles chuckled, “Thanking you and thanking Ororo doesn’t make any difference anyway.”
Logan shrugged noncommittally.
Seeing that it was getting late, he took the opportunity to say goodbye, “The people are saved, and the matter is done. I should get going too.”
Just as he was about to turn around, Charles called out to him, “Logan, although I’ve said it many times, I still want to ask you: do you want to join the X-Men?”
Logan waved his hand without even turning his head back.
Watching his receding figure, Charles couldn’t help but sigh.
“Professor, there’s no need to waste your thoughts on him.” Scott’s tone carried a hint of disgust, “This guy has degraded himself, always cares only about his own business, and doesn’t give a damn about the affairs of our race. You’ve invited him so many times, and he has never agreed. Is there still any point?”
This remark drew a glare from Ororo and a cold look from Jean, yet this guy was completely oblivious to it.
“Scott, Logan is very special. One day you will understand why I’m doing this.” Charles said flatly, then fell into deep thought.
He had just tried to invade Logan’s mind, only to find himself blocked by an invisible psychic barrier, preventing his mental abilities from advancing an inch.
What did this indicate?
It indicated that Logan had gained mental abilities; otherwise, how could he possibly have blocked his Alpha-level telepathy?
You must know that a Mutant’s abilities are inherent, just like how the X gene inside his body only inherited a single memory—it was utterly impossible to spawn another ability.
Such a situation was something he had never seen before.
Therefore, he was extremely curious about what on earth had happened to this old friend.
Logan didn’t know that he had almost had his secret peeked into by Charles.
If he had known, he couldn’t help but harbor the thought of wiping the guy out.
Even though the other party had always presented himself as a benevolent elder, and even though the other party’s character wasn’t bad, he certainly didn’t dare to gamble.
Transmigration and his cheat code were his biggest secrets; once exposed, he would become the public enemy of all Mutants.
Returning to his home, Logan couldn’t wait to start researching his cheat.
Through his observation and research, he discovered that this thing would only react when in contact with an x-factor.
In other words, this thing only targeted Mutants.
Realizing this, he became pensive.
If he chose to absorb, it meant he could absorb the other party’s power.
But that didn’t mean he could fully acquire the other party’s power; an upgrade of the ability would also take place.
Then how to upgrade?
Perhaps the key lay in that “no” of the yes-or-no option.
Choosing “yes” meant you would absorb the other party’s power; choosing “no” meant this x-factor would be stored and used to enhance your existing abilities.
Thinking of this, his eyes lit up.
That being the case, he could completely choose the abilities he considered good to absorb.
As for the bad ones, he could convert them into something like points to improve his own abilities.
Over time, wouldn’t his powers all evolve to the Omega-level?
By then, would there still be any opponents for him in this Universe?
With longing for the future, Logan slowly drifted off to sleep.
Until the next morning, when his cell phone ringtone went off.
He groggily answered it and heard Tony’s voice coming from the other end, “Is my gold-medal bodyguard busy saving the World? It took you almost a day to answer my call! Do you know you’ve been truant from work?”
Logan only then remembered that he seemed not to have greeted Tony yesterday.
He clicked his tongue, “It’s just that I was too busy and didn’t have time to mention it.”
“Alright! Don’t let this happen again, hurry up and get over here, I’m about to attend a banquet!”
Logan put away his phone, scratched his messy hair, finished washing up and having breakfast, and then rode his motorcycle toward Stark Tower.
When the employer and employee met, Tony’s steps were still somewhat unsteady.
Logan, an old hand, could tell at a glance that this guy had been put through the wringer last night, and a teasing smile immediately appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Tony noticed the expression on Logan’s face and couldn’t help blushing, “What are you looking at, you guy.”
Logan shrugged, “Looking at how you overused your kidneys yesterday. One king and two queens wasn’t too easy, was it?”
Tony, having been exposed, wasn’t annoyed either, and cursed with a smile, “You think everyone is an animal like you? I’m a normal person.”
Logan smiled and shifted the topic to the dinner party, “Whose banquet is it today? Looking at your outfit, it’s quite formal.”
“The Potts family’s banquet.” A flash of unusual emotion flickered in Tony’s eyes, impossible to catch unless looked at closely.
Hearing this surname, Logan suddenly understood.
Was today’s banquet probably the opportunity for Pepper to enter Stark Industries?
Sure enough, following Tony to the banquet, Logan met this guy’s future wife, Pepper Potts, who was introduced to Tony as an assistant by her uncle Morgan Potts.
After listening for a while to the mutual flattery among these celebrities and tycoons, he felt it was uninteresting and came to the buffet area, picked up a plate, and started eating by himself.
“James?”
Hearing someone call out this body’s long-ago name, Logan turned his head in puzzlement.
When he saw who it was, the expression on his face became somewhat peculiar, “What are you doing here?”
“I should be asking you that. Why are you here?” The newcomer looked Logan up and down, seeing that his attire was completely out of place here, and smiled quite playfully.
Logan took a bite of lobster, puckered his mouth toward Tony’s direction, “I came with my employer.”
“You’re working as Stark’s bodyguard now?” The newcomer was somewhat surprised, “Didn’t you always dislike working for these rich folks?”
“What am I going to eat if I don’t work?” Logan rolled his eyes, “Don’t just talk about me, talk about you, Emma Frost, what are you doing here??”
Emma Frost, a former member of the Hellfire Club, known by the title White Queen.
Her abilities were telepathy and diamond body transformation, but the two abilities could not be used simultaneously.
She had iconic platinum blonde hair, charming blue eyes, an exquisite face, and a cold, elegant, and noble temperament.
Besides this, she had another identity—one of the original body’s ex-girlfriends.
“Do you not watch the news at all, you guy? I’ve started my own company now.” Emma pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction with her ex-boyfriend not caring about her recent situation.
“Is today the first day you’ve known me?” Logan took a bite of scallop, sidelining her, “That being the case, are you a wealthy woman now?”
“Yeah.” Emma wore a half-smile, “If you call me something sweet, this wealthy woman wouldn’t mind keeping you.”
“Have you ever heard a saying from China?” Logan comfortably lit a cigar, “It’s called ‘a person in poverty does not eat food given in contempt.'”
“Still as full of backbone as ever.” Emma clicked her tongue approvingly, “Or are you just as hard-mouthed as before?”
Logan shot her a half-smiling glance, “Whether my mouth is hard or not, haven’t you tried it?”
Emma’s face flushed, and she glared fiercely at him.
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