Chapter 55: Peak Wolverine

Chapter 55: Peak Wolverine

"Equipment won't be a problem. It'll arrive tomorrow morning. Based on your diagnosis, how long will it take for them to recover?"

Hearing Stephen's diagnostic report, George wasn't particularly disappointed.

While it was regrettable that Professor X couldn't use his abilities anymore, it wasn't entirely a bad thing.

If Professor X could freely use his abilities, returning to his peak as a Level 4 mutant capable of killing most humans on Earth with a cerebro amplifier, their safety would be assured. However, it would also come with limitations.

Professor X, for all intents and purposes, was a good man for both humans and mutants. He had prevented the Cuban Missile Crisis, founded the mutant school, and provided guidance for lost mutant children.

He never restricted the freedom of the school's children as they grew up, ensuring they didn't become weapons of destruction.

But in George's eyes, he was too idealistic, naively believing in the inherent goodness of people and always seeking peaceful solutions to the conflicts between mutants and humans.

In some ways, he was overly stubborn.

Differences in ideology would inevitably lead to disagreements in the future. When that happened, who would have the final say—George or Professor X?

In truth, while George's body was a mutant experiment, he didn't subscribe to the ideological divide between mutants and humans. To him, there were only allies and enemies.

Allies were to be united, and enemies were to be eliminated. It was that simple.

There was no need to categorize people. In fact, George believed Professor X shouldn't have coined the term "mutant." What was a mutant if not a human with superpowers?

This world had plenty of superpowered humans, and none of them claimed they weren't human.

Now that Professor X was cured and his mind restored, he could focus on teaching the mutant children and helping them develop their abilities without overusing his powers.

In the future, less critical tasks could be delegated to the grown-up children, allowing George to concentrate on magic.

"If the equipment arrives on time, Mr. Logan should be free of toxins in about three days. Mr. Xavier will take longer, probably close to a month."

Stephen calculated and replied.

George nodded:

"Good. Once you've cured the professor, I'll release you as promised."

Hearing George's assurance, Stephen breathed a small sigh of relief.

He didn't trust George, but based on years of reading X-Men comics, he had some faith in Professor X's character.

If the professor was truly like the one in the comics, who had led the X-Men to save humanity multiple times, he probably wouldn't harm them.

Three days later, in the treatment room, Wolverine sat up in the treatment pod and agilely jumped out.

At this moment, Wolverine was no longer the gray-haired, scarred old man. He had returned to his peak form—a muscular, prime Wolverine.

In his prime, Wolverine possessed nearly two centuries of combat experience, a nearly indestructible body, and a powerful healing factor. Unless faced with something specifically designed to counter him, he was almost unbeatable.

Even humanity's most terrifying weapon, the nuclear bomb, couldn't kill him. He was the bane of all firearms.

The clone X-24 created by Dr. Rice was nothing compared to the prime Wolverine.

X-24's healing factor was inferior, his mind was underdeveloped, and he lacked combat skills, relying purely on instinct.

Even Laura, the young Wolverine, could defeat X-24 when she grew up.

"It's been a long time since I felt like this!"

Wolverine smoothly extended his Adamantium claws and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Hormones influenced his state. In his aged form, his mental state had also felt like it was in decline. But now, restored to his prime, both his body and mind felt rejuvenated.

It was like being twenty again, staying up all night playing pixelated games on a laggy computer.

But at forty, even with a top-tier gaming PC and a library of AAA titles, you'd lose interest after an hour.

Or like being twenty and having the stamina for seven rounds with your wife, but at forty, you'd do anything to avoid it, struggling to manage even once.

"Logan, I need you to secretly monitor someone for me."

Seeing Wolverine fully restored to his peak, George explained his recent actions and his plan to monitor Tony.

Unlike Professor X, Wolverine wasn't an idealist. He didn't hesitate to kill when necessary, and in some ways, his mindset aligned with George's.

"If there's no immediate danger, don't intervene. Notify me immediately if anything happens."

"Got it. I won't let our cash cow get hurt."

Wolverine lit a cigar, clearly pleased with the assignment.

He wouldn't let the home they had painstakingly built be destroyed again. As long as it didn't cross his moral line, he was willing to do whatever it took to protect it.

"Mr. Logan, do you think it's appropriate to smoke here? Should I fetch you an ashtray?"

Stephen, who was adjusting the equipment, saw Wolverine lighting a cigar in the treatment room and immediately scolded him.

He wasn't a patient man. Being forcibly brought here had left him in a foul mood. While he didn't dare confront George for fear of his girlfriend's safety, he had no qualms about venting on others.

"Sorry, Dr. Stephen."

Wolverine promptly extinguished the cigar in his palm.

He had a lot of respect for the doctor who had cured him, and smoking in the treatment room was indeed inappropriate, especially with Professor X still undergoing treatment in another pod.

Three weeks later, the toxins in Professor X's body were completely cleared. After a complex brain surgery, his epilepsy symptoms were significantly alleviated. With regular medication, he could live like a normal elderly man.

Stephen's medical skills were indeed impressive.

True to his word, George sent Stephen and the other doctors back to the city with generous compensation.

"Don't worry, we won't tell anyone about what happened this month."

On the rooftop of a building, Stephen and the doctors, after being set down by George, swore to keep their experiences secret.

During their time at the school, most of them had developed sympathy for Professor X and the mutant children. They had also received substantial payment and genuinely intended to keep the matter confidential.

However, George shook his head:

"Sorry, but as much as I'd like to trust you, for the safety of the children, I have to take precautions."

With a wave of his hands, he began casting spells on Stephen and the doctors.

"Obliviate!"

Promises and vows were unreliable for most people.

George believed that under normal circumstances, these doctors might indeed keep their word. But if someone held a gun to their heads—or their families' heads—could they still keep the secret?

The safest option would be to kill them all, but George wasn't that ruthless. Thus, the Memory Charm was the best solution.

(End of Chapter)