Chapter 67: Wolverine: I Will Write Seven Tragic Words with Blood

"You asked who I am, and now I can tell you. I am destined to save this world. I am mankind's last conscience and strongest line of defense! I am the man of destiny!"

These grandiose declarations left everyone slack-jawed.

Jason maintained a composed expression, though inwardly he sighed. He hadn't intended to deceive them.

In the early stages of any enterprise, gaining traction was challenging—sometimes requiring desperate measures.

To achieve his ideal of [unifying the world for eternity], he reluctantly sacrificed his cherished virtue of [honesty and trustworthiness].

How tragic!

He didn't expect them to believe him completely—he barely believed it himself.

But if they accepted even half or a quarter of his claims, that would suffice.

Charles shook his head slowly. "I truly... find it difficult to accept what you're saying."

Cyclops nodded emphatically. "I strongly suspect you're trying to manipulate us!"

Jean frowned. "But how does he know so much about us?"

Storm and Wolverine looked equally perplexed.

Jason smiled and shook his head. "Scott, why would I lie to you? I'm wealthier than you, stronger than you, and more handsome than you. What could you possibly possess that I would covet?"

He sighed dramatically. "Well, I came here with noble intentions. If you don't believe me, so be it."

He rose to leave, but Wolverine interjected anxiously. "Don't go! I believe you! Professor, I sensed he was trustworthy from the start—let him stay!"

Jason affected a heartbroken expression. "Logan, if they don't trust me, what's the point of remaining? Life is challenging enough—being virtuous is even harder! This cold world has no place for genuine compassion..."

"Very well!"

Charles wore a conflicted expression. "I can't immediately accept your claims, so please provide proof!"

"What kind of proof would satisfy you?"

"That's for you to determine."

Jason stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Well... as a man of destiny, I can foresee the future. Would that suffice as evidence?"

Charles and the others reacted with surprise. Predicting the future?

"It's merely limited foresight—the future isn't immutable. It's not as impressive as you might imagine."

Ororo asked curiously, "So, what future do you currently envision?"

"The president may face assassination, New York will endure another catastrophe, and... the world will officially welcome superheroes once again!"

Charles's expression grew solemn, his eyes revealing intense concentration. "When disaster strikes, will you intervene?"

Jason smiled confidently. "Of course. What about you? Are you willing to become my right-hand man and save the world together?"

Charles remained silent momentarily. "If catastrophe truly occurs, you will see us appear!"

"Perfect!"

Jason applauded enthusiastically. "This will undoubtedly be a historic moment! Just imagine—after you save the world before everyone's eyes, the divide between mutants and humans will significantly diminish. All mutantkind will be grateful for your contribution to their cause! This is something Erik could never achieve, regardless of how many force he establishes, how many mutant he invitred, or how many times you prevent his schemes!"

Charles initially appeared pleased, but as Jason continued, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Watch it. Don't badmouth the Professor—he's done more for mutants than anyone." Wolverine's frown deepened, but he didn't press the point. Instead, he shifted gears. "Forget that. Tell me about me. My past—what the hell was it?"

"Hasn't the professor told you?"

Wolverine spoke with urgency, his voice edged with frustration.

"My mind was wrecked—bad. The Professor could only catch bits and pieces. He told me I'd have to find the truth on my own."

He growled under his breath.

"Dammit… I don't even know where to start."

Jason hesitated momentarily before replying, "Alright, I'll help you. You were born in Canada in 1860 to a wealthy but dysfunctional family. When you were fifteen, your gardener suddenly murdered your father. In that moment, your mutation manifested—bone claws erupted between your fingers, and you killed the gardener. But before he died, he revealed he was your biological father! Your mother despised you afterward. The gardener's son—your half-brother—took you away from home, and you've wandered ever since."

Wolverine was stunned. "I killed my father?"

The others reacted with shock. "Your family situation was truly disturbing!"

"Logan is over a century old?"

"Wait, I have a brother?" Logan's eyes widened. "Did he... die of old age?"

"No, he possesses the same regenerative mutation as you. Living for a century or two isn't particularly remarkable for him."

"Do you know his whereabouts?" A glimmer of hope flashed in Wolverine's eyes.

"Why search for him?" Jason questioned.

Wolverine faltered. "Why...?"

"Could you live with the fact that he conspired against you—with others at his side? Could you accept the adamantium in your bones, the same metal that nearly killed you—knowing you went through that hell just to get revenge on him?

Could you accept that he's nothing more than a cold-blooded killer?"

Wolverine froze in place.

"Losing your memory is painful, Logan. But regaining it doesn't guarantee happiness!"

Professor Xavier intervened. "Perhaps we should pause here, Logan. He can reveal the rest later."

"NO!"

Wolverine suddenly extended his adamantium claws and violently slashed the table before him. CRACK! The corner splintered off.

"I killed my own father, my mother hated me, my brother betrayed me—what else should I fear? I want to know NOW. TELL ME!"

"Logan!"

Jason placed a hand on his shoulder. "You've searched for your memories for years—can't you wait a few more days? Calm yourself, and I'll tell you when the time is right!"

"Yes, Logan, don't let rage control your actions!"

Jean approached and cradled Logan's face in her hands, while Scott's teeth audibly ground together.

"You're our friend. I won't let you harm yourself this way! Wait until you're calm before seeking answers. We'll stand with you through it all!"

The enraged Wolverine gradually calmed.

Beside him, Cyclops repeatedly raised his hand to his visor, then lowered it, then raised it again.

To avoid potential bloodshed, Jason made a hasty exit.

During this visit, although Charles and the others remained skeptical of his claims, the door had been pried open. They wouldn't be able to resist Jason's persuasion from this point forward!

As long as he maintained his commitment to [saving the world], he would remain unassailable among the superhero community!

On his journey back, Jason glimpsed a live news broadcast on his phone—J. Jonah Jameson of the Daily Bugle.

Beside him appeared a blurry photograph of a figure soaring skyward.

Jameson delivered his report in his characteristically bombastic style: "Ladies and gentlemen, behold this shocking image. Reports indicate a mysterious individual in Afghanistan single-handedly eliminated over a dozen terrorists and even destroyed a tank! This figure remains unidentified, but Daily Bugle experts have meticulously analyzed this photograph and confirmed it depicts a man in some sort of iron armor! Incredible! Can you imagine? When you're in peril, a hero encased in metal suddenly descends from the heavens! Good lord! Human flesh wrapped in iron sheets! This is essentially a canned human! Hahaha!"

Jameson suppressed his laughter and continued, "Dear viewers, I have immense respect for this hero who rescued civilians, and I harbor no prejudice against him. It's just that when I see him, I'm reminded of canned meat! Haha... my apologies! That concludes today's report!"

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