Reborn with Steve Stand-Chapter 849: Wolverine to Other Worlds?
Fang Mo didn’t linger for too long.
After roughly discussing a few ideas with the U.S. President, he quickly departed. Once someone has climbed to that position, it’s obvious they’re no fool. Fang Mo only needed to hint at certain points; the other side could figure out the details on their own. No need to explain everything exhaustively.
For now at least, they had aligned interests:
Fang Mo wanted to change the state of mutants, so he invented a drug that could awaken latent X-genes. Meanwhile, if top figures in the U.S. government held a monopoly on that drug, they could gain control of the future.
Both sides seemed pleased with this result.
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Once their talks ended, the President immediately held a high-level meeting. Fang Mo, on the other hand, returned to Xavier’s School.
Charles and the others were still being interviewed nonstop by various reporters, but this time they were more cautious. Logan specifically stood guard nearby. Seeing Fang Mo’s return, he immediately walked over and drew him aside, hoping to prevent him from pulling any stunts that might disrupt the interviews.
“Come on, buddy…”
Once they were off to the side, Fang Mo couldn’t help complaining. “Is it really necessary to watch me like a hawk?”
“Who’s to blame here?”
Logan retorted irritably. “If you didn’t constantly stir up trouble, we wouldn’t need to watch you like a thief.”
“That’s nonsense. I’m obviously dedicating myself to world peace!”
Fang Mo protested. “Do you know how many brain cells I burned out, coming up with such a brilliant idea to save all mutants?”
“Spare me.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “All we had to do was stop Raven from killing Bolivar. But what did you do? You tricked Hank into jumping into a fire, impersonated Erik on camera saying a bunch of nonsense, forced Charles to experience a high-level paralysis, and then you turned my cigar into a woman…”
“From your tone, it sounds like you only care about that last part.”
“I care about all of them!!!”
Logan couldn’t hold back. “Unlike you, I never screw over my friends. I worry deeply about their safety!”
“So do I worry about you guys’ safety.”
Fang Mo spread his hands. “Screwing you over was out of my control. In my land there’s an old saying: ‘Beating is affection, cursing is love, scamming until you have a headache means we’re sworn brothers…’”
“What kind of ‘old saying’ is that?”
Logan frowned.
“I believe it was from some ancient Greek philosopher named Woz Gisode.”
Fang Mo feigned recollection.
“Isn’t that just something you made up?”
Logan facepalmed.
“You got me,”
Fang Mo said, smiling. “But truthfully, there’s not much else I can do…”
“What do you mean?”
“Using humans and ants as an analogy might sound insulting, so let’s say…Walmart plastic bags instead,” Fang Mo explained. “Imagine how to maintain a long friendship with a talking Walmart plastic bag without harming it.”
“…Huh?”
That bizarre question took Logan aback, silent for a moment. “So in your eyes, we’re just plastic bags or hamburgers?”
“You’re my friends.”
Fang Mo shook his head slowly. “It’s only your species that’s like a Walmart bag.”
“That…”
Logan was stumped, as the analogy felt so weird. Putting himself in Fang Mo’s shoes was simply baffling. Unsure how to respond, he tossed the question back at Fang Mo. “Then how do you handle it?”
“I’d make myself a Walmart plastic bag as well.”
Fang Mo suddenly grinned. “Then I can tell all my friends, ‘Move aside, I’m about to start loading stuff.’”
“…”
Logan’s expression became complicated. He’d likely figured out Fang Mo’s thought process. Indeed, Fang Mo’s powers had grown impossibly outrageous—time rewinding, transcending life and death, creating souls, distorting reality… Who knew what else was in store? Having such might could easily lead one astray, so maybe messing around distracted him from losing himself. Or…maybe he just found joy in tormenting his friends.
“…”
Logan’s face darkened further.
“Hmm?”
Fang Mo noticed and asked, “What’s with that look?”
“Nothing—just give me a minute,”
Logan said, taking a few steps back and breathing deeply to steady his nerves. “Let’s change the subject.”
“Sure, whatever.”
“You…”
Logan hesitated. “Remember what I said in the fight with Apocalypse? That I agreed to leave this world with you? I meant it. If you need me to, I can go with you to other worlds. After all, I’m curious about certain things now…”
“You’re curious about me?”
Fang Mo blinked. “Why?”
“I’m curious about your reputation in other worlds,”
Logan said, wearing a pained expression. “I’m guessing I’m not the only one you’ve tormented. I want to hear how they cursed you out.”
“Oh, that’s what you meant.”
Fang Mo answered without skipping a beat, “They generally call me a big dummy, crying for me to hurry and pull it out…”
“What the hell have you been doing in those other worlds!?”
Logan yelled.
“Hahaha!” Fang Mo burst out laughing. “Relax, you’ll find out soon enough. Some would give me everything, others would weep uncontrollably…”
“Does your underage wife know about all this?”
Logan muttered through clenched teeth.
“She does,”
Fang Mo nodded.
“So what’s her reaction?”
Logan asked. “Is she planning to shoot you on the spot for being such scum?”
“Well…”
Fang Mo scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed. “You might not believe it, but it seems like she wants to…come with me to get other people involved…”
“???”
Logan’s eyes nearly popped out. He’d caught a glimpse of that lazy, childish girl before, back when he said goodbye to Fang Mo. But hearing this was mind-blowing. Just picturing that scenario rattled him. “Not an ordinary family,” he guessed.
“You okay?”
Fang Mo noticed Logan’s shock.
“I’m fine…just give me a second,”
Logan rubbed his forehead, taking a few deep breaths. “Alright, let’s talk about something else.”
“Sure, you pick.”
“Y-you…”
Logan eyed Fang Mo uncertainly. Finally he spoke. “If I leave this world with you…would we still be able to come back sometimes? Y’know, to see old friends?”
“Of course.”
Fang Mo nodded. For one thing, he hadn’t touched the “Dark Phoenix” arc yet. Even ignoring that, he wasn’t ready to abandon this dimension. He’d influenced it so heavily—humans might evolve into unstoppable powers, so how bizarre would it be a few years from now?
He was a “fun-seeker,” and no way would he skip the chance to watch the chaos. Plus, there was “Deadpool,” a film series in this X-Men world that he’d never encountered, which he was really looking forward to. Considering Deadpool could break the fourth wall, Fang Mo was eager to see how he’d react to him. Possibly he’d mention they lacked Fox’s license, or fail to recognize Fang Mo at all? So, yeah—he’d definitely come back.
“I see.”
Logan relaxed a bit at Fang Mo’s reply, but still asked, “So…when do you plan on leaving?”
“Give me a few more days.”
Fang Mo mentally reviewed his tasks. “I should finish setting up the company, then I can go.”
“Alright.”
Logan nodded again. While they chatted, the interviews wound down. Logan decided Fang Mo didn’t need watching at this point: “I’m done here. I’m heading to rest.”
“Sure. Don’t keep Qieran [the female cigar] waiting.”
Fang Mo waved dismissively.
“That’s not what I meant!”
Logan ground to a halt. “And that’s NOT her name!!!”
“Then what—Purple Smoke?”
Fang Mo teased.
“Just don’t cause trouble.”
Logan sensed something suspicious and shook his head wearily. “Anyway, you should get back, too. Your FW-knife ate up all the academy’s desserts these past two days. Watch out or she’ll crush your couch.”
“Heh, that name’s outdated now.”
Fang Mo waved. “She’s called ‘Little Ma-Yu Foot…’ ahem, ‘Ma-Yu Ling.’ My beloved blade!”
“Well, I need to rename my cigar, too,”
Logan grumbled, striding off. “I might call her Ah Xue—”
“Wait, not that.”
Fang Mo suddenly grabbed his shoulder.
“?”
“What about ‘Little Smoke?’
Fang Mo flashed a rare, melancholy look. “It’s actually a nice-sounding name, right?”
“…I’ll ask her,”
Logan said, a bit puzzled, then turned away.
“Go on,”
Fang Mo said, letting him leave. “I’ll go find her some friends, too…”
