Reborn with Steve Stand

Chapter 666: Little Rogue missing

Although Fang Mo's gift this time was somewhat disappointing, it still managed to bring him closer to Logan by causing him some trouble.

Logan, although silent, realized something after several speechless moments: this self-proclaimed god Wade... did indeed seem like one of his annoying friends, especially since he had saved Logan before.

However, this guy had a wicked sense of humor.

Logan dared not think deeply about how he had interacted with him in the past.

For instance, right now, Logan was staring at the slowly burning cigar in his hand, which occasionally spouted nonsense, and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"So I can't get rid of this thing for the rest of my life, right?" Logan couldn't help but ask.

"Think positively," Fang Mo replied with a spring breeze-like smile, in stark contrast to Logan's helplessness. "Maybe you won't get rid of it in your next life either."

"Can you act like a human?" Logan took a deep breath, as if Fang Mo had placed a mask of pain on his face.

However, before he could finish, the cigar in his hand spoke up, shaking slightly: "I am definitely not human!"

Even though Logan was on the verge of breaking down, the annoying cigar didn't stop, muttering again: "...My ancestors were human."

"Jesus, take this power away," Logan said, turning to Fang Mo with a splitting headache.

"I've told you, I can't," Fang Mo replied, spreading his hands in feigned helplessness.

Of course, if Fang Mo really wanted to, he had a way to deal with it by materializing the Disenchantment Table from the Minecraft world. However, the cost would be too high.

You see, Fang Mo hadn't unlocked the Disenchantment Table mod yet. The only one he had was obtained through a lottery in the past. Materializing it would mean he could no longer modify enchantments in the Minecraft world, which would be a huge loss, considering his current need for the Disenchantment Table.

The Enchantment Convergence of the Abyssal Craft mod can exceed the vanilla enchantment level limits, meaning you can upgrade Sharpness, Unbreaking, Efficiency, and Fortune to level X. The only problem is that you can't directly apply this convergence enchantment to Tinkers' Construct tools. Thus, the Disenchantment Table is needed to force these level X enchantments onto the tools.

This is why Fang Mo dares to call himself a human mining machine. With a Fortune X pickaxe, he can mine a small pile of ores into several stacks of ingots effortlessly.

And that's just with a pickaxe. Imagine the horror if he used a Tinkers' Construct 5x3 hammer for mindless mining.

Fang Mo felt that even a mining machine would be slower than him. He could dig into the ground and start mining immediately, and Steve's stand-in could achieve semi-automation. He could mine while staying at home, and his chests would fill up as fast as he mined.

However, considering all this, Fang Mo would never bring the Disenchantment Table into reality.

As for Logan... well, the cigar was just there to make sarcastic remarks and wouldn't harm him. Maybe listening to the trash talk might even help Logan recover his memories since the cigar was a bond between them!

To be honest, Fang Mo didn't expect the Life Enchantment to manifest in such a quirky way, spouting nonsense learned from who knows where.

But perhaps this is what the Life Enchantment was meant to be.

As for his katana... perhaps it was due to a conflict between the Dogecoin enhancement and the Life Enchantment that resulted in the bug dog Cheems.

Although Fang Mo was satisfied with the cigar, it was clear that Logan had grown tired of the talking object.

"Seriously..." Logan rubbed his forehead in frustration. "How did I ever deal with you before?"

"Pretty much like now," Fang Mo replied, spreading his hands, then suddenly chuckling mischievously, "Hee hee!"

"Shut your..." Logan started, but a knock on the door interrupted him, catching his attention: "Huh?"

Hearing the knock, Fang Mo glanced at the mini-map. From Steve's perspective, there was a chibi avatar with dark skin and white hair outside the door—a rare color scheme, even among the X-Men. Fang Mo immediately realized it was Storm, Ororo Munroe.

"Oh, it's Storm," Fang Mo said, waving his hand towards the door. The gravitational field turned the doorknob, and soon Storm walked in with a puzzled look.

"...Fang Mo?" Storm noticed Fang Mo standing by the table and was taken aback. "What are you doing here?"

"If not here, where else?" Fang Mo replied.

Fang Mo responded with a question, and while Storm was still confused, he tilted his head back and laughed, "Buddies are everywhere..."

"So what exactly is your name?"

At this moment, Logan couldn't help but ask, "You told me your name was Wade before, and now you're saying it's Fang Mo?"

"My full name is Scavenger Fang Mo M Ruben Wade Hill."

Fang Mo turned to Logan and said sincerely, "You can call me Fang Mo, or Wade, or even Ruben if you like. Of course, if you insist on calling me Hill, that's fine too... Hill will protect everyone in the camp."

"And what the heck is with the 'Scavenger' title?"

"Probably because..." Fang Mo thought for a moment, "A scavenger usually doesn't live in places where there are Jews?"

"Brothers, there's nothing you can think of that I, Brother Hill, can't do."

While Fang Mo was speaking, Logan's cigar suddenly chimed in, "Today, my Brother Hill is challenging the bamboo extinction, brothers, Auschwitz, burn it up!"

"Shut up."

Logan felt a splitting headache and crushed the cigar into the ashtray, which screamed, "Oh, it's still that shit... Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

"...What???"

Storm, seeing this, was completely stunned, "Wait, is that... a talking cigar?"

"Because it's an authentic Guba cigar."

Fang Mo cheerfully introduced.

"Huh? Guba cigar?" Storm was puzzled, "Isn't it supposed to be a Cuban cigar?"

"That's not important..."

Logan interrupted Storm's question, rubbing his sore forehead, "So why did you come to see me all of a sudden?"

"Oh, right."

At this point, Storm remembered her purpose for coming, "I came to ask if you know where Rogue is? I didn't see her in the dormitory this morning, and I thought she might have come to you again."

"What?"

Logan frowned, "She didn't come to me."

After saying this, Logan instinctively turned to look at Fang Mo.

"What, why are you looking at me?"

Fang Mo immediately said, "You don't think I took her in for the night, do you? Not to mention I'm already married, even if I weren't, that black widow 's not my type..."

"Isn't she called Rogue? Why are you calling her a little black widow now?"

Logan couldn't help but ask.

"Well, I should ask why she's called Rogue." Fang Mo complained, "Her ability doesn't seem to be 'mischievous' at all, right? She can drain people just by touching them. Good grief... don't you think 'Black Widow' suits her better?"

"Wait a minute, Fang Mo."

Storm couldn't help but explain, "Rogue isn't that dangerous. She can completely isolate her ability by wearing gloves. I hope you don't hold any prejudice against her."

"Is wearing gloves safe?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Mo suddenly slapped his hand in realization, "Yes, why didn't I think of that? So gloves mean safety..."

But just then.

Logan suddenly raised his hand to stop Fang Mo, "At this point, can you stop adding to the confusion?"

"Tsk."

Fang Mo pouted in dissatisfaction, feeling that it must be Storm's presence that made Logan hold back; otherwise, he would definitely have retaliated with some sharp sarcasm.

"So, what you're saying is that the kid is missing?"

Logan ignored Fang Mo and looked up at Storm, "Have you looked everywhere else?"

"Yes."

As Logan spoke, the cigar in his hand moved in agreement: "Have you found Rogue yet?"

"I..."

Storm was momentarily at a loss for words, but Logan quickly darkened his face and stubbed out the cigar in the ashtray, signaling with his eyes for Storm to continue.

"I've searched the entire academy."

Storm said, "If we still can't find her, we'll have to go to Professor X."

"Then let's go straight to that wheelchair guy."

Logan frowned and said, "I have a bad feeling... But can that wheelchair guy find her?"

"Not 'wheelchair guy,' it's Professor X," Storm explained, holding her forehead. "Professor X is the world's most powerful telepathic mutant. If he wants to find her, as long as she's still on Earth, he can find her."

"Alright."

Logan nodded: "Then let's go find him."

"Alright."

Storm hesitated for a moment but then nodded and turned to walk in a certain direction, with Logan following closely behind.

Soon, they descended the stairs and returned to the first floor.

Storm walked through the corridor, turned a few corners, and then pushed open a door. Inside, the room was decorated like a classroom. Charles sat in the center of the room with a kind expression, holding a book and gently lecturing a group of young mutants.

"Hmm?"

Looking up at the newcomers, Charles seemed to guess what was happening and smiled, saying to the others, "Alright, children, today's class is over."

The children obediently picked up their books and left.

"I sensed some anxiety."

After the young mutants left, Charles asked proactively, "What's happened?"

"Professor, Rogue is missing."

Storm immediately explained the situation.

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Charles slightly bowed his head, activated his ability, and his mental power instantly enveloped the entire X Academy. However, he didn't sense Rogue's presence, so he frowned, "It seems she has already left."

"Left?"

Logan frowned upon hearing this.

At that moment, Charles seemed to discover something, his eyes moving slightly: "I see... It's Erik's doing."

"Huh? Who's that?"

Logan, having lost his memory, didn't know who Erik was.

Although Logan was unaware, Fang Mo certainly knew. It was clear that Charles had read the students' memories and seen something.

"In any case, let's go to the search room."

Without saying much, Charles immediately wheeled himself towards the back.

A bookshelf in the classroom slowly opened, revealing a bright, white metallic passage. Everyone quickly followed Charles inside.

Before long, they arrived outside a metal gate.

The gate opened, and they entered a large spherical space. At the end of the passage was a machine with a metal helmet connected by several tubes.

Although it was called a search room, it was clearly Charles' or the entire X Academy's secret weapon... the Cerebro. Fang Mo had seen its prototype back in 1962, although it was much cruder then.

"What is this thing?"

Logan, who had never seen Cerebro, curiously looked around: "Can we use this to find Rogue?"

"This is a mind..."

"Oh, I know, it's a psychic amplifier."

Before Charles could finish, Fang Mo introduced it to Logan: "You probably don't know, this wheelchair guy's full name is Charles X. Yuri. You can call him Professor X or Yuri X. He invented this when he was young..."

"Doesn't sound like a good thing."

Logan frowned, but before Charles could explain, he interrupted: "But anything from your mouth might not be true... Anyway, who he is doesn't matter, finding Rogue is the priority."

"You haven't changed a bit, Logan."

Charles smiled approvingly at Logan's words.

Without waiting for Fang Mo to say more, Charles put on the Cerebro helmet and closed his eyes. A vast mental power surged from him, quickly spreading to the horizon.

After about ten seconds, Charles suddenly opened his eyes.

"She's at the train station a few kilometers to the west."

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