Reborn with Steve Stand

Chapter 698: Returning to the Main World

"Logan, did you know?"

Fang Mo put down his wine glass, a deep melancholy in his voice. "People eventually become what they hate the most..."

"Really?" Logan seemed indifferent. "I was just doing what you usually do to me, telling a hell joke."

"Telling hell jokes deducts karma."

Fang Mo said with heartfelt pain, "Karma is something I can afford to lose on my own, Uncle Wolf. You need to take care of yourself..."

"It's fine. Losing a little karma won't hurt." Logan's lips curled up slightly. To be honest, seeing Fang Mo troubled was quite rare, which lightened Logan's mood considerably, offsetting some of the sadness and melancholy of their impending farewell. "Didn't you teach me this?"

"Sigh, it seems I can't stop you anymore."

Hearing this, Fang Mo let out a mock sigh. "Since that's the case, let's tell hell jokes together."

"Wait a minute..."

But it was too late to say anything because Fang Mo had already started talking to himself.

"Speaking of hell jokes, the most classic topic is Black and Jew. However, it seems I've been going on about Jews too much lately, and you're probably tired of it, right?"

At this moment, Fang Mo no longer looked helpless; his face was brimming with a cheerful smile. "So this time, why don't we talk about Black people..."

"I don't want to hear it. I have Black friends."

Logan rubbed his forehead in frustration. "You can criticize individuals, but can you not involve the entire race? I've met many excellent and kind Black people."

"Hmm, that's true."

Fang Mo thoughtfully touched his chin. "There are indeed many outstanding individuals among Black people. As I recall, many of them are top athletes..."

"Yes, so you can't..."

"But from an evolutionary perspective, the reason they have strong physiques could be the result of natural selection." Before Logan could finish, Fang Mo suddenly clapped his hands in realization. "Because the weaker Blacks were thrown into the sea back then!"

"Damn it, I shouldn't have believed you had any compassion."

Logan covered his face.

"Haha! Only God has compassion. I... oh wait, I am God. Okay, I do have a bit of compassion."

Fang Mo couldn't help but chuckle, but he quickly reacted and solemnly said, "Ahem, actually, I used to like a Black celebrity... Unfortunately, he passed away young, and I felt really sad at the time."

"Really?"

Logan raised an eyebrow, looking at Fang Mo with some skepticism.

However, Xiao Yao beside them instantly understood what Fang Mo was about to say and rolled her eyes.

"Yes, indeed."

Fang Mo ignored Xiao Yao and nodded earnestly to Logan. "The athlete I liked was very strong, but unfortunately, he hadn't scored in recent years, and his reputation plummeted... I started to dislike him a bit."

"...?"

Logan frowned, sensing something was wrong.

"I don't think it was his reputation that plummeted."

At this moment, Xiao Yao couldn't hold back anymore and glanced at Fang Mo with annoyance. "It was the helicopter that plummeted, right?"

"I knew it."

Logan wasn't stupid. He quickly realized what was going on, and his face darkened.

"Hahahahaha!"

Fang Mo laughed heartily without a care, then as if he suddenly remembered something, raised his index finger in realization: "Hey! I just thought of what happened to those black people who fell into the sea..."

"What happened to them?" Logan asked, nearly scowling.

"Most of them died," Fang Mo chuckled. "But according to the theory of evolution, a very small number might have evolved gills..."

"Is that how you're supposed to use the theory of evolution?" Logan was so angry his nose almost twisted. Without thinking, he shouted, "Should I congratulate you for successfully helping Darwin find his father?"

"Uncle Wolf, mind your image..."

At that moment, Xiao Yao next to him reminded him with a facepalm.

"I..."

Logan was stunned at first, but soon he painfully wiped his face, then stood up from his seat, sighed, and said, "Forget it... It seems it's time for me to leave. If I stay here any longer, I might really go to hell after I die."

"Huh? You're leaving already?"

Seeing Logan about to leave, Fang Mo was a bit surprised. But at this moment, Xiao Yao beside him nudged him and pointed to the clock on the wall not far away.

Fang Mo turned his head to look.

He realized it was almost noon.

"...Nani?"

Honestly, even Fang Mo didn't realize that the whole morning had passed by so quickly. As expected, happy times are always short. Logan probably realized this too, which is why he was using this as an excuse to leave.

However, this sudden farewell made Fang Mo feel the sadness of parting.

"Anyway, thank you for the appetizers." Logan didn't even look back, just waved his hand and walked towards the door. "Well, see you next time."

"Wait."

Seeing Logan's back, Fang Mo suddenly called out.

"What's up?"

Logan paused but didn't turn around.

"I wanted to give you this earlier, but I kept getting distracted and forgot about it." Fang Mo sighed with a light laugh, then suddenly pulled out a dark green dagger from behind him. "But now is not too late. Consider it a farewell gift."

"A gift?"

Hearing this, Logan slowly turned around.

Although he hid it well, there was still a hint of reluctance in his expression, which he certainly wouldn't admit to. He pretended to be calm and said, "...I hope this gift doesn't talk."

"Haha, you might be overthinking it."

Fang Mo laughed when he heard this and threw the dagger to Logan. "This gift not only talks but can also hit you... because it's a living person."

"So not even hell jokes satisfy you anymore, and you've turned your wickedness towards innocent people?" Logan caught the dagger mid-air, frowning with concern. "So who is sealed inside this?"

"Guess."

Fang Mo deliberately teased.

"You better not have captured a little girl." Logan suddenly had a bad feeling. "Just because you're not afraid of the FBI doesn't mean I'm not... Besides, I prefer more mature women."

"Then how about a thousand-year-old steel-boned old lady? Do you like that?"

Fang Mo asked directly. "Don't be fooled by her menopause... She actually has quite a high appearance. I'll have her grow out her hair tomorrow, you two can have a meal together, and you can experience the charm of a magical woman."

"..."

Logan didn't respond to the quip but instead started fiddling with the ender dagger by himself.

He had never used this thing before, but Tinker' Construct weapons were generally easy to pick up. The artifacts in Fang Mo's hands could affect others' minds because they contained a bunch of old monsters, but ordinary Tinker' Construct weapons didn't have such complexities and could be used by anyone.

After studying it for a short while, Logan figured it out. Accompanied by a burst of dark green light, an unexpected roar suddenly echoed in the room, and a figure slowly appeared.

"Hm? What is this sound…" Upon hearing the roar, Logan felt an inexplicably familiar sensation, which puzzled him. Almost instinctively, he raised his head to look ahead and saw a tall figure.

"What!? Victor? How can it be you!?" Indeed, the one sealed within the Ender Short Sword was none other than Victor, Logan's half-brother, Sabretooth, from Wolverine 1. Fang Mo had previously exchanged an iron golem with Magneto to get him back. However, with one thing after another—Stryker, the Dark Phoenix—Fang Mo didn't have time to deal with him and almost forgot about him.

Fortunately, upon seeing Logan's back just now, he suddenly remembered and hurriedly tossed the Ender Short Sword to him. "Victor!" Logan, seeing his long-lost brother, got a bit emotional and grabbed him by the collar, shouting, "…I thought you were dead! The one who attacked me in the snow was you, wasn't it!? I thought I was mistaken!"

However, to Logan's surprise, Victor gave him a strange look and then roared, slashing at him. "Roar!" Victor struck Logan fiercely, but this time Logan's alloy skeleton, enhanced by Fang Mo, allowed him to block the blow, though he staggered back a few steps.

"What are you doing!" Logan yelled after taking a punch. But then he saw the confusion and coldness on Victor's face, a look he was all too familiar with. "Victor…" Logan suddenly had a bad feeling, "Have you been modified too?"

"Roar!" But Victor didn't care; he just roared at Logan, then scanned the room, and upon spotting Fang Mo, walked over and stood silently behind him.

"…Huh?" Logan was stunned at first, then looked at Fang Mo, "You…"

"It wasn't me." Fang Mo shrugged, "I first saw him with Magneto; he had already been modified. I don't know who did it, but knowing he's your brother, I brought him to you."

"Is that so?" Logan sighed in relief, "…Thanks."

"But he seems to have memory issues, just like you." Fang Mo pointed at Victor, "I checked his brain; there's no bullet… you know, I'm just a surgeon. If it were a bullet wound like Kennedy's, I could fix it, but without a bullet, it's tough."

"Probably brainwashing techniques." Logan frowned, "But such techniques damage the brain. If done too often, recovery becomes very difficult."

"Of course, if you really want him to recover." As Logan worried, Fang Mo spoke up, "I have an alternative plan."

"What is it?" Logan immediately asked.

"I have an ability that can turn back time." Fang Mo explained, "If I use it on him, it should theoretically restore him to his state from decades ago."

"And then?"

Logan thought for a moment and asked, "I haven't seen you use this ability before... is it risky?"

"I'm not very familiar with this ability," Fang Mo replied candidly without lying, "Several decades is a long time. In theory, a broad retrospective is possible, but everything from those decades will be erased, including memories, strength, lifespan, experiences, and everything else. It's like directly pulling Victor from the river of time several decades ago and delivering him to you now."

"Is that so?" Logan instinctively pondered after hearing this.

"Oh, there's one more thing," Fang Mo added as Logan was deep in thought, "I'm not very sure about the specific year, so it might cause some time paradoxes or other issues."

"Can you be more specific?" Logan's heart sank.

"I might revert him to a young man, a teenager, or even a beloved little boy that even a priest would want to care for," Fang Mo said, touching his chin. "Simply put, I can't control the exact scale of the retrospective. Your brother might be reverted to a baby, with all memories and experiences wiped clean, making you, being older, effectively his older brother, though he is technically still your brother."

"I..." Logan was at a loss for words after hearing this.

He tried to imagine that scenario, but it was too bizarre, so he shook his head and refused, "Forget it... I'll figure something out myself."

"Alright," Fang Mo didn't insist, "In any case... let's meet again next time."

"Yes, goodbye," Logan nodded lightly and then suddenly added, "And, thank you."

Fang Mo didn't respond, just smiled.

In the next second, the time-stopping ability was activated, freezing everything around them in that moment.

In this static space-time, Fang Mo moved, opened the door, brought his group back to the pure white space, and then summoned his stand, Steve, to open the green book representing return.

Dim misty particles emerged from the book, engulfing his figure completely.

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