"So, your name's Logan?"
Lorna, sitting in the passenger seat, looked at James, who had returned to the driver's seat, with interest. For some reason, the name sounded familiar to her.
"I thought you'd stolen my car and taken off," James replied without really answering, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
"I was planning to meet up as per your plan, but those guys moved fast. Before you came out, they had already surrounded the factory. There was nothing I could do," Lorna said, reclining in her seat, her slender legs resting on the dashboard.
"Plus, Clarice just woke up, so I needed to find a safe place to take care of her."
At that, Clarice raised her hand in greeting.
"Hi, I'm Clarice, but you can call me Blink."
James didn't say much in response. He understood how complicated the situation had been back there. Honestly, he was already prepared for the possibility that these two girls might betray him.
But now that they had come to save him, it earned a bit of his goodwill — even if just a little.
Listening to Blink's voice, Logan glanced subtly at her through the rearview mirror.
The more he looked, the more convinced he was — this was definitely Blink.
But the problem was, her age didn't match up.
In his universe, Blink was around the same age as Kid Omega and Iceman. There was no way she could be this young. This was practically a generation gap.
Strange as it was, Logan didn't voice his doubts. All he wanted now was to get away — as far as possible. He didn't want to get involved in this mess.
But Charles didn't feel the same.
Since getting into the car, he'd been wearing a kindly smile, his sharp eyes fixed on Lorna, unblinking.
Though Lorna's back was to Charles, being stared at so intently gave her an uneasy chill.
She frowned slightly and turned to look at James.
"Uncle Logan, what's this creepy old man's relationship to you?"
Hearing that, James suddenly snapped back to reality. Charles' behavior was indeed a bit off, and his stare was outright rude.
"Have you taken your meds today, Charles?" James turned to ask him.
But Charles acted as if he didn't hear the question. He didn't even break eye contact with Lorna, smiling softly as he murmured:
"Magneto's back. Logan, did you see? That's Erik."
"Magneto's dead — long, long ago. You're mistaken, Charles," James frowned. "Caliban, bring me his meds!"
"He already took them today. I watched him," Caliban replied, trembling. He still hadn't recovered from the earlier ordeal.
"You know Magneto?" Lorna suddenly asked.
Hearing her voice, the car suddenly fell silent.
Almost everyone present had already guessed Lorna's identity. The mutant gene had strong plasticity and heredity. Powers as formidable as Magneto's were usually unique—unless it was a blood relative, there wouldn't be a second one.
In this case, Polaris Lorna, possessing the same magnetic abilities as Magneto, made her identity crystal clear.
"Magneto is my closest friend, Lorna."
Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice echoed in Lorna's mind.
She was startled at first, then quickly realized what was happening. She looked in disbelief at the elderly man behind her.
Meeting Lorna's gaze, Charles smiled kindly. "This is my power. You're not the only one of your kind in this world. I know what you've been through, Lorna. Don't be afraid—we will help you."
"We?" James sneered. "I have no interest in getting involved with this girl. If we provoke those guys, our situation will only get more dangerous."
"You have to help them, Logan. She is Magneto's only remaining treasure, our hope for revival!" Charles said earnestly.
"Don't be foolish. Mutants were a mistake by God; we shouldn't even exist in this world," James said coldly, silently. "Besides, she might not even be Magneto's daughter. And even if she is, that's not the Magneto you know."
Charles stared at James in pain, unable to believe Wolverine would say such things.
"Logan, when I first saw you, you were locked in an iron cage, forced to fight in brutal matches. No one wanted to get close to you or cross paths with you.
It was I who saved you at your lowest, gave you a home. How can you say things like that now?"
"Shut up, Charles."
"What have you done? Logan, you locked me away in some godforsaken place for so long. Where's Samos? Where's McCoy? What about Jean Grey? Where did they all go?"
Charles's voice was hoarse and trembling as he asked, word by word:"What have you done to them, Logan?"
"I still have some concerns."
In the church, Magik was devouring freshly baked pizza. Chewing thoughtfully, she frowned and said:
The church had changed dramatically. Under Alex's magic—sorry, Logan's old friend's magic—the exterior remained rundown and desolate, but inside was completely transformed.
The worship hall was now empty. All the pews had disappeared, replaced by four long tables. White candles floated midair, their flames illuminating the hall brightly.
Knowing everyone was starving, Alex didn't hold back with his food. He generously pulled out snacks from his magical pouch, letting everyone enjoy a satisfying meal.
"Are you worried that the Onslaught might also come to this world?" Dagger asked, dipping a fry into ketchup before tossing it into her mouth.
Magik nodded slightly. "That thing is too bizarre, and the power it carries is unbeatable. I'm really worried about my friends right now."
"Don't overthink it," Petra said, patting Magik's shoulder. "With that kind of power, even if you all went back, you probably wouldn't be able to stop it. Thinking about it now won't help."
Neither Alex nor Petra mentioned anything about closing the dimensional rift. After all, by doing so, Alex would be sealing off their chance to return to their original worlds.
Though Alex's actions were well-intentioned—no one knew how many more threats from other dimensions could appear—they tacitly chose silence to avoid unnecessary trouble.
"I know, but I still can't accept why this is happening to my world," Magik sighed deeply, her face grim as she looked at Petra.
They had already exchanged information. Just like Cloak, Dagger, and Magik had shared about their own worlds, Petra told them about hers.
She didn't hide the broad strokes but made some changes in the details.
For example, she didn't reveal much about Alex; everyone just assumed that, like Petra, Alex was a member of the X-Men and part of the mutant community.
When Petra mentioned that humans in their universe had been turning mutants into Sentinel robots, everyone's expressions darkened. Even Wolfsbane and Magik instinctively clenched their fists.
As fellow outcasts, they deeply empathized.
While the group ate and talked, Alex quietly stepped outside the church.
"Ma'am, things are getting weirder," he said.
Alex pulled out a Silk Cut cigarette from his pocket and lit one—a gift from Constantine.
Originally just an empty pack, somehow when Alex reopened it, it was mysteriously refilled as if brand new.
The item was blessed by mysterious forces and favored by Constantine. Its magic energy could grant various powers.
But for now, all Alex needed was some relief.
"Sir, are you thinking something?"
Miss Minutes appeared, stepping in front of Alex.
"If only I knew," he replied. "After meeting these people, I feel the problems are only getting more complicated."
Alex crossed his arms, his gaze drifting quietly toward the forest.
"Someone is scheming behind the scenes, but I still don't know what their goal is."
"Since this plan targets you, it's likely the enemy knows you very well. Could it be that these invaders are merely pawns meant to distract you?" Miss Minutes offered a possibility, curious.
"That's what I thought at first, but something feels off. This universe, though one of despair, has to be acknowledged as the best sanctuary for Wolverine and the X-Men."
Alex shook his head slightly and continued.
"Charles rests peacefully by the mountains and waters, and Wolverine ultimately chose the path of a hero—he sacrificed himself on the battlefield, successfully saving Laura and the other mutant children. Despite the tragic facade, deep down it's a celebration of a beautiful utopia."
"Logically, this world shouldn't be invaded by nightmares from other timelines."
As he spoke, Alex's eyes suddenly narrowed.
A cold gleam flashed.
"Unless—"
He suddenly considered a possibility.
Miss Minutes perked up attentively.
"Unless?"
Alex squinted, his face darkening.
"Unless someone wants to use my hands to change everything."
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