Starting as a Class Five Mutant Chapter 502

Inside Dr. Rice's mutant research facility, so genetically engineered mutant children managed to escape.

A nurse, leading a young girl nad Laura, sought out Logan and begged him to escort the child to safety.

Perhaps it was for the money—to retire peacefully with Professor X—or maybe out of a lingering sense of compassion, but he agreed.

In the end, that decision led to the deaths of every last surviving mutant from the old era.

Caliban perished resisting Dr. Rice's forces, refusing to help track Logan. In his final act, he pulled the pin on a grenade, taking his enemies down with him.

As for Professor X, he never even got a chance to use his abilities. He was killed by Logan's clone, a re tool of Dr. Rice, who drove his claws straight into his heart.

And Logan—during his battle with his clone—was impaled through the stomach by a wooden stake. He succumbed to his injuries shortly after.

It was a tragic ending—the final Chapter for the mutants of a bygone era.

"Co to think of it, I technically count as an old-era mutant too, huh?" Syd mused with amusent.

Just as he was about to check in on Logan and the others, Logan himself had already left to look for him.

While he was out, a middle-aged woman approached him.

"Wolverine?"

The woman, weathered by ti and exhaustion, called out to Logan.

As soon as he turned around, she quickly added, "I know it's you!"

Hearing those words, Logan's heart sank, and his mood darkened.

His codena, Wolverine—if this woman knew it, that ant she knew him.

Which ant trouble.

He had co here with Professor X, living under a false identity as a driver, all to escape his past—to avoid trouble and danger.

And not just for himself. Professor X alone was a walking disaster waiting to happen.

Ever since that one catastrophic mont when his psychic abilities spiraled out of control, leading to nearly 600 casualties—including the X-n—the authorities had classified his brain as a weapon of mass destruction.

"Dammit."

Logan cursed under his breath and imdiately turned to leave.

But before he could take more than a few steps, the woman called out again.

"Please, don't go! I need your help!"

"You're the only one who can save us—I need a hero like you!"

Logan kept walking but glanced back, snapping, "Get lost!"

Watching his retreating figure, the woman desperately cried out, "What happened to you? Why are you hiding?"

"Please, Logan!"

Seeing him climb into his car without hesitation, she gritted her teeth. "I'll find you again!"

Logan thought that was the end of it—that this problem would disappear for good.

But not long after, when he returned to his car after running a quick errand, he found a man in his thirties sitting inside.

"Seeing you in person really is sothing else, Wolverine." The man smiled.

Logan frowned. "Who the hell are you?"

"Did she co to you yet? Gabriela?" the man asked.

"She took sothing from —sothing I'm responsible for."

Seeing that Logan remained silent, he added, "A xican woman. She's been looking for you. That ring any bells?"

Logan didn't hesitate. "I don't know any Gabriela. Now get the hell out of my car!"

"Oh?" The man smirked slightly at Logan's unwelcoming tone. "You know, I know exactly who you're hiding. You've got the old bald man stashed away near the xican border."

Logan knew this was a threat. His voice turned cold. "What do you want?"

"I just want to cooperate," the man said casually, tossing a business card onto the seat before stepping out. As he did, he chuckled, "Almost forgot—you used to be my idol."

But only used to be.

With that, he pulled the car door open and left.

Logan stared at the man's retreating figure before finally picking up the white business card.

Alkali Transigen—Genetic Engineering Research Division

Security Director: Donald Pierce

Reading the text, Logan's expression darkened. "Damn it."

He hadn't even dealt with the mutant child yet, and now more trouble had co knocking.

Not long after, Logan's frustration reached a new peak—because that troubleso woman had returned.

And this ti, she wasn't alone.

Beside her stood a little girl.

"Mr. Logan, please! We need a ride!" Gabriela pleaded.

Without even looking back, Logan turned and started walking away. "I'm busy. Call a cab."

Before she could introduce herself, he cut her off. "I don't care who you are, lady."

"People are after us! We have to leave—we need to head north, to Canada!"

"I can pay you fifty thousand dollars!"

Logan, who had been rejecting her outright, suddenly hesitated.

Turning back, he asked, "How did you find ?"

A while later, after listening to her explanation, he finally understood her situation.

A forr nurse, now on the run with a little girl nad Laura—being hunted by dangerous people.

As for the exact reason why... Perhaps out of caution, Gabriela hadn't revealed the full truth yet.

While they talked, high above in the sky, a white-clad figure slowly descended.

Syd.

His eyes imdiately locked onto Logan's house, scanning the scene within. He could clearly see the conversation unfolding.

He pondered.

"Should I show up now?"

"Or wait a bit longer and let things play out first?"

Before he could decide, he suddenly sensed sothing.

His gaze shifted several dozen ters away.

There, he felt the presence of soone watching.

...

Rooftop.

A man in black clothing held a small pair of binoculars, his face displaying pure shock.

Monts ago, he had been on the phone with Donald Pierce, reporting that he had located the woman.

But the sight of the floating man in white made him forget all about his call.

"Hey, what's going on over there?" Pierce's voice ca from the phone, noticing the abrupt silence.

The agent, Jorge, murmured in disbelief, "It's him... That mutant!"

On the other end of the line, Donald Pierce frowned in confusion.

"Wolverine?"

(End of Chapter)

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