Chapter 697: The Timeline of Uncle Wolf

Chapter 697: The Timeline of Uncle Wolf

"The food here is quite good."

Logan tilted his head back and took a big gulp of whiskey, immediately grabbing a piece of steak and stuffing it into his mouth. While chewing, he poured himself another drink and said, "But it definitely can't compare to your meals. Let's just make do."

"Actually, I'm quite indifferent about food."

Fang Mo smiled, also grabbing a piece of meat and eating it. "After all, compared to the sophistication of three meals a day, I prefer the rarity of this one."

"Have humans evolved over countless ages just to use vocabulary like this?"

Logan glanced at Fang Mo. "Decades have passed, and your nasty personality hasn't changed one bit... So, what have you been doing all these years? Have you been thinking about how to torture others?"

"I came up with all these myself." Fang Mo revealed a pleased smile. "Inflicting pain with my voice, I call it 'the punishment of sound.'"

"Satan asked me to tell you that he's actually your number one fan."

Logan couldn't help but say.

"I told you, I'm not a demon..."

"Is that so?"

Logan took a sip of his drink noncommittally and calmly said, "Do you know what Darwin told us after you destroyed Stryker's base?"

"Hmm?"

Hearing Logan's words, Fang Mo became curious.

He then magically produced two plates of cold dishes from his body, classic bar snacks, cucumber salad, and fried peanuts. "Come on, tell me more."

"Darwin said..."

Logan awkwardly picked up chopsticks, trying to get some cucumber salad, but he clearly didn't know how to use them. So he threw the chopsticks aside and grabbed a couple of peanuts with his hand, tossing them into his mouth. "He said that when he saw you destroy the entire industrial area with that meteorite, three numbers instantly popped into his head: 666."

"Oh, that's quite normal."

Fang Mo smiled proudly. "I'm so awesome, it's only natural to get a '666' reaction. You might not believe it... In my dimension, there's even a white-haired girl whose job is to shout '6' for me."

"See, you're admitting it yourself."

Logan gave Fang Mo a look, his gaze carrying a hint of teasing.

"Admit? Admit what?" Fang Mo was momentarily stunned by Logan's words but quickly realized and explained, "Uh... no, no, no, you've misunderstood."

"Misunderstood what?"

Logan felt a bit strange.

"Well..."

Fang Mo pondered how to explain.

Indeed, they had misunderstood. Through his previous conversation with Charles, Fang Mo knew that Omega-level mutants might be able to perceive his memetic contamination. Darwin's survival instinct was likely influenced, causing him to subconsciously connect the dots.

Even though he didn't know the meaning himself.

And this '666' was probably due to his survival ability.

The problem was that the X-Men were mostly Westerners, and '666' seemed to correspond to the demon in the Bible, a very evil number.

"Emmm..."

Fang Mo touched his chin, realizing he had encountered a cultural difference.

Just then, there was a light sound of footsteps, followed by the door creaking open. Fang Mo turned to see his little partner coming out. She seemed to have not slept well last night, her hair a bit messy with two stray strands sticking up.

"Assuming 666 represents the devil..."

Xiao Yao yawned lazily as she walked out. "Then 25.8069758 would be the root of all evil?"

"..."

This unexpected remark left both Fang Mo and Logan in silence.

"Alright, I think I get it now."

After quite a while, Logan was the first to react: "Looks like there's no need to call the FBI. She really is one of your kind..."

Xiao Yao saw this and unceremoniously punched Fang Mo.

"The grass on the grave is still okay." Logan couldn't help but retort after hearing this, but then he asked, "But speaking of this... will I die?"

"You were supposed to die, but now the butterfly effect is too strong, so I'm not sure."

Fang Mo shrugged.

"I see."

Logan surprisingly did not get angry or frown. He calmly picked up his glass and took a sip, "This... is fine too."

He was quite indifferent to it. After all, eternal life can be seen as either a blessing or a curse. For Logan, living long wasn't painful. What really pained him was seeing everyone around him leave, a fact he could not accept.

"By the way, Fang Mo."

Logan seemed to remember something and looked up, "Next time you come, try to be earlier. At least... don't wait decades to visit again."

"Hmm?"

Fang Mo looked at Logan curiously, "Why say this all of a sudden?"

"I can wait."

Logan took out a cigarette from somewhere and skillfully lit it, "But Charles and the others can't wait any longer."

"Oh, that..."

Hearing this, Fang Mo nodded subconsciously. He recalled the fate of the old Charles... which seemed quite pitiful.

He was disintegrated into dust by the Dark Phoenix in "The Last Stand," hunted by Sentinels in "Days of Future Past," had his head twisted off in "Doctor Strange 2," suffered from dementia in "Logan," and was finally killed by a clone of Wolverine... What's worse, even in his final moments, he was having a casual chat before being stabbed. That's really brutal.

And not just in the movies, even the actor Patrick Stewart has visibly aged over the years. It's unclear how many more films he can make.

This sense of twilight years does leave a bittersweet feeling.

"Alright then."

Fang Mo thoughtfully stroked his chin, "Next time, I'll try to come earlier. If I can't make it in time... I'll personally initiate the Sentinel program to reboot the timeline."

"Just come earlier, don't mess things up."

Logan's face darkened.

"Haha, alright, alright." Fang Mo laughed and raised his glass, "To my eternal Wolverine."

"..."

Logan wordlessly raised his glass but still clinked it with Fang Mo's.

After downing his drink, Logan put down his glass and suddenly asked, "This time, you're not planning to ask me?"

"Ask what?"

Fang Mo was taken aback.

"What did you ask me before you left last time?" Logan reminded.

"Oh, that."

Hearing Logan's words, Fang Mo remembered that he had invited Logan to another world. Smiling, he said, "There's no point in asking. You won't leave this world before sending them off... right?"

Logan said nothing, implicitly agreeing with Fang Mo.

"Anyway, I will miss you too."

After a long silence, Logan spoke again, "But as an old friend, if you could get rid of that talking annoying cigar... our relationship might be a bit better."

"What if I refuse?"

"I'll hang your photo on the wall for the kids to admire."

Logan said, "You should know, your portrait is much better than you. It doesn't talk trash and only needs a nail to hang."

"... It has to be you."

Fang Mo wiped his face upon hearing this.