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Chapter 135 – Wolverine: It’s Not That I’m Weak—You’re Just Too OP!
🕑 Added 2025-06-02 16:39:45 +0000 UTC
Stryker is dead.
This secret base is destroyed.
There was no room for doubt anymore.
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“Yes, I was the one who saved you.”
Alex’s voice echoed across the hall, calm and steady.
“That’s not in question.”
“But I’m not stopping here.”
“I’ve built something—a home. A place where mutants like us can live together. A family, made by mutants, for mutants.”
“A place where we protect one another, support one another.”
“But I’m not forcing anyone.”
“If you want to leave with me, you’re welcome. If not, I’ll still take you out of this hellhole—and from there, you’re free to go your own way.”
“There’s time to decide. You don’t need to rush.”
“For now—let’s get out of here.”
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Alex’s voice was strong, confident, without being overbearing.
As he looked out across the rescued mutants, a new wave of murmurs filled the hall.
They looked at each other, uncertain.
Should they follow him?
He had saved them.
He was powerful—far beyond any mutant they’d ever seen.
Some hesitated. Others looked determined, their minds clearly made up.
Alex didn’t push them. He just nodded and gestured for them to follow as he turned toward the exit.
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BOOM.
A heavy mechanical thud sounded. The blast door ahead began to lift.
A burly, sharp-eyed figure appeared on the other side.
The rescued mutants instantly tensed.
But Alex just smiled and raised a hand.
“Relax, everyone. He’s not the enemy.”
He looked toward the man at the gate.
“Logan, you’re a bit late, huh?”
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Yes—it was Wolverine.
Wolverine: “...”
He didn’t know what to say.
Was he really late?
No.
It was this kid who was just too damn OP.
Who the hell clears an entire heavily armed secret military base—alone—in less time than it takes most people to make coffee?
Even an entire army wouldn’t be this fast!
Wolverine was shocked.
He opened his mouth to say something, but then—he froze.
Because he saw her.
That familiar figure.
“Kayla?”
He stood frozen, stunned.
She was supposed to be dead. He had buried her himself.
What the hell was going on?
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“Logan?”
Silver Fox was just as stunned to see him. Her eyes widened with emotion she couldn’t contain.
Deceiving Logan had never been her intention.
And ever since, she had lived under a cloud of guilt and self-loathing.
She never thought she’d see him again.
Yet here he was.
“Kayla... I don’t understand. You died. Right in front of me...”
Wolverine’s voice was hoarse.
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“I’m sorry, Logan. I lied to you.”
Silver Fox lowered her eyes, unable to meet his gaze.
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“Okay, okay,” Alex cut in casually, a mischievous edge to his tone.
“Can we save the romance drama for later?”
His voice broke the tension in the most inappropriate—but effective—way.
Both Logan and Silver Fox fell silent.
Yeah.
Now really wasn’t the time.
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Alex turned back to Logan.
“Logan,” he said, serious again.
“Can I ask you to lead everyone out of here? Go rendezvous with Gambit.”
“What about you?” Logan asked, his expression sobering.
“Wiping out the people here isn’t enough,” Alex replied.
“This place still holds tons of research data on mutants. It all needs to be destroyed.”
That had been his plan all along—take the survivors to safety, then return to burn everything down.
But now that Logan was here?
No need to double back.
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Logan didn’t even hesitate.
“Got it.”
He nodded and turned, guiding the rescued mutants out of the base.
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Meanwhile, Alex began his “tour” of the facility.
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Zzzzt! Zzzzt!
Heat vision slashed through lab after lab. Equipment. Consoles. Control panels.
Melted to slag.
Documents, digital records—anything related to mutant experimentation—he gathered up and burned without mercy.
He didn’t just incinerate the place in one go because the smoke and heat signatures would attract attention.
He wasn’t afraid of trouble—but why create unnecessary ones?
Also, this base contained nuclear tech.
Blasting it all at once? Very bad idea.
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Hmm? What’s this...?
Alex had just demolished another lab when something caught his eye.
A strange-looking stone had fallen to the ground.
It had been mounted on one of the lab’s machines, and his heat vision had struck it during the sweep.
He hadn’t thought much of it at the time—just part of the debris.
But now?
That stone should’ve been vaporized along with everything else.
Instead, it had been blown across the room, entirely intact.
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Alex’s eyes narrowed.
He walked over.
The stone looked perfectly clean—almost like polished granite.
It had even been cut cleanly in half, as if sliced by a blade. The cut surface was smooth as glass.
Yet it had resisted his heat vision without a scratch.
“What the hell is this?”
He crouched and picked it up, brow furrowed in interest.
Whatever it was, Stryker had mounted it on a research station.
Which meant—it wasn’t ordinary.
For a moment, Alex wondered if it was Adamantium ore.
But no.
Didn’t look right. Too clean. Too refined.
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Out of curiosity, he fired another heat vision beam directly at it.
Still—no damage.
Instead, the stone began to glow faintly, a deep blue hue spreading across its surface.
But the moment he stopped the beam, the glow faded away.
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“Interesting...”
A smile of intrigue crept across Alex’s face.
Very interesting.
