American comic book: An aging Wolverine, doing whatever he wants.

Chapter 5 New Hope, Regrouping!

"Who?"

A hoarse voice came from the wheelchair, accompanied by a pair of hazy eyes hidden in the shadows.

"Don't worry, it's me, Logan."

Logan walked slowly into the water tower and spoke cautiously.

Charles Schewell moved his wheelchair forward a little, and light shone through the broken hole in the top of the water tower, illuminating his weathered face covered with age spots.

He looked up, his hazy gaze sweeping over Logan, before fearfully shifting his wheelchair backward.

"No, you're not Logan. The Logan I know isn't like this."

Logan quickly stepped forward, stood in front of the wheelchair, bent down, and whispered reassuringly, "Don't worry, Professor. Look closely, it really is me."

A flustered Charles stared at Logan's face, but gradually calmed down, his pale blue eyes revealing disbelief.

"My God, Logan, you've aged so much, you look like an old man."

He reached out his trembling hand, his withered palm touching Logan's wrinkled face, his expression full of heartache.

"Professor, I'm almost two hundred years old."

Logan said nonchalantly, handing over the medicine in the bowl, and at the same time taking a bottle of water from the table next to him and unscrewing the cap.

The professor suffers from Alzheimer's disease, has a very poor memory, often gets the time wrong, and can't even recognize people. When he has an attack, even if Magneto stood in front of him, he probably wouldn't remember his old buddy with whom he has a love-hate relationship.

He is no longer the respected Professor X, but an old man in his twilight years who can't even take care of himself when he needs to urinate.

To evade capture and to prevent an accidental loss of control that could lead to disaster, he was confined to this small water tower, breathing air filled with the smell of rust.

"That's impossible. You have a self-healing ability; you should be in your prime right now!"

The professor's face suddenly darkened. "It must be a conspiracy. They're poisoning you, trying to kill you with their limited lifespan!"

Logan looked helplessly at the professor who had suddenly become agitated, handed him the bowl of medicine again, and patiently soothed him, "Take your medicine first."

The professor looked at the pills in the bowl with a face full of resistance, but when he looked up at Logan's unquestionable eyes, he was like a child afraid of his parents, reaching out with a trembling hand to throw the pills into his mouth and swallow them with water.

As the drug took effect and his consciousness gradually returned, the professor's pale blue eyes regained some light.

He looked up at Logan and instinctively asked, "Logan, when did you get back?"

After saying that, the professor finally came to his senses, slumped into his chair, sighed deeply, and said somewhat dejectedly, "I'm sorry, I got confused again."

"It's okay."

Logan nodded and placed the bowl on the table beside him. "Want to lie down?"

The old man nodded. "I'm a little tired."

Logan picked up the professor, gently placed him on the bed, and covered him with a blanket. "I met a big, generous client today. He invited me to do a big deal that will make a lot of money."

"That sounds dangerous."

The professor lay on the bed, clutching the blanket in his hands, quietly looking at Logan. "Your body isn't as strong as it used to be."

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll be careful."

Logan patted the professor on the shoulder to comfort him.

The two sat on the edge of the bed, talking to each other like family, like father and son.

However, Logan was actually a hundred years older than Charles in bed.

"Are you still planning to buy another boat?"

Charles suddenly spoke up, and before Logan could answer, he immediately said, "Are you planning to spend the rest of your life holed up on this ship with me, living such a pathetic life? Are you willing to accept that?"

That is our final destination.

Logan slowly shook his head. "We're all getting old, the number of mutants has decreased significantly, and we're being hunted by the government. At sea, it's safer for you, me, and other ordinary people."

"But that's not the life you're looking for."

Charles finished speaking with a sigh and then turned away, no longer looking directly at Logan.

He had always been clear about Logan's thoughts. This guy was not one to settle for a mundane life, and the sea was not Logan's true home, which contradicted his original ideas.

He didn't want to see Logan end his life adrift at sea. He could have had a more glorious chapter in his life, but now Logan was going to give up all that glory.

Logan remained silent for a long time before suddenly saying softly, "I'm planning to look for a mutant shelter soon."

Charles was visibly taken aback, then quickly turned to look at Logan, confirming that Logan wasn't just trying to make him happy.

The frail old man suddenly smiled and said with great satisfaction, "That's Logan for you. Difficulties can never defeat him."

He knew that finding a mutant sanctuary and reconnecting with his own kind meant Logan was ready to regroup.

This is the real Logan, not just an Uber driver who drinks excessively.

The professor stared into Logan's eyes, a resolute determination hidden beneath his aged gaze. "Go do what you want to do. You will be a great leader, and our people need a leader like you."

Logan nodded silently.

Before yesterday, he did indeed want to find a boat to take the professor on a journey across the sea. He had even found a seller for the boat, and the boat itself was the same small boat that "Uncle Wolf" had chosen before, the "Sun Chaser".

but.

Just as the professor said, he was indeed unwilling to accept it.

As a time traveler, how could I possibly accept this?

But now he is too old, his self-healing factor is suppressed by genetically modified substances, and Adamantium is poisoning his body every moment.

Even though he was unwilling to grow old, his body could no longer tolerate his antics.

However, with the awakening of his new abilities, his dormant heart began to beat again yesterday.

New abilities, new hope—perhaps, it's not over yet.

Logan slowly raised his head and looked outside through the holes in the water tower.

It was already evening, and the sun, setting below the horizon, painted the desert a crimson hue.

"call."

Charles yawned deeply, his face already showing signs of sleepiness.

After he fell ill, he became easily sleepy, like many elderly people who need to sleep for long periods of time, but his sleep quality was very light, and he could be awakened by the slightest noise.

"Go to sleep."

Logan gently patted his shoulder to soothe him to sleep.

After Charles closed his pale blue eyes and his breathing gradually became steady, Logan slowly stood up.

Logan.

Charles suddenly woke up and grabbed Logan's wrist like a child afraid of falling asleep.

"I'm right outside."

Logan gently patted Charles's hand. "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

"Um."

Charles then carefully withdrew his hand and closed his eyes again.

After confirming that Charles was asleep, Logan sighed softly and carefully stepped out of the water tower.

After Logan left, Charles, who should have been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

His pale blue eyes gleamed as he stared at the entrance to the water tower, muttering to himself meaningfully.

"Logan, Logan Howlett."

(End of this chapter)