Starting as a Class Five Mutant-Chapter 507

"I believe you knew my father during Project X."

Dr. Rice spoke with a calculated tone.

Hearing those words, Logan's expression darkened. Something surfaced in his memory, and his face twisted with anger.

"Oh, you mean the bastard who pumped this poison into my body?"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, the gleaming adamantium claws extending with a sharp snikt.

Ten meters away.

Standing in the sunlight, Syd's eyes flickered with thought.

"So it really is adamantium poisoning?"

Of course, the modified food developed by Dr. Rice might have been a catalyst—suppressing Logan's healing factor.

Without these complications, his regeneration should have kept him alive for centuries.

After all, he was born in 1832, fought through multiple world wars alongside Sabretooth, and was pushing two hundred years old.

His sudden decline had only begun after receiving the adamantium infusion, and even now, he was barely at a middle-aged stage.

Clearly, his natural lifespan was meant to be much longer.

Dr. Rice responded to Logan's accusation.

"That's right. He was one of them."

Logan's eyes narrowed. He vaguely recalled his rampage after undergoing the adamantium procedure—slaughtering those responsible.

"I think I killed him," he muttered.

Dr. Rice's expression soured.

"You did," he admitted stiffly.

Beside him, Donald Pierce sneered.

"Show some respect, mutie!"

"You're looking at the man who wiped out your entire species!"

Dr. Rice, feigning politeness, corrected, "Donald is exaggerating. The plan wasn't about extermination. It was about control."

His tone became instructive, almost lecturing.

"You see, I realized one day that we weren't just refining our food supply—we could refine ourselves."

"Gene therapy—subtly introduced into everything from drinks to breakfast cereals..."

To him, the X-gene was a deformity. Something unnatural. Something that needed to be corrected.

Dr. Rice's eyes gleamed with pride.

"We succeeded. Random mutation—eradicated, like polio."

"And then... we moved on to the next phase."

Logan cut him off, voice filled with disgust.

"Breeding your own mutants?"

From the distance, Donald smirked.

"That's right, James."

As their admissions sunk in, Logan, Gabriela, and even the mutant children glared at them in fury.

Watching quietly, Syd couldn't help but scoff internally.

So, Rice talks about curing mutations, but still wants to harness the X-gene's power for himself?

The evidence was right there—Logan's clone, and the children standing nearby.

This wasn't about eliminating mutants.

It was about owning them.

The moment Donald finished speaking, Logan could no longer hold back.

Snarling, he lunged forward, claws ready to tear Dr. Rice apart.

Dr. Rice went pale, stumbling backward in terror.

He barely had time to react.

Luckily for him, Donald moved fast—raising his pistol and firing several rounds.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Red holes appeared in Logan's body, but he didn't stop.

With gritted teeth, he powered through the pain, shielding his face with his arms and charging forward.

Donald's expression twisted.

"OPEN FIRE!"

The surrounding soldiers snapped into action, rifles raising in unison.

RATATATATA—

Gunfire erupted.

The force of the bullets staggered Logan backward, halting his advance.

Meanwhile, Dr. Rice took the opportunity to flee.

Logan gritted his teeth in frustration.

Unable to push forward, he ducked behind a tree for cover.

"Logan!"

Gabriela and the children cried out in concern.

Breathing heavily, Logan pressed his back against the bark.

His wounds weren't healing.

He could feel the sluggishness, the dull ache that never used to be there.

In the past, the bullets would've already been pushed out of his body.

Now...

"Damn it..."

Facing a squad of heavily armed soldiers, he knew he couldn't take them all head-on.

Then—

A voice cut through the gunfire.

"LAURA!"

Logan turned, eyes widening.

Laura was already in motion.

Ignoring the bullets, she charged forward, leapt onto a soldier, and drove her claws through his chest.

She landed in a crouch, retracting her claws as her wounds sealed instantly.

The sight sent Logan reeling.

He was watching his younger self.

The reckless, untouchable force of nature he used to be.

But now...

Feeling the deep ache in his body, the pain that wouldn't fade, Logan let out a quiet sigh.

Still—

No time to think.

Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to move.

Pushing through the pain, he sprinted from cover, slashing through a nearby soldier's throat.

Then another.

The mutant children finally snapped out of their shock and joined the fight.

Some manipulated dirt and plants.

Others sent sparks of electricity through the air.

One exhaled freezing mist.

Their abilities were weak, underdeveloped.

If Dr. Rice hadn't ordered them to be captured alive, they would've already been gunned down.

...

Meanwhile.

Dr. Rice had one last card to play.

Hearing a low mechanical whirring, Syd turned toward the sound.

There he was.

Stepping into the sunlight—

A hulking figure.

Black pants. Gray shirt.

Short cropped hair.

And a face that looked exactly like Logan's younger self.

X-24.

Dr. Rice's personal weapon.

Logan's perfect clone.

A mindless, soulless killing machine—engineered for absolute obedience.

In the original timeline, this was the one who had gutted Professor X before Logan even realized what had happened.

The one who had ultimately killed Logan himself—driving a wooden spike through his gut, leaving him to bleed out.

The true executioner of the old era.

X-24 wasted no time.

He lunged forward, claws flashing.

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SLASH!

A deep wound tore across Logan's left arm.

The older mutant staggered, eyes wide.

"What the hell are you?!"

Logan's face was twisted in disbelief.

Looking into X-24's cold, empty eyes—

He might as well have been staring into a mirror of the past.

(End of Chapter)

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