Logan, You'd Better Wait for Me!

Magneto felt helpless and bitter after hearing Raven's words.

Raven finally stopped laughing, looked at Erik's worried face, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, and said with some relief.

"Erik, you've changed. If it were the old you, knowing about Lorna's existence, you most likely wouldn't have bothered with her, and there was a small chance you would have forced her to join the Brotherhood."

Instead of looking like this now, like an old father helpless in the face of a rebellious daughter.

"Yes, because with the king here, I can lay down the burdens of my race and cast aside past hatreds."

"We only need to follow the king's commands, and he will lead us to prosperity; I have no doubt about this."

Erik raised his glass, his eyes filled with determination and reverence, and clinked it against Raven's.

"Homage to the Demon King!"

"Homage to the Demon King!"

"Homage to the Demon King!!!"

Erik's impassioned voice echoed through the air, and the Mutants below, hearing his call, raised their glasses or both hands, their faces beaming with fervor and devotion.

Shouts rose and fell, converging into a torrent within the luxurious hotel, seemingly capable of breaking through all obstacles and surging towards an unknown yet hopeful future.

Once everything had calmed down, Raven suddenly remembered something and asked, "Does Jenna know about Lorna?"

"... He hasn't said anything yet."

"Nina and Lorna, who is the older sister?"

"... Nina, no, Lorna."

Are you sure there aren't any other children?

"..."

Erik fell silent, momentarily speechless at the question.

He wasn't really sure. He was a man too, and had had many lovers over the years. Who knew if, in some unexpected moment, they might end up having children?

Thinking of this, his brows furrowed even more.

"And..." Raven wanted to ask something more, but the chair carried her up and "whoosh"ed down to the first floor.

Erik stared at the wine glass in front of him, lost in thought.

No way...

In a corner of the hall.

"Logan, I'm not bad-looking either. Marrying you wouldn't be a bad deal for me, so why don't you agree?"

The White Queen looked at Wolverine, her delicate face showing a hint of anger.

Her graceful figure was accentuated by the white dress, making her appear even more elegant and charming.

At this moment, a group of Mutants surrounded her, some looking at the White Queen with envy, others casting jealous and resentful glances at Wolverine.

The White Queen is a well-known Mutants, possessing a beautiful appearance, formidable strength, and is Omega-level Mutant.

Previously, half the people in the Hellfire Club went there specifically for the White Queen, but unfortunately, no one has ever managed to get close to her.

Now the roses they long for have ended up in the wolf's mouth, and the wolf won't even eat them.

Why are you bothering me?

Wolverine looked helpless and scratched his head in frustration.

This woman had been pestering him for a long time, but he had no desire to get married; he just wanted to live freely.

"Of course I like you! I'm going to sign this marriage agreement today no matter what."

The White Queen slammed a marriage agreement on the table, crossed her arms, and looked determined to win.

Only after joining the Demon Group did the White Queen truly realize how good her treatment was.

Needless to say, she doesn't lack basic salaries at all.

The key is the merchandise inside the Demon Group; that's what's truly tempting. You can buy any kind of ability you want, as well as all sorts of high-tech products.

Unfortunately, some products have grade requirements, especially Rejuvenation Potion.

Despite her youth and beauty, she is actually close to 100 years old.

It's sustained entirely by superpowers, but that only maintains its appearance; its internal structure still ages.

To become a core member, you either need to make significant contributions or contribute ten million Contribution Points.

All of this takes too long.

Fortunately, the White Queen learned of a shortcut.

Marrying a key member is obviously the first thing to do; you can't exploit any bugs that might occur.

But among the people she could contact, there were only three core members: an old man, a bald man, and Logan.

If you marry him, you can borrow Logan's account level.

Why not ask Logan to help you buy it?

First: The Demon Group already has so many good things in its early stages, so its future development is limitless.

Second: Logan's appearance also fits her aesthetic standards.

The White Queen was secretly plotting her own plans, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that marrying Logan was a good choice.

"Logan, just say yes, there are so many benefits!" The White Queen softened her tone, trying to persuade Wolverine.

Wolverine remained unmoved. "Don't waste your energy. I won't get married just because of this."

The White Queen bit her lip. "So what do you want? I've already humbled myself so much."

"I know what you're after. If you want the potion, prepare your Contribution Points, and I'll sell it to you at the original price."

Wolverine stood up, ready to leave.

How did you know?

The White Queen was surprised. She hadn't told anyone about these things; to outsiders, it seemed she had suddenly become infatuated with Logan.

"It's just my intuition. Besides, the Rejuvenation Potion has only been available for a few days, and you're already here wanting to get married. Your intentions are too obvious. I can help you buy it out of consideration for us being friends, but please stop bothering me while I'm drinking."

After saying Logan left without looking back.

The White Queen was left standing there dumbfounded. After a while, a bewitching smile appeared on her lips.

"Logan, you just wait!"

The next day.

Unable to move.

This feeling is like returning to the place where Odin sealed me away.

Hela suddenly opened her eyes, a trace of panic still lingering in them.

Looking around, Nina was wrapped around her neck and leaning on her shoulder.

Penny was fast asleep, her head resting on her belly.

Xiaoyu hugged her legs.

Several people were sleeping haphazardly.

"What terrible sleeping posture."

Hela sighed, gently broke free, and walked outside.

It was barely dawn, and few people were still awake.

Hela arrived at the doorway, feeling the cool sea breeze. Although her divine power was sealed, being able to leave the desolate Hel was not bad.

The sea breeze caressed her face and tousled her hair. She squinted her eyes slightly, savoring this moment of peace and freedom.

Hela's ears twitched slightly; it was the sound of a weapon cutting through the air.

Following the sound, Hela walked towards the back of the house.

Arriving at an open meadow, they saw Damian training with a small samurai sword in hand.

The weapons whistled through the air as he swung them, as if he were engaged in a fierce battle with an unseen enemy.

Sweat poured down his face like rain, indicating that he had been training for quite some time.

Suddenly, Damian's wrist went numb, and the katana flew out of his hand.

Damian was startled as he watched the martial arts knife fly towards the figure in the corner.

"Careful!"

Hela tilted her head slightly to dodge the blade, easily grabbed the hilt, and casually twirled the knife a few times.

"Nice toy, little one, what are you playing with?"

Hela asked with great interest.