Shattering a Fifty-Year Nightmare! Adamantium Claws Unsheathed

Upon hearing Jiang Li's words, "Go and cut off Old Man Hulk's head," Logan shuddered. He lowered his head, digging his hands into the sand until his knuckles turned white from the force.

"I can't do it."

Logan's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed against it, "Fifty years ago, on that night, the Mutants school was besieged by villains. I fought desperately to protect everyone..."

Logan closed his eyes in pain, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"But after I killed the last person, the illusion disappeared. I realized there was no villain at all. I killed Cyclops, Storm, and all the X-Men. Mysterio deceived me; I Carnage my own family with my own hands."

"From that day on, Wolverine was dead. Those hands, stained with the blood of his family, were no longer worthy to show their claws."

Standing to the side, Gwen heard this cruel story and a hint of pity flashed in her eyes.

"So, you chose to punish yourself with cowardice. You watched helplessly as the Hulk Gang humiliated your wife and children, and as Red Skull enslaved the world."

Jiang Li slowly raised his left hand, pressing his thumb onto the Omnitrix.

"Logan, you're running away. You're afraid to face your guilt, so you're taking all the blame upon yourself. But the real killer is still at large in this world."

Buzz!

A soft, pinkish-green light flashed by.

Jiang Li transformed into a petite alien with butterfly-like wings and a long green dress. It looked extremely dreamlike, even somewhat cute, but in this form, Jiang Li possessed the most absolute mental control in the Omniverse.

Galvan System, Nemuina.

Pesky Dust!

Jiang Li gently flapped his wings and hovered in front of Logan. He raised his hand and scattered a cloud of shimmering pink Stardust.

Stardust fell on Logan. The strong, old farmer from the Wasteland had no chance to resist; he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Deep within Logan's nightmare.

A Mutants school engulfed in flames.

The ground was littered with the corpses of X-Men. Logan knelt in a pool of blood, his hands stained with blood, letting out a desperate, Beast- like howl.

"It's painful, isn't it?"

A clear, ethereal voice echoed through the sea of fire.

Logan looked up. He saw the Asian youth in the black trench coat (Jiang Li's consciousness projection) walking through the sea of fire, not a speck of dust on his body.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Logan stood up warily.

Jiang Li didn't answer. He walked to Logan's side, looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, and casually snapped his the Snap.

Snap!

The crisp the Snap echoed in my dream.

The next second.

The scene before Logan shattered like broken glass. The X-Men corpses on the ground vanished, replaced by Mysterio wearing a giant glass helmet and laughing maniacally.

"Did you see that?"

Jiang Li pointed to the illusion of the Mysterio.

"This is what really happened back then. Your senses were clouded by chemical gas and holographic projections. You were a victim, not a butcher."

"But I killed them! I did it!" Logan clutched his head in anguish.

That's not your fault!

Jiang Li's voice suddenly rose, like a heavy hammer striking Logan's heart.

"If you think you deserve to die, then go drag Red Skull and Old Man Hulk Hell! Instead of hiding in the Wasteland as a coward who can't even protect his wife and kids!"

Jiang Li waved his hand.

The sea of fire in the dream was extinguished instantly, and the Mysterio's phantom was crushed by a violent spiritual force.

"Save your anger for those who truly deserve to die. Wake up, Wolverine."

The real world.

A gentle breeze blew by.

Jiang Li deactivated his [Pesky Dust] transformation and reverted to his black-clad youth.

Logan, lying on the sand, suddenly opened his eyes.

He was breathing heavily, and his cloudy eyes no longer held numbness and escapism, but rather a raging fury that had been suppressed for fifty years, like a volcanic eruption.

Jiang Li completely shattered her inner conflict.

Logan slowly stood up. He looked down at his rough, calloused hands.

With the release of his psychological shackles, the self-healing factor within him, which he had deliberately suppressed for fifty years, began to operate wildly like a floodgate being opened!

The wounds on his face healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. His once hunched back straightened up, and even black streaks appeared in his gray hair. His muscles were once again filled with explosive power.

Fifty years of aging were forcibly reversed by the surge of self-healing factors!

Logan took a deep breath, his arms tensed abruptly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged like writhing dragons.

"Logan?"

Inside the farmhouse, Logan's wife ran out with their two children, looking at him with concern.

"Go back inside and lock the door. Don't come out until you hear from me."

Logan's voice was no longer hoarse, but had a chilling metallic quality.

The wife was stunned. She had been married to Logan over a decade and had never seen her husband display such a palpable murderous intent. Without asking any further questions, she picked up her child and retreated back into the house.

Logan turned around and looked at Jiang Li.

"May I have your name?"

"Jiang Li."

Logan nodded.

The next second.

He clenched his fists tightly, the backs of his hands facing the Wasteland in front of him.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Six Adamantium claws, gleaming with a chilling light and filled with an extreme thirst for blood that had not been tasted for fifty years, suddenly shot out from between his fingers!

The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping echoed throughout the farm.

In the sunlight, the steel claws reflected a deathly gleam.

Wolverine is back.

"Jiang Li."

Logan looked at the steel claws on his hands, a hideous grin spreading across his face.

"Lead the way. We're going to kill the Hulk."