Two Wolverines

"You mean an organization founded by mutants is recruiting mutants to fight those ambitious schemers hiding in the shadows?"

"It sounds a little unbelievable."

Lox activated the taxi's Machine Spirit and had it drive itself toward their destination. Freed from the need to focus on driving, the naturally lively and talkative Darwin gradually opened up.

He was still immersed in an unreal sense of daze. Darwin was terrified that he would suddenly wake up and discover that everything had merely been a beautiful dream.

The money sitting in his bank account was already enough for him to live extravagantly for the rest of his life.

No one would care whether he was a mutant, because to a billionaire, being a mutant was hardly worth mentioning.

That was the essence of this country. You could be Black, Asian, even a mutant, but you could not be poor.

Among the homeless people scattered everywhere, there were plenty of white people who had once belonged to the elite as well.

Darwin felt that what Lox had mentioned was a bit far-fetched. He was long past the age of adolescent fantasies; he was just a miserable office drone hustling passengers on the streets to earn a little hard-earned money.

If someone really wanted to destroy the world, maybe that would not be so bad. At least his mutant ability ensured that he could still live comfortably even in the harsh environment of a nuclear apocalypse.

Hiroshima and Nagasaki, which had taken two nuclear bombs during World War II, had long since recovered their natural ecosystems.

Life always found a way out. Under natural selection, even a post-nuclear wasteland could develop a new ecosystem.

But since Lox had said it, Darwin naturally did everything he was told.

People like him thought simply. Whoever treated him