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"It's worth it to exchange the lives of us old men for the chance for two young people to survive." Charles took great pains to invade Wolverine's consciousness.

"But..." Wolverine tried to respond in his mind, but his body moved involuntarily. Charles was forcibly controlling him.

"There's nothing to say but, Magneto will not let us go today. Don't resist my thoughts anymore, Logan, at least let us die quickly and with some dignity." Charles said this in Logan's thoughts.

He forced Logan's body to move and walked to Hawkeye first. Hawkeye smiled at Logan: "At least the adamantium piercing my heart is sharp enough, so I won't feel too much pain."

Logan raised his shaking hands and pressed his fist against Hawkeye's chest. He wanted to stop it, but his body wouldn't listen. The professor manipulated Logan's nerves and controlled the adamantium claw to pop out.

With a swoosh, the sharp claws instantly pierced Hawkeye's heart, fast and deadly. As Hawkeye expected, he died without feeling much pain.

Logan wanted to shout loudly, but no sound came out. He watched like a bystander as the professor manipulated his body to do something he didn't want to do. But he could feel his body.

He could feel the blood from Hawkeye's heart on his hands. Then, he came to Nightcrawler. Nightcrawler whispered to him, "Take good care of the children in the future, and don't let Magneto find you again."

With a swoosh, the diamond claw pierced the heart again. Compared to Hawkeye, Logan clearly felt that Nightcrawler's muscles were denser and more difficult to penetrate. The sensitivity to this subtle difference almost made Logan collapse.

He personally ended the lives of his companions one by one! On the second floor, the members of the Hellfire Club were immersed in ecstasy. Is there anything more exciting than killing each other? Magneto was right, he put on a good show for everyone!

"Hey, although we haven't seen each other for many years, you are still so young, Logan. Your claws better be a little bit tilted, because my heart is not in the right position." These are the words of Spider-Man, who greets death with his unique humor.

Tony Stark also walked to the finish line with a smile, his eyes revealing a sense of relief and satisfaction.

"At least I died in your hands, shot to pieces, but at least my body was intact. This is the best ending for me." His voice was calm and firm, as if he had already seen through life and death.

"If you can help collect my body, please remember to give me prosthetic limbs so that I can be buried intact. It is too ugly to lose both legs. I don't want to be buried in such a mutilated state." The corners of his mouth raised slightly with a hint of sarcasm.

After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the final moment to come. At this moment, he had no fear at all, only respect for life and calmness towards death.

Logan's sharp claws mercilessly pierced Tony's heart, as if to end his life completely. However, at the same time, Logan himself had already burst into tears and could not control himself. His emotions surged out like a flood, and tears and snot intertwined with each other, making this once majestic old man so fragile and helpless at this moment, as if he had lost all his strength and support.

His eyes were filled with endless sorrow and regret, tears slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, forming puddles of water stains. His once resolute and cold face was now distorted by pain, and the original majesty was gone. His lips trembled, trying to make a sound, but only sobs and sobs came out of his throat.

At this time, Logan was like an old man wandering the streets, lonely and helpless, with a tormented soul. His body was trembling slightly, and it seemed that he might collapse at any time. His heart was full of contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, he felt deeply guilty about his behavior, and on the other hand, he could not escape the shackles of fate.

At this moment, he became a person swallowed by sorrow, lost in the abyss of pain, unable to find a way out. The world around him seemed to be far away from him, leaving him alone to face the darkness and despair in his heart.

When he reached Charles, he was able to speak at last. He cried out in sorrow, "Why! Why!"

Charles raised his hand with difficulty and touched Logan's weathered face, and said in a calm tone: "Because nothing matters anymore."

Puff. Professor X, who had fought for the peaceful coexistence of mutants and humans all his life, finally died at the hands of his students. Charles' control was lifted, and Logan was able to move freely.

He held Charles' body and cried bitterly, his features twisted. Tears poured out like a flood, and great grief invaded him. Logan was no longer the indestructible tough guy, crying so hard that he couldn't even control his snot and saliva.

He hugged Charles' body tightly like a last resort, crying loudly and shouting: "Ah!!!!!"

Like the wolverines in a pack returning from hunting, the wail of the wolverines echoed in the valley after seeing the entire pack dead.

Those friends whose lives were taken away by Logan's claws all had smiles on their faces. Only Logan will live forever with sadness.

I indulged in self-harm again today, just to make sure I could still feel everything.

Feeling the pain with all my strength is the only truth I have left.

The pain was so piercing, as if an old wound had been opened again. I tried to drive it all away, but I still remembered it in my heart.

What I was, my dear friend, is gone.

You are better than anything I fight for in this world, and I am afraid that I will only disappoint you and hurt you.

If I could do it all over again, I would travel around the world, stay true to myself, and continue to search for the path of my soul.

Under the Canadian Rockies, the X-Men stood far away, forming a cordon to protect Li Jie and Logan and his son, and prevent anyone from disturbing them.

Ever since Logan and his son were trapped in a mental maze constructed with thousand-year-old building blocks by Li Jie in a special way, he created an illusion that belonged only to them in the maze through the statue of Ksitigarbha Buddha.

The father and son seemed to be frozen in time. Occasionally, Logan's face showed expressions of calm, anger, and joy.

But more often than not, it was an indescribable sadness. Although he was immobilized and fell to the ground powerlessly...

Tears kept rolling down his eyes, and he curled up like a baby who had just left his mother's arms, looking weak and helpless.

Many X-Men frowned, their faces full of worry. Blink stood side by side with Jean, she held Jean's arm tightly, and asked anxiously, "Will Logan be okay?"

Qin was also confused at the moment, after all, she couldn't go to investigate the situation of Li Jie and the others. At the moment, Li Jie was doing his best to drive the vision formed by the thousand-year-old building blocks and the Buddha statue, and had no time to explain.

Jean could only manage a smile: "It should be fine. Logan is a tough guy who never falls down."

Qin didn't know that sometimes it might not take any cruel torture to defeat a tough guy, and the real fear came from the despair deep in the soul.

Li Jie used all his energy and felt that he was close to his limit.

Although there were no obvious signs, he had a hunch that Logan and the others were about to emerge from the maze of Millennium Bricks.

Li Jie launched a final mental attack on Logan, releasing the strongest energy wave. The Ksitigarbha statue, which was originally glowing faintly, now shone brightly.

Everyone understood that Logan and the others would be back soon!

……

It was like being trapped in a thorny bush. If I moved, I would be stabbed by the sharp branches, cutting my skin and exposing the muscles underneath to the air without any protection.

The thorns pierced my body, injecting a poison called chaos into my blood. I don't know where it started, and I don't know when it will end.

I am trapped in this cage of chaos, unable to reincarnate or escape. Whenever I want to take action, the toxins of chaos corrode my heart.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, a smell I had longed for for years. Only by irrigating this chaotic thorn with the most concentrated blood could they flourish.

In this hell, I continued to live in the way I was used to. I didn't want to resist, and I didn't expect hope anymore, because everything seemed futile.

The corpses scattered all over the ground are my final destination. When the sharp claws pierce the chest of any life, the familiar sounds and familiar smells, I have become accustomed to them.

I gave up praying, because I knew it was all in vain. After hundreds of years of struggling, every time I tried to free myself, Hell only bound me tighter.

I gave up my faith and the light.

All of this is so familiar, every time I pray for a new beginning, I know the ending deep in my heart. They appear in different forms, but the taste is always the same: chaos, evil, killing, and lingering nightmares.

Fatigue and boredom surrounded me. I didn't want to think any more, nor did I want to make any unnecessary efforts, because I knew the outcome every time.

No matter how things start, they always end the same way.

Living forever is an unspeakable pain. I personally ended the lives of my friends, and they were freed with a smile, transcending everything in the world.

And I am still struggling in this endless dark hell, unable to see light and hope. I have given up thinking and just want to sink into this darkness forever.

I am willing to sacrifice eternal damnation in order to free my friends and loved ones from the shackles of this world.

Even if I am surrounded by thorns, even if my body is filled with chaotic toxins, as long as they are safe, I have nothing to fear.

I will use my sharp claws to survive in this dark hell, and spend the rest of my life helping those who can leave here to get rid of it all.

Even if the thorns grow more and more dense, even if everything may be in vain.

All I know is that when darkness falls, I can't resist, even prayers are useless. My enemies, those beasts that feed on blood.

I will use your blood to nourish this hell of thorns until the most beautiful flowers bloom, as red as roses and as hot as roses.

I will be the only gardener in the dark hell, letting these thorns spread throughout the hell, imprisoning all of you, and letting those bloodthirsty beasts fall into the thorns. This is my final destiny in this life.

Like the mountains and the sea, I will never change. I swear on my eternity. - James Howlett, John Logan, Wolverine, Wolverine.

I swear by every name and every journey in my life that I will stay in hell forever until it is filled with beautiful flowers...

...

Logan lay by the lake at the foot of the Canadian Rockies, feeling the wet and cold pebbles and smelling the scent of lake water and cedar. Everything was so familiar, as if he had returned to the past.

The war had not yet begun. The sun shone on him, and Logan was sure that this was not a dream. In his tear-blurred vision, he saw the people he longed to see in his dream again, and they ran towards him with a smile. If this is the last dream before I die, please let me die in this dream...