[Starting as a Class 5 Mutant] Chapter 390/391 (Patreon)

The more Logan recalled the memories of a world shrouded in darkness—bereft of sunlight, filled with loneliness, war, suffering, and death—the heavier his heart grew.

He had to stop it.

Although his consciousness had traveled back to the present, there was no guarantee that Kitty could maintain her ability for long.

Logan furrowed his brows in thought.

According to the Professor, the Sentinel program originated with a man named Dr. Bolivar.

While studying human DNA, Bolivar discovered the X-gene and hypothesized that mutants would eventually replace humanity. To save humankind, he conceived of a devastating weapon specifically designed to target mutants: the Sentinel robots.

He had conducted horrific experiments on countless mutants.

It was Mystique, the shapeshifter capable of assuming any form, who inadvertently uncovered his atrocities.

To stop him, Mystique disguised herself and infiltrated a meeting. There, before a crowd of witnesses, she drew a gun and assassinated Bolivar.

It was her first time killing someone.

However, Bolivar's death didn't end the Sentinel program. Instead, it intensified the government's demand for the robots.

When Mystique was captured, she was subjected to relentless torture and experimentation. Her DNA, which held the secret to her shapeshifting abilities, was extracted.

Using this, the government succeeded in creating a weapon capable of countering any mutant power: the Sentinel robots.

Recalling the Professor's information and his assigned mission, Logan muttered, "I need to find Mystique and stop her from killing Bolivar."

If Mystique never fell into the hands of the government, the Sentinel program could be thwarted at its inception. The bleak future might never come to pass.

Everything could change.

Resolute, Logan strode out of the room, heading to find the Professor and gain his trust.

Walking through the hallways of the mansion, it didn't take long for Logan to reach the Professor's office.

Knock, knock, knock.

Hearing the knocks, Professor Xavier, seated in his wheelchair, looked slightly surprised. He wasn't sure why Logan would seek him out.

Nearby, Storm and Cyclops were also present.

"Come in, Logan," said the Professor.

As Logan, tall and muscular, entered the office, Xavier continued, "What brings you here?"

Both Storm and Cyclops exchanged curious glances.

Logan, meanwhile, noticed something off.

The Professor in front of him didn't entirely match the one described in the future.

Although he sensed something amiss, Logan didn't dwell on it. Glancing at Storm and Cyclops, he hesitated for a moment before speaking directly.

"Professor, do you believe in the impossible?"

"What do you mean?" Xavier asked, puzzled by Logan's cryptic demeanor.

Under their curious gazes, Logan said bluntly, "This might sound crazy, but I'm from the future. Do you believe me?"

Before Xavier could respond, Storm and Cyclops exchanged incredulous looks.

"Are you sleepwalking? What kind of joke is this?" Cyclops said in a stern tone.

"Hold your tongue, Cyclops," Logan shot back with a glare before turning back to the Professor. "I know this is hard to believe, but you have to trust me, Professor."

His expression turned grim as he continued, "In the future, Sentinels go rogue. They relentlessly hunt down humans and mutants alike. Neither of us survives their onslaught."

"Anyone with the X-gene, whether dominant or recessive, becomes a target."

"You know this, Professor. Most humans carry the X-gene in a recessive form."

Finally, Logan fell silent, his expression heavy.

"These Sentinels are terrifying. They're the ultimate nemesis of mutants. No mutant can stand against them."

"We couldn't hold them back. So many people… so many died..."

As Logan recalled the Sentinels' ability to adapt and counter any mutant power, his face filled with despair.

Compared to mutants, the Sentinels seemed like the pinnacle of evolution. Logan couldn't fathom anyone capable of defeating them.

Maybe Jean could have, but…

Seeing Logan's despondent expression, Xavier and the others couldn't help but frown.

Even if they weren't entirely convinced about Logan's claims of time travel, they couldn't ignore the alarming implications.

"Wait a minute, Logan," Cyclops interrupted. "You said Sentinels hunt humans and mutants alike?"

"What about the White Cloak and the Messiah? What happened to them?"

Cyclops's question mirrored what both Xavier and Storm were thinking.

With those two powerful mutants around, the Sentinels would surely have faced opposition. After all, both were Omega-level mutants and likely targets of the Sentinels.

Logan, however, looked baffled.

"White Cloak? Messiah?"

"Who are they?"

"How could anyone deal with something as dangerous as the Sentinels?"

Thinking about the Sentinel-dominated future, Logan couldn't believe any mutant, no matter how powerful, could have made a difference.

Seeing Logan's reaction, Xavier, Cyclops, and Storm exchanged bewildered looks.

"You've lost your mind," Cyclops said, frowning. "Don't you remember them? They're Omega-level mutants!"

"If they're around, the Sentinels wouldn't stand a chance!" Storm added.

Logan froze, his eyes widening in shock.

"Omega-level mutants?" he echoed in disbelief.

As a mutant himself, Logan understood the significance of that classification.

But how was it possible? Omega-level mutants were exceedingly rare. Two of them existing at the same time?

This realization amplified Logan's sense of unease. Something was definitely wrong.

Even with his rough nature, Logan could tell that something about the timeline had gone awry.

At this moment, Xavier's expression turned serious. Placing two fingers on his temple, he asked, "Logan, do you mind if I take a look at your memories?"

"Professor, your powers still work?" Logan was momentarily surprised but nodded. "Go ahead, Professor."

(End of Chapter)

As the words fell, the professor closed his eyes, diving into Logan's memories.

Scenes flashed rapidly in his mind.

With every image, his expression shifted between astonishment—both at Logan's unique experiences and at the grim, desolate future where mutants were nearly extinct.

He even saw another version of himself, much older, gazing back at him. The professor's eyes grew clouded as he muttered, "Could I have been wrong all along?"

For years, he had upheld the belief in peaceful coexistence with humanity. Yet, the tragic fate of mutants unfolding in Logan's memories seemed to rebuke his choices.

After all, with his abilities, he could easily impose suggestions on the world's populace, compelling them to accept mutants.

But his principles held him back. He wanted humans to come to terms with mutants naturally, rather than forcing change.

There was also the critical issue of the brain's complexity. Even if he implanted suggestions or altered memories, the truth might eventually surface, unraveling the illusions.

Among billions of people, he was certain some would manage to uncover the truth, which could lead to an even worse situation.

This was why he refrained from taking such extreme measures. Using human lives to threaten governments? That wasn't something he could bring himself to do either.

After all, doing so would make him no different from the oppressors of mutants.

However, as he pondered the dark future Logan had shown him, his convictions began to waver. "Perhaps Erik's perspective isn't entirely wrong?"

Maybe he needed to adopt a firmer stance, to fight for more rights for mutants?

As he drifted into thought, Ororo, standing nearby, grew concerned and asked, "Professor, what did you see?"

The professor snapped out of his reverie, his gaze settling on Logan as his expression turned serious. "Logan is telling the truth. He really is from the future."

Hearing this, Logan let out a sigh of relief, while Ororo and Scott were left stunned.

Their first reaction was disbelief, but they knew the professor wouldn't lie to them.

Scott furrowed his brow. "Professor, what about the White Knight and the Messiah? Unless they're dead, the future shouldn't have turned out like this! Who could possibly kill them?"

Reflecting on the Messiah's abilities and the White Knight's power—able to unleash sunlight across a range of over 100 kilometers with a single word—Scott couldn't fathom anyone on Earth capable of defeating them.

If they were dead, Logan's dystopian future seemed plausible. Without their deterrence, the military's inclination to mass-produce Sentinel robots would undoubtedly lead to catastrophe.

The thought sent a chill down Scott's spine. Could they really be dead?

As Scott wrestled with this notion, the professor's words brought him a moment of relief.

Shaking his head, the professor said, "That's not the case."

He turned to Logan. "Logan, you might have come to the wrong place."

"What do you mean?"

Logan and Scott exchanged confused glances, unsure of the professor's implication.

Soon, the professor's explanation cleared things up.

Logan hadn't just traveled through time—he had crossed into a parallel world.

The starkest difference between the two worlds was the existence of the White Knight and the Messiah. Their presence was the variable that made this world distinct from Logan's original one.

In the world Logan came from, neither existed, and that was the world he needed to return to.

"So, Logan came to the wrong place?" Scott said, astonished.

Ororo quickly accepted the idea, but Logan couldn't. His face pale, he asked, "If I'm in the wrong place, then what about the future? Changing things here won't affect my world, will it?"

The realization filled Logan with despair.

Was the grim future of his world truly inevitable?

Meanwhile, the clock in his timeline hadn't stopped. It wouldn't be long before the Sentinels broke through and wiped out the last of their resistance—Professor X, Erik, and the others.

The more Logan thought about it, the deeper his despair grew.

Seeing his anguish, the professor hesitated before offering a faint hope. "Logan, your future might still have a chance."

His words drew puzzled looks from Scott and the others.

The professor elaborated, "Logan, the key difference between this world and yours is the White Knight and the Messiah. Perhaps you can seek their help. With their power, they might be able to save your future."

"Those Sentinel robots—they're the only ones who could possibly stop them."

The Omega-level mutants?

Logan blinked, uncertain and skeptical.

While Omega mutants were immensely powerful, could they truly handle the unstoppable Sentinels?

Logan knew better than anyone just how terrifying the Sentinels were—machines of near-invincibility.

"What's the point?" Logan muttered. "Even if I find them, they can't travel back to my future with me."

The professor hesitated at this crucial point. "True, but let's focus on finding them first. Perhaps we'll figure out a way when the time comes."

With no other options, Logan reluctantly agreed.

They began strategizing how to locate the White Knight and the Messiah, the two Omega mutants.

Before long, nearly everyone at the X-Mansion knew about Logan's mission. The entire school mobilized its resources to assist in the search.

Even the professor entered the Cerebro chamber, attempting to locate the two mutants.

While their Omega abilities seemed to block direct detection, he could still glean useful information from others' memories—like their last known whereabouts.

As the search intensified, Logan found himself alone on the mansion's lawn, deep in thought.

He was plagued by doubts. Even if he found the two Omega mutants, would they be willing to help?

This was his biggest concern.

As he stood under the sun, a burly, ruggedly handsome middle-aged man with a beard approached him.

"What's on your mind?" Chris asked curiously.

Logan glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, then decided to voice his concerns.

Hearing Logan's worries, Chris burst out laughing. "Don't worry about that. I can't speak for the White Knight, but the Messiah has a decent relationship with you. He'll probably help. We've even fought together before!"

Chris briefly recounted a time he had encountered the Messiah escaping from an experimental facility.

While Logan seemed somewhat reassured, a hint of worry lingered on his face. Chris hesitated before leaning closer and lowering his voice.

"By the way," Chris said cautiously, "I'll tell you a secret, but don't share it with Magneto or the professor. It's about the Messiah."

(End of Chapter)

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