In the underground base, Logan slowly lay down on a single bed but suddenly sat up again.
Even a battle-hardened warrior like him couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as he was about to bear the hopes of the future world. “What do I need to do when I go back?” he asked.
“It’s simple,” Charles said, adjusting his wheelchair as he moved forward. “Find Raven, stop her from killing Bolivar Trask, and make sure she doesn’t fall into anyone else’s hands.”
“Where will she be?” Logan continued to ask.
“That’s a complicated story. In our youth, we made many mistakes. At that time, Raven was following my orders, and I led her down a dangerous path,” Charles explained.
Erik, watching Logan closely, added in a serious tone, “You’ll need the help of the younger me and Charles. If possible, you should also find Master Caesar!”
At the mention of “Caesar,” nearly everyone’s faces showed a sense of nostalgia and remembrance. Only the young Shadowcat looked confused, quietly murmuring the name that seemed to carry some magical power.
Lucas sighed, “I saw him once when I was a child. The sight of him flying through the sky is still deeply engraved in my memory.”
“Who is he?” Shadowcat couldn’t hold back her curiosity anymore and asked.
Lucas ruffled Shadowcat’s hair, explaining, “He’s an extraordinary figure not recorded in history, as he was just a fleeting visitor to this world. But if anyone could defeat the Sentinels, it would be him.”
Charles and the others didn’t refute Lucas, silently agreeing to this sentiment.
A person capable of killing Sentinels?
Shadowcat’s eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn’t even imagine it. The second-generation Sentinels were invincible, undying machines; otherwise, humanity wouldn’t have been pushed to its current desperate situation.
“To be honest, I’m not too keen on meeting that man. Just being near him makes me feel powerless, like there’s no chance of fighting him,” Logan sighed as he lay back on the bed.
“Logan, I’m going to send your consciousness back fifty years, merging it with your younger self. Since you don’t age, there shouldn’t be much difference,” Shadowcat said as she placed her hands on either side of his temples. “It’s going to hurt a bit,” She warned.
Logan closed his eyes, and under Shadowcat’s power, it felt as though his brain was being torn apart by an overwhelming force. He let out a scream as his consciousness was sent hurtling backward through time, retracing the distant past.
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**In the past, New York City.**
Gentle music played in Logan’s ears as he awoke as if from a dream. Opening his eyes, he found himself lying in a large bed, with a beautiful, scantily clad woman resting one hand on him, her curly hair lazily spread across the pillow.
The woman seemed familiar— but Logan had been with so many women that he couldn’t remember her at the moment.
Groggily, he glanced around at the room’s vintage decor, and his mind, filled with memories from the future, slowly became clearer.
That’s right.
After Charles had decided to build the Mutant Academy, everyone, including Caesar, had pretty much stayed behind.
But his younger self had continued to drift around, working as a thug or bodyguard, drinking, and killing people as part of his daily routine.
Just as Logan was recalling this, the door was kicked open with a bang. A burly man who looked like a crime boss entered the room with several gun-toting henchmen.
“You bastard! I told you to protect my daughter, not end up in bed with her!”
The crime boss cursed angrily as he pulled out a gun and cocked it. The startled woman hurriedly grabbed the blanket to cover herself and fled the room, hiding her vital areas.
Looking at the three henchmen approaching him, Logan smiled knowingly. He’d been in situations like this far too often, so he wasn’t the least bit flustered. Instinctively, he reached forward to extend his claws.
But in the next moment, Logan froze in shock. The hand he extended had turned into a small, furry cat’s paw.
**”What the…?”**
For the first time, Logan looked down at his own body and was shocked to find it covered in fur. Instead of his strong and muscular human form, he was now in the body of a Garfield-like orange tabby cat.
While future Logan was still trying to process what was happening, a familiar, agile figure suddenly leaped out from beneath the bedcovers.
Faced with the mobsters brandishing guns, a short-haired man stood in front of Logan, extending bone claws from both hands to confront the attackers.
Ignoring the bullets hitting his bare chest, the man slashed at the thugs with his claws, spilling blood on the floor as the three mobsters fell, each wounded to varying degrees.
“Looks like we’ll have to move again…” The short-haired man said, retracting his blood-stained claws. Approaching the bed, he didn’t pay any attention to the cat staring at him, instead grabbing his pants and shirt to get dressed.
Garfield— no, future Logan— was still in shock. The short-haired man before him was none other than his younger self.
Shadowcat had indeed succeeded in sending him back fifty years into the past, but instead of merging his consciousness with his younger body, Logan’s mind had somehow ended up in a weak, speechless Garfield-like cat.
This was bad. Was the future really supposed to be saved by a cat?
Before Logan could fully grasp his predicament, the younger Logan waved him away, irritated. “Get lost, you stupid cat!” he growled, shooing him out of the room.
The idea of communicating with his younger self vanished as future Logan, with his fur standing on end, bolted out the window.
No one knew better than him what his younger self was like— a volatile powder keg. Expecting him to save the world was pure fantasy. And now, trapped in a cat’s body, how was he supposed to convince anyone that he was Logan from the future?
Logan fled the mob’s building and found himself standing on a bustling, modern New York street. The lively city scene, full of cars and people, made him feel like he had stepped into a completely different world.
Just as he tried to gather his thoughts, a bulldog set its sights on him, and Logan’s miserable life as a stray cat began…
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Late into the night, a dirty and disheveled Logan wandered the streets, having never imagined he’d one day be reduced to fighting dogs for survival.
But whether it was because a part of his abilities had carried over, he managed to defeat the bulldog with his Garfield body— and, to his surprise, the cat’s wounds were slowly healing.
Was he… *Catverine* now?
But even with this strange new body, how could he possibly change the future?
Logan was utterly lost, slumping in exhaustion in the corner of an alley, shivering in the cold night air, his eyes fixed on the flashing lights of a nightclub across the street.
Then, out of nowhere, a burst of red flame ignited nearby, and two figures suddenly appeared on the road. One was a blond youth, the other a red-haired man, both dressed in sharp suits.
“Master, six girls gave you their contact info at the party just now, and three even handed over their home addresses,” The red-haired man said with a smile.
“Alright, just set them aside for now,” The blond youth replied as the two walked toward the nightclub, laughing and chatting.
“That’s Caesar… and Azazel!” Logan’s spirits surged, and he nearly burst into tears. Gathering the last of his strength, he pushed himself up and hurried after the pair.
This might be his last chance to save the future. If anyone could understand what was happening, it would be Caesar!
(End Of The Chapter)
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