Reborn with Steve Stand-Chapter 687: Spending Free Time... Trouble again?

"Just two hours ago, we received some terrible news."

Charles, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked at Fang Mo and asked, "A meteorite over a hundred kilometers in diameter suddenly changed direction and is heading toward Earth. Do you have any idea about this?"

"Sorry, but it was indeed my doing."

Fang Mo gently put down the scalpel and said calmly, "Last night, while I was standing on top of the Twin Towers facing the moon, I accidentally shot a kidney stone into space. According to the law of universal gravitation, I figured it would eventually fall back down."

"..."

Everyone was speechless upon hearing this.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Fang Mo pointed at the operating table and denied, "How could I have any clue... Don't you see I'm performing surgery on Wolverine?"

"Uh, but…"

Charles was about to say something, but before he could, Logan, who was lying on the operating table, suddenly sat up and said, "Charles, have you ever heard the story of Nuwa mending the sky?"

"Nuwa mending the sky?"

Charles was puzzled by the strange question and replied, "That seems to be an ancient myth from China... but why do you ask?"

"He says he just did something similar to Nuwa mending the sky."

Logan pointed directly at Fang Mo.

"If I remember correctly, Nuwa mending the sky is a story about a deity saving the world."

Unlike Logan, who only knew about smoking and drinking, Charles was quite knowledgeable. Due to his paralysis, he lost many pleasures in life and ended up reading a lot. He quickly began to explain to everyone:

"The story is roughly about an ancient China deity named Nuwa, who found a huge stone to repair the broken sky and ultimately saved the world."

"Wait, did you say she found a huge stone?"

Darwin, who had been listening, suddenly realized and rubbed his forehead: "Alright... Charles, it seems we have found the source of the problem."

"Exactly!"

Fang Mo immediately shouted in agreement, "The real culprit is Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson!"

"What Rock? It was you, damn it."

Logan couldn't help but roar, "So it was you causing trouble again... Weren't you just saying you did nothing?"

"Is that really the case?"

Like Logan, Charles also felt a headache coming on upon hearing this: "Actually, the moment I heard this news, I suspected it was you. After all, summoning meteorites... no one else has that capability. Fang Mo, are you really planning to exterminate all of humanity?"

"Yeah, Fang Mo."

Darwin chimed in, "Both Jason and Stryker have already paid the price. Can you calm down?"

"Can you guys stop imagining things about me?"

Fang Mo shrugged helplessly and said, "I'm still a deity, after all. Logan just said that gods love all people... If you love life, then of course I also love this world. How could I destroy it?"

"Then can you explain the meteorite?"

Charles asked directly.

"..."

Logan said nothing, but his look at Fang Mo clearly conveyed, 'Go ahead and explain, and I'll believe not a word.'

"Ah, you guys still don't get it."

Fang Mo sighed theatrically, "You should know that gods created everything in this universe. Earth is my child, and this meteorite is also my child. Fine, I'll come clean. I pushed that meteorite on purpose and even named it Xingye."

"We already know that."

Darwin said, "Fang Mo, we just want to know your purpose now... you're not really trying to destroy everything, are you?"

"I've said it before, I just want to save the world."

Fang Mo shrugged. "You've seen the despicable things Stryker has done. Obviously, people like him can't be eradicated. You kill one Stryker, and another might pop up—Slicker, Sucker, or Shrek to continue to disgust you."

"Indeed."

To everyone's surprise, Logan nodded in agreement. "Stryker... he's truly a vile bastard. He started forming mutant squads when he was young, carrying out all kinds of evil missions for his personal gain. Victor, many other mutant friends, and I have all been exploited by him."

"Exactly, that's why he deserves his fate... huh?"

Fang Mo initially went along, but then he suddenly paused and looked at Logan with some surprise. "Wait, your memory is back?"

"Yes, I remember everything."

Logan appeared much calmer than before. "For instance, the good deeds you've done before... But I didn't expect you to call yourself Wade. Do you know that guy? He's also notorious for his chatter."

"Hey, I know plenty of Wades."

Fang Mo laughed. "They just don't know me yet."

"Sorry, but Wade is already dead," Logan said bluntly. "I personally decapitated him. Honestly, I regret it, because he was actually quite likable when he couldn't talk."

"Haha, his mouth was sewn shut?"

Fang Mo couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry, he'll fix these timelines himself later... Oh, and next time you see him, remember to call him Green Lantern."

"Meet him again?"

Logan was puzzled. "You mean he's not dead?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Fang Mo didn't elaborate, deliberately keeping it a mystery.

Honestly, Fang Mo really wanted to have fun with Deadpool, especially teasing Logan together. With Logan's tough personality, he would likely be driven crazy by Fang Mo and Deadpool... Fang Mo couldn't imagine how much fun that would be.

"Congratulations, Logan."

Seeing Logan finally regain his memory, Charles and Darwin also offered their congratulations. They were all old comrades from many years ago, and they were genuinely happy for him.

"Alright, let's get back to the matter of the meteor."

After the brief congratulatory remarks, Fang Mo took the initiative to steer the conversation back on track. "As I said before, there are always malicious people among humans, like Stryker. And the same goes for mutants..."

"Like Erik?"

Charles immediately caught on and asked directly.

"Something like that."

Fang Mo smiled. "Human nature is like that. If there are moderates, there must be radicals. And the only way to get everyone to join forces is..."

"A common enemy."

Having been on the battlefield, Logan quickly grasped Fang Mo's point. "So you want to be that enemy... to restore peace to the world?"

"Is that it?"

Hearing this, Darwin finally understood. "Fang Mo, you want to pretend to destroy the world, concentrating everyone's hatred on you? As expected of a god, your level of awareness is impressive..."

"Huh?"

Before Darwin could finish, Fang Mo looked at him in astonishment. "No... why would I want everyone to hate me? Having billions of people curse me every day, am I crazy?"

"Huh?"

Now it was everyone else's turn to be confused. Wasn't it you who brought the meteor?

"That meteor won't hit the Earth anytime soon."

Fang Mo spoke again, "I had Ancient One... oh, that's an evil dimensional sorcerer under my command, deal with it. The meteor has been enchanted, so its trajectory is likely a curve and will probably hit Earth in about two years."

"Isn't that still going to destroy the Earth?" Darwin asked anxiously.

"No, wait." Charles reacted: "You mean humanity will spend these two years trying every possible way to solve this big problem, right?"

"Pretty much." Fang Mo replied cheerfully, "Of course, I have a backup plan. If you manage to deal with this meteor, then there will be another one with a diameter of 500 kilometers, and after that, one with a diameter of 1,000 kilometers. If necessary, we can even switch to the Moon, Mars, Jupiter, the Sun... Unexpected, right? Move a rock, determine it will hit directly!"

"Wait, isn't using the Sun too much?" Darwin couldn't help but facepalm.

"That's for later. What if humanity masters interstellar travel by then?" Fang Mo waved dismissively. "Humans are like that; without pressure, they keep fighting among themselves... look at what vampires have evolved into now."

"That's true, but isn't this a bit extreme..."

"Anyway, that's that." Fang Mo interrupted, waving his hand. "I have things to do, so if you have nothing else, please leave and don't delay my work."

"What else could you have to do?" Charles asked curiously.

"Of course, I need to catch up with my Uncle Wolf. Look, I've got peanuts and edamame ready." Fang Mo said, pulling out two plates of snacks from behind him. "We haven't seen each other in decades, and now that I've regained my memory, we need to chat properly..."

"Sorry, I have something to do too." To Fang Mo's surprise, Logan suddenly spoke.

He grabbed his clothes and put them on. "I'll leave first. Oh, and if you don't need these snacks, leave them with me."

Logan didn't stand on ceremony, taking the plates from Fang Mo's hands and leaving with a faint smile on his usually stern face.

"Wait, what...?" Fang Mo, baffled, muttered, "How can a blind man, after regaining his sight, want to stab his guide dog?"

"Well, we shouldn't disturb you either." Charles and Darwin exchanged glances. Charles gave Darwin a look, and Darwin promptly pushed Charles's wheelchair out, not giving Fang Mo any chance to catch them.

"Ah..." Fang Mo scratched his head.

He had wanted to talk to Logan about Sabretooth, Logan's estranged brother Victor. Now that Logan had regained his memory, Fang Mo considered reuniting them since Victor was Logan's only remaining family in this world.

However, seeing Logan's urgency, Fang Mo decided not to stop him. Logan would likely come to him once his matters were settled.

With no need to deal with Sabretooth, Fang Mo was ready to relax. After finishing the major plots of X1 and X2, it was time to rest, spend time with his daughter, get closer to his girlfriend, and research some new modules.

With this in mind, Fang Mo headed to his room. After spending a long time in space picking meteors with Ancient One, he was covered in cosmic dust and planned to take a hot bath and get a shoulder massage from Ah Xue.

But just as he picked up his Manyullyn Cleaver, the X-Mansion suddenly shook violently.

An unprecedented, terrifying mental force enveloped the entire mansion. It was an extremely agitated, cold, and dark will, showing its malice without any disguise.

Within seconds, Fang Mo heard hurried footsteps outside. The door burst open, and Darwin pushed Charles's wheelchair in, both looking tense and anxious.

"Uh..." Charles, sweating profusely, said, "Fang Mo, can I ask you for a favor?"