Reborn with Steve Stand-Chapter 824: Damn! A Waterbed

"Katie says she can only send one person back to the past."

In the crevice of a cave, Logan was explaining the situation to Fang Mo. "Your consciousness is too strong for her to manipulate, so I’m probably the only suitable candidate."

"Is that so?" Fang Mo stroked his chin thoughtfully upon hearing Logan's explanation.

"Y-Yes…" Katie, standing nearby, nodded nervously. "My ability isn’t very powerful. Sending Logan back decades is already pushing it."

"It’s fine," Logan said, trying to reassure her. "Even though our plan for both of us to time travel is off the table, I’ve talked a lot with Erik, and I think I know what needs to be done."

"Hold on," Fang Mo sighed, rubbing his forehead. "You’re not excluding me just because you think I like to stir up trouble, right?"

"Of course not," Logan quickly denied. "Why would you think that?"

"Katie?" Fang Mo suspiciously turned to look at Shadowcat. "People who lie are cursed by the gods, you know, and could end up as transsexuals…"

"I’m not lying!" Katie shook her head frantically. "I really can only send Logan back."

"Alright then," Fang Mo shrugged, deciding not to press the matter further.

He knew he had to participate in the time travel. Otherwise, even if Logan succeeded in rewriting history, the current X-Men would be erased since their memory backups were with him.

After a moment of contemplation, Fang Mo turned his focus to Logan.

"Why are you staring at me?" Logan frowned, feeling uneasy under Fang Mo's gaze.

"Oh, nothing." Fang Mo smiled innocently. "I’m just concerned about your safety. After all, this will be a solo journey for you, right?"

"I’ll be fine," Logan replied confidently.

"No way, you’re my best buddy," Fang Mo insisted, raising his hand toward Logan’s forehead. "Stay still, I’ll give you a godly blessing."

"What the hell…" Logan’s instincts immediately went on high alert, but before he could react, he found his body frozen in place, as if held down by some invisible force. He struggled but couldn’t move. "You sneaky bastard, what are you trying to pull this time?"

"I told you, it’s just a buff," Fang Mo grinned as he withdrew his hand.

He wasn't lying. He had indeed only applied a "blessing" on Logan's mind—though it was a one-time activation.

Thanks to the time spent studying under the Ancient One, Fang Mo had learned a few tricks. He used a mental trigger linked to himself. It was a summoning mechanism, meaning that if Logan uttered certain trigger words and Fang Mo responded, he could appear across time and space. Naturally, the trigger words Fang Mo set were curse words.

As long as Logan cursed, Fang Mo would answer his "summons."

"Alright," Fang Mo clapped his hands. "Katie, send Mr. Logan back to the past."

"Huh?" Katie was surprised. "Right here?"

"Where else?" Fang Mo responded.

"I’m just worried it might not be the best place," Katie hesitated. "When I activate my ability, Logan's consciousness will return to the past, but his body will remain here in a comatose state. Are we just going to leave him lying here?"

"Oh, I see." Fang Mo suddenly understood.

He quickly turned around and slapped two stones on the ground. The moment they touched, they merged into a bed, one meter wide and two meters long.

"Done. He can rest on this."

Looking at the stone bed, Logan sighed and lay down. "I really wish you could be like Wade and keep your mouth shut forever. He was so charming when he couldn’t talk. I think I’ll remember that forever." Ŗ𝐀𝐍ŏＢËś

"Don’t worry, you’ll remember me forever too," Fang Mo chuckled, conjuring a stone platform for Katie to sit on. Then he added, "By the way, do you know why idiots always get screwed by life?"

"Why?" Logan asked instinctively.

"Because even fools are still 'fools.'"

"You son of a…" Logan started, but Fang Mo cut him off.

"Katie! Now! Do it!" Fang Mo shouted.

Startled, Katie immediately pressed her hands to Logan’s temples, releasing a brilliant blue light that flowed into him. Logan let out a pained groan.

But soon, the tension faded from Logan's face, replaced by a look of calm.

"It… it worked," Katie said, her voice shaky as she looked at Logan lying peacefully on the stone bed.

"Good, good," Fang Mo nodded approvingly, then turned to the giant tree nearby. With a wave of his hand, the towering tree disappeared, transforming back into the wooden sword it had originally been.

As the tree’s protection vanished, the environment on the moon’s surface quickly began to deteriorate—air dispersing, temperatures rising, and all life-supporting conditions fading away.

But before it could get any worse, Fang Mo raised the wish-granting cup in his hands and made one final wish for this world.

"Take the place of the divine tree and protect everyone here until this timeline is completely erased."

As soon as he spoke, the cup glowed brightly, releasing a beam of white light into the sky. The light expanded into a massive magical barrier, shielding everyone from the harsh elements of space.

"Not bad," Fang Mo muttered, satisfied as he gazed at the barrier overhead.

At that moment, Fang Mo suddenly felt a distant call from another time and space.

"It looks like he's arrived," Fang Mo thought, imagining Logan cursing furiously on the other side. He couldn't help but laugh, then waved goodbye to Katie. "Well, I’ll be off now."

"What?" Katie asked, looking confused. "Where are you going?"

"To find him, of course," Fang Mo smiled. "Did you really think I couldn’t find my way back? Come on… I wouldn’t be a proper troublemaker if I let the fun escape me."

Without waiting for Katie to say anything else, Fang Mo accepted Logan's call. In an instant, his body transformed into white light and vanished.

…

Meanwhile, in 1973, New York.

On a bed in a luxury hotel room, Logan's eyes snapped open, and he abruptly sat up, yelling, "Can you stop with the hellish jokes already?!"

"…"

The room, however, remained silent. The only notable thing was the lingering scent of perfume.

"???" Logan was stunned for a moment. Had he really returned? Was this 1973? But where exactly was he?

"Ugh…" A woman’s voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Logan’s heart sank. He turned his head, and to his shock, there was a naked blonde woman lying beside him. She had been startled awake by his shout, rubbing her eyes groggily as she murmured, "Honey… did you have a bad dream?"

"Uh…" Logan froze, a sense of unease creeping over him.

But before he could react further, a voice filled with mocking amusement came from across the room.

"Yeah, he definitely had a nightmare."

"!!!"

Logan turned around, wide-eyed in disbelief. Sitting on the couch was none other than Fang Mo, grinning at him. "And if I’m your nightmare, you’ll probably never wake up again."

"?!"

The blonde woman, now fully alert, clutched the sheets tightly and sat up in fear. "Who… who are you?!"

"I’m the Terminator, model T-LSP," Fang Mo replied calmly. "I’ve traveled from the future to kill Bolivar Trask, the creator of sentinels. Have you seen him?"

"…What?" The woman looked utterly baffled.

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Logan, still processing what was happening, turned to Fang Mo, completely confused. "How the hell did you get here?"

"Never underestimate a god’s abilities," Fang Mo smirked mischievously. "I wasn’t planning to come, but considering you’ve been cooped up in an apocalypse for so long, I figured you might try to get a little action. And, lo and behold, I was right!"

"Stop talking nonsense, I didn’t—" Logan started, trying to get off the bed, but he almost lost his balance on the unusually soft mattress as water sloshed beneath him.

"You’ve got a waterbed?!" Fang Mo exclaimed.

"Can you stop messing with me?!" Logan shouted, his frustration rising. But standing there, stark naked, made his words less imposing. He quickly fumbled around for his pants. "Damn it, where are my pants…?"

"Honey, what’s going on?" The blonde asked, still confused.

"Let me explain—"

"Hey, at least put on some underwear," Fang Mo interrupted as Logan grabbed a pair of jeans. "If you keep acting so uncivilized, I might curse your underwear next time. Remember your favorite cigar?"

"Shut up!!!" Logan, clearly flustered, shouted in frustration. "This is all because of you—"

But before he could finish, there was a sudden commotion outside the room. The door clicked open, and several men who looked like gangsters stormed in.

The man leading the group glared furiously at Logan.

"…What’s going on?" Logan asked awkwardly, still in the middle of putting on his pants.

"Gwen, put your clothes on first," the leader snapped at the woman in the bed.

"Wait… what’s happening?" Logan, now dressed, regained some composure. "Who are you, and what did I do?"

"What did you do?" The gangster leader fumed. "You were supposed to protect the boss’s daughter… but look what you did! You slept with her!"

"…Huh??"

Logan, struggling to remember his past from so many years ago, was left dumbfounded.

"I… I didn’t sleep with her," he blurted out instinctively.

"You didn’t?" The gangster leader was on the verge of laughing. "You just got dressed and now you deny it? Alright, then tell me—who did?"

"Well, actually…" Logan tried to explain.

"It was me," a voice cut in from the direction of the sofa.

"What the hell? There’s another one?!" The gangsters were now on edge, especially the leader. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what his boss would say. Enraged, he pulled out his gun and aimed it at Logan. "You better give me a good explanation!"

"I, uh… well…" Logan stammered. "Alright, I did sleep with her before, but that was the *old* me, not the *current* me. Does that make sense?"

"Ha…" The gangster leader chuckled in disbelief and raised his gun. "Save that explanation for the devil."

"I knew it would come to this," Logan sighed, adopting a battle stance and shaking out his hands. "Looks like I’ll have to show you this!"

His movements were so swift that the gangsters didn’t even notice when his claws came out. But soon, the sound of something puncturing the bed caught everyone’s attention. Logan turned to see that his claws had sliced through the waterbed, causing water to gush out in all directions, almost more violently than the woman from last night.

"A damn waterbed?!" One of the gangsters shouted in disbelief.