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Chapter 281 Each Has Their Own Needs
Stark felt like a cat was scratching at his heart; he was incredibly curious about what superpowers each of the 15 children possessed.

"We're going to have a big meal tonight."

"Is it because I came?"

"Yes."

Jonah pushed a supermarket shopping cart into the cold storage and took a load of food, while also showing Stark around their kitchen.

Stark glanced at the kitchen stove and his vision went black, instantly reminding him of his life as a sorcerer's apprentice in Nepal.

The kitchen was spacious because they sometimes held classes there; Caliban would teach them how to bake cookies.

“Mr. Stark, you must have seen a better kitchen.”

“That’s right.” Stark nodded.

“I feel like the only thing I can operate in the kitchen is this coffee machine,” Stark said.

"The coffee machine belongs to Teacher Caliban, but we've run out of coffee beans."

“No problem, I can get coffee beans.” Stark volunteered, intending to use magic to “conjure” coffee beans.

All of Sorcerer Supreme Stark's magic is actually a form of "borrowing".

Things created through magic must be returned later.

Stark never considered the issue of "repayment," but only how to "borrow" it.

Stark cast a spell on the empty bag of coffee beans, filling it to the students' astonishment.

"Mr. Stark, you're amazing!!"

With a simple spell, Stark earned the heartfelt respect of all the children.

“Very good, now I’ll use these coffee beans to make a pot of coffee.”

The students were preparing dinner nearby, while Stark was brewing coffee, the aroma of which drew everyone in.

"Hi, Mr. Stark."

"Oh, I'm so glad to meet you, Professor Charles."

Stark poured old Charles a cup of coffee, which old Charles accepted.

"How are you feeling?" old Charles asked Stark.

"feels good."

“The students have completely shattered my previous preconceived notions about teenagers,” Stark replied.

"They could be considered two different species."

Old Charles smiled and shook his head.

“I’ve seen the teenagers you’re talking about before, and I’ve even been a teacher to those kinds of kids.”

"The difference lies in the environment in which they grew up."

When it comes to education, old Charles has endless things to say, but not a single word is superfluous.

Looking at old Charles's bald head reminded Stark of his teacher, the Ancient One.

Stark's teacher, the Ancient One, was a highly respected old man, bald but with long white eyebrows and a white beard, like Master Wu from Ninjago.

"They've prepared the food; it's time to eat." Old Charles, controlling his electric wheelchair, led Stark to the dining room.

The dining table was a long wooden table, ridiculously long, like something from medieval Europe. The cutlery consisted of aluminum lunchboxes and cutlery, which looked like products from World War II.

Stark thought they were just similar, but they were actually from different eras. These "antiques" were discovered by Logan and his team while scavenging, and after careful cleaning, they were put back into use.

The main dish for dinner was mashed potatoes, and everyone was given a bowl of braised beef brisket with tomatoes. The snack was a can of tuna in front of each person.

To be honest, Stark doesn't really like canned tuna because the fish tastes a bit sour.

"Can you still get used to the food?"

There's nothing we can do if you don't like the food.

Stark sat down next to Logan, who quickly finished his dinner.

"As long as there are potatoes to eat, it's fine," Stark said.

“Really?” Logan glanced at Stark.

“Hmm…” Stark hesitated for a moment.

After dinner, Logan took Stark to the "teachers' quarters." Stark stared blankly at his "bed."

It was a very old sofa, so old that you couldn't turn over once you lay down on it.

He shared a room with Logan, whose bed was a cot, a narrow bed that couldn't be turned over, but Logan had been used to sleeping in it for a hundred years.

“If you’re tired, you can rest first,” Logan said to Stark.

“What time is it?” Stark asked.

Logan raised his hand, glanced at his watch, and told Stark the time.

Suddenly, Stark glanced at Logan's watch and realized something.

“I think I see that you’re all wearing the same watch,” Stark said to Logan.

"You read that right."

“Casio, the kind of electronic watch you use for serious business. It never makes a mistake, it calibrates automatically, it’s solar powered, it’s water-resistant to 20 atmospheres, it’s shockproof, and you don’t need to change the battery even after ten years,” Logan said.

“I know you’re a loyal Casio user.” Stark was somewhat speechless.

“If you want one, I’ll get you one,” Logan said.

“Where are you going to get that from?” Stark frowned.

"I have a friend who lives in Japan."

“Japan exists in the Void?” Stark asked, puzzled.

"You've already tried to traverse the multiverse, so why can't we have friends in other worlds who act as personal shoppers?"

“Our only problem is that we haven’t found a way out of this place,” Logan said.

“If you had the chance to leave, you would definitely leave, wouldn’t you?” Stark asked.

"Yes."

“At first, we thought the Void was our Eden and were full of passion for our new life. But once we settled down, we realized more and more that living here was a mistake,” Logan said.

“Do you want to go back to your own world?” Stark asked.

"Do not want to."

“Not at all,” Logan emphasized earnestly.

"We want to find an ordinary world, or a world where we have friends who can protect us."

“…Are you implying something to me?” Stark laughed.

“I wasn’t implying anything to you.” Logan shook his head.

Stark thought Logan was just being shy.

"Okay, I see."

"When I open the door to my home, I'll take you all with me. It's a promise."

The Sorcerer Supreme, Stark, patted his chest and assured Logan.

“Fine. I’m not forcing you.” Logan looked at Tony Stark.

“Logan, can you show me that?” Stark asked.

"What?" Logan asked, puzzled.

"That's it, whoosh—!!"

Stark raised his fist and used the fingers of his other hand to pretend they were three steel claws.

"Laura showed you?"

Logan extended his right adamantium claw toward Stark.

Stark flicked the steel claw with his finger, and the claw made a crisp sound.

Logan retracted his claws, and Stark stared intently at Logan's rapidly healing wounds.

“Don’t tell me you’re after my healing factor.” Logan and Stark locked eyes.

"Why did I travel through the multiverse to gain infinite knowledge? It was only to heal these hands of mine." Stark didn't avoid Logan's gaze and took off his gloves.

(End of this chapter)