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Chapter 91 Omega Mutants: Unparalleled Power and Potential!

"Logan, you've gotten younger again."

The next morning, at the cafeteria table, Caliban looked at Logan and saw that his black hair was completely black, with not a single white strand visible, and his complexion looked much better.

However, he wasn't too surprised by this. He knew that Logan's healing factor was recovering, and becoming younger was a normal thing.

"Um."

Logan simply nodded.

With his self-healing factor fully restored, his physical and mental state is better than ever before. Even though he drank with Victor until late last night, he is still very energetic.

Victor, standing to the side, looked rather charred.

He was still hungover from the night before, his hair was a mess, and he kept yawning, looking like he hadn't woken up properly.

Looking at the energetic Logan, he couldn't help but let out a long yawn and said, "They both have healing abilities, but the difference is just too great."

He looked on with envy, after all, as people get older, everyone longs to be young, but his own self-healing ability couldn't achieve that.

"Logan's healing factor is different from yours; his X gene is undergoing evolutionary mutation."

Charles began speaking at the table, introducing Logan's situation.

"mutation?"

Caliban looked up from his plate. "That sounds strange."

"Is that strange?"

Victor, however, disagreed, saying, "We are products of mutation now."

It is the genetic mutation that makes them mutants. Whether it is him, Logan, or Caliban, although their abilities are different, they are all essentially mutants.

Charles, who was standing to the side, put down his coffee and said with a smile, "Gentlemen, mutation is not strange. I think it should be something to be proud of. Mutation is the main way of evolution on this planet. All evolution occurs in the process of mutation, and we are honored to have been chosen by nature to be the pioneers who first completed the mutation."

He always believed that being a mutant was something to be proud of, and this sense of superiority did not come from strength, but from natural selection.

From beginning to end, he felt that the emergence of mutants was perfectly normal, just like the first fish that crawled out of the sea and onto land hundreds of millions of years ago, trying to live on land.

Perhaps in the eyes of the fish at that time, the creature that climbed onto land was courting death. Its mutated lungs seemed as bizarre as a heretic in a cult to the other fish that breathe with gills.

But that fish succeeded. Through repeated mutations, it and its offspring survived on land and multiplied into all sorts of creatures, creating the complex and chaotic environment we see today.

Charles believes they are all like that fish, undergoing an unprecedented transformation, and perhaps in the future, all humans will undergo a similar mutation, and they will be the pioneers of humanity.

"The professor is about to start lecturing again."

Caliban buried his head back into his plate, looking bored.

Ever since the professor became a teacher at the shelter, he's always been like this, going on and on about the X gene.

"I agree with the professor's opinion."

Logan stuffed the sandwich from his plate into his mouth, chewed, and said, "Mutation is the norm for living things; the reproduction of any organism is a continuous process of evolution."

The professor nodded and smiled approvingly, "Logan is right. That's how we mutants are. We grow through constant mutation. The mutation of the X gene has given us mutants some unimaginable talents, and can even give birth to Omega mutants."

This piqued Caliban's interest again, and he looked up curiously, asking, "Professor, what exactly defines an Omega mutant?"

He had heard the name many times, but that was all he knew; he had no idea what it actually meant.

After a moment's thought, the professor said, "Supreme power, limitless potential, indefinable and immeasurable—that's the Omega mutant."

The power of Omega mutants is immeasurable. Although the professor has conducted research, most of his understanding of the terror of Omega mutants is only theoretical.

After all, Omega mutants are so rare that the professor never had the opportunity to study them in depth.

Caliban listened in a daze, then laughed and said, "Professor, how is that possible? According to you, wouldn't Omega mutants be god-like beings?"

Unlimited power, immeasurable strength, capable of destroying interstellar space—it sounded like a fantasy, and Caliban couldn't believe anyone truly possessed such power.

Charles remained silent for a moment before solemnly saying, "In some respects, the power of the Omega mutants can indeed be called godlike."

He was well aware of the power of the Omega mutants—a terrifying force capable of destroying the entire Earth. To call such mutants gods wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Caliban was taken aback. He noticed the professor's serious expression and asked cautiously, "But such a person shouldn't exist, right? If they really do, it would be terrifying."

Charles glanced at him, then suddenly fell silent, his aged eyes seeming to recall the past, his face filled with melancholy.

After a long silence, he slowly said, "It existed before, but now... it's gone."

Logan looked at the professor and fell silent as well.

He knew that the Omega mutant the professor was referring to was Jean Grey. She was the most promising mutant in the Academy back then. Wolverine had witnessed her power and was even almost killed by it.

Even now, looking back, it is a period of history that evokes a sense of regret.

"What are you talking about?"

As they were talking, Lorna, Marcus, John, and Klaus sat down with their plates and asked questions with great interest.

"I'm listening to the professor's lecture."

Logan shrugged and looked at the professor.

"If you are interested in any of the topics about the evolution of the X gene, you can come to the classroom together later to listen to them."

The professor smiled at the group.

Lorna and Marcos waved their hands in refusal, saying, "We have other things to do."

The group sat at a table, chatting and eating breakfast in a very harmonious atmosphere.

While they were eating, Marcos suddenly spoke up: "By the way, something else might have gotten into the shelter recently."

Upon hearing this, the timid Caliban panicked. "What? The other mutants, and those guys from the disciplinary squad—aren't they in danger?"

Seeing Caliban's panicked appearance, Marcos quickly smiled and reassured him, "Don't worry, it's nothing threatening. It's probably a wild animal in the forest. Recently, the sheep in the sheepfold have been being carried off by wild animals from time to time, but we haven't been able to find any trace of them."

"oh."

Caliban was immediately relieved. As long as the entire shelter wasn't in danger, he patted his chest and said, "As long as there's no danger, it's fine."

After saying that, he continued to eat his dinner with his head down.

Logan, however, became interested and looked at him with great interest. "What kind of beast is so powerful that it dares to enter a shelter full of mutants and steal sheep?"

"We don't know either."

Marcus shook his head helplessly, then looked at Logan, "That's why I brought this up. If you have time, come with me and see if we can find any clues."

Victor, who was standing nearby, suddenly leaned over with great interest. "Hey, there's more than just wolves to hunt here; there's also a saber-toothed tiger!"

"I'd also like to invite you, Victor."

Marcus looked at Victor and said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He then asked, "Is this a convenient time for you two?"

Logan pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth and nodded, saying, "I can."

Victor's drunkenness seemed to vanish instantly, and he squinted and chuckled, "I'd like to see what this thing is, daring to trespass into a tiger's territory and steal a sheep!"

After saying that, he stuffed the sandwich into his mouth in a few bites and went to take a look with little expectation.

Marcus and John then led Logan and Victor to the sheepfold.

Klaus, who was still eating, kept staring at Logan's back, hesitating to speak, and finally murmured in surprise, "Have you noticed? Logan seems to have gotten younger. I remember the first time I saw him, he was an old man in his forties or fifties, but now he looks only a few years older than me. I almost didn't recognize him."

Lorna, standing nearby, echoed her sentiment, saying, "He definitely looks much younger. Is he wearing makeup?"

After saying that, she looked at Caliban and Charles with a puzzled expression.

Caliban raised his head, stammering and unsure how to explain.

Charles, however, remained calm and said with a smile, "Don't worry about it too much. This is normal for Logan. His healing factor recovers every now and then, changing his appearance and restoring his strength. This is all normal, and we're used to it."

Charles calmly explained to the two of them that he was trying to make Logan's change seem normal so as not to arouse suspicion in others.

"How amazing."

Klaus listened without a doubt, looking at Logan with a serious expression and his eyes shining, seemingly very interested in Logan's abilities.

Lorna, standing nearby, nodded in agreement. "This is unheard of; it's a truly unique ability."

Charles and Caliban exchanged a glance and smiled silently.

Meanwhile, Logan and his friends were also on their way to the sheepfold.

Logan couldn't help but ask, "Wild animals usually leave some clues when they hunt, right? Aren't there any clues in the sheepfold?"

Marcos, who was in front, shook his head. "We didn't find any signs of struggle, blood, or remains. We've also searched the area and found nothing like wolf pelts. The sheepfold wasn't damaged either."

"It looks like it was done by a large animal, which grabbed a sheep in the pen in one go and didn't give it any chance to struggle."

Victor stroked his chin and offered his guess, then muttered to himself, "But I don't see any signs of large animals around here."

Logan nodded, then asked curiously, "Have you seen any large animals around here?"

Marcos shook his head decisively, "I haven't seen it. And if it were a large animal, we would definitely be able to find its footprints or some other traces, but we haven't seen anything."

These words made Logan frown, it seemed that the clues were pitifully few.

Soon, the four of them entered a small grove of trees.

Marcos and his men hid the sheep pen in the woods. Apart from letting the sheep graze freely on weekdays, they were kept inside. As soon as Logan approached the sheep pen, he could clearly smell a strong stench of sheep, but he did not hear any sheep bleating.

The group pushed open the sheep pen gate, which was filled with hay, but there was only hay; not a single sheep could be seen.

"Where are the sheep?"

Victor couldn't help but ask, "There isn't a single sheep in this sheepfold."

"They're free-range outside."

Marcus pointed outside, "Sheep need to graze freely. If they're kept in the pen all the time, they won't eat grass."

Logan nodded and began to carefully examine the sheepfold.

Marcus, standing nearby, said, "This is the fourth sheep pen. We just lost one last night, and with this one, we've lost a total of three sheep. This is a huge loss for the shelter."

The shelter itself relies on the farm for income, so the price of three sheep is indeed a considerable loss.

He then walked to the door frame. "There were no signs of forced entry on the door, and no footprints were found nearby. We have no idea what the problem is."

Logan nodded, and after checking around, he found nothing wrong. The entire sheepfold was intact, with no clues whatsoever.

"Could it be that the sheep was never actually in the sheepfold?"

Victor couldn't help but ask, after all, the sheep pen was heavily guarded, and ordinary wild animals couldn't come in to hunt.

"impossible."

Marcos rejected the idea, adding, "Our sheepdogs are very competent and won't let any sheep spend the night outside. In addition, there are people specifically in charge who count the sheep every day after they return to their pens."

Logan frowned as he listened to their conversation.

At that moment, he noticed a window about three meters high in the sheepfold wall. Pointing to the window, he asked, "Could it be that wild animals are climbing in through the window to steal sheep?"

Victor rolled his eyes at him. "Logan, you're overthinking it. That window is three meters off the ground. What kind of wild animal could climb in? Even if it could, how would it climb out with a sheep in its mouth?"

Logan shook his head silently, looked around, found a ladder, and climbed up.

As soon as he climbed to the window, he could clearly see several distinct claw marks on the window frame. The claw marks were very clear and looked like they had appeared not long ago.

Logan immediately said to John and the others, "There are claw marks here, come and take a look."

After saying that, he stepped down the ladder and let the others come up to check.

Upon hearing that there was a clue, Marcos and the others quickly climbed the ladder and carefully examined the claw marks on the window frame.

John even took photos and brought them down for the others to examine closely.

"What kind of wild animal's claw is that?"

To be honest, the marks on the window frame were completely unfamiliar to them, and did not resemble animal tracks at all.

"I feel like these are more like traces left by a person."

Logan put his finger in front of the screen, comparing the claw marks, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Upon hearing this, the group instantly understood that this was not poaching by wild animals, but human theft of sheep!

"Damn it, I can't believe someone did this! Damn it, damn it, this is the shelter's communal property, how dare someone steal it!"

Marcus was furious; after all, losing three sheep was a significant loss for them.

John, on the other side, was equally furious. "We must catch this sheep thief!"

Logan didn't join their anger, but simply asked in bewilderment, "Who could steal a sheep without making a fuss? And without leaving a single trace?"

If a strange face wanders into the flock of sheep, the sheep will definitely bleat, which will not only surprise the sheepdogs' alertness but also attract the attention of the sentries.

According to Marcos and the others, there seems to be no unusual activity in the sheepfold recently.

Marcus and John ignored Logan's speculations, clenching their fists and saying seriously, "Whoever it is, we have to catch him!"

John nodded emphatically. "We'll stay here tonight and catch this thief!"

"Boring, I thought it would be some kind of wild beast."

After learning that it was a human thief, Victor looked bored; he had no interest in sheep thieves.

Logan, however, said with great interest, "Don't you think this is more interesting than a sheep thief? He actually managed to take a sheep weighing several hundred pounds off a wall several meters high without leaving a trace."

Logan looked at the high wall of Miki. It was impossible for an ordinary person to carry something weighing several hundred kilograms in one hand, climb over the wall with their bare hands, and leave no clues.

"It's probably some hungry guy on the farm."

Victor shrugged indifferently. What normal people couldn't do, the mutants on the farm could; after all, some of them were incredibly strong.

Moreover, although the food on the farm was enough to fill one's stomach, it wasn't particularly plentiful. It's possible that someone got greedy and resorted to poaching.

"He wouldn't steal three in a row, unless he has a huge appetite."

Logan smiled and dismissed the idea.

Marcos, still seething with anger, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "Whoever it is, Victor and I will find him tonight. We can't let him get away with this so easily!"

Logan smiled. "If I weren't so busy, I'd love to stay here with you guys."

Although he didn't have any missions, he didn't have all the time either; the children were waiting for him to teach them fighting skills.

"You go to class first, we'll keep watch here."

Marcus knew that Logan and Victor both had teaching assignments, so he told them to leave first, while he and John looked for a secluded spot nearby to catch the sheep thief.

Logan and Victor smiled, said goodbye, and headed to the classroom to give their lesson.

He has quite a few classes scheduled today, both in the morning and afternoon.

However, the children were very serious and worked very hard, which made things a little easier for Logan and Victor.

Their teaching duties did not end until evening.

When we left the classroom, it was already time for the cafeteria to open for dinner.

However, during the meal, Logan didn't see Marcus and John. Lorna quietly told him that the two had gone to catch the sheep thieves and asked Lorna to bring them compressed biscuits and water later.

Lorna spoke very softly, after all, the possibility that the sheep thief was someone from the farm could not be ruled out.

Victor thought they were making a mountain out of a molehill; it was just a few sheep.

But Lorna said very seriously that the farm was currently struggling financially, and losing even one sheep would be a huge loss, let alone three.

It's just that McCain wasn't here today; otherwise, if he knew the sheep were missing, Marcos would be in trouble, since it could implicate the patrol's poor performance.

Logan just smiled, and then he suddenly heard a series of pitiful cries coming from the direction of the sheepfold.

Upon hearing the sound, Logan's expression changed. He guessed that the sheep thief had been caught, and he quickly got up and rushed out of the canteen, running towards the sheepfold.

Lorna and the others also noticed the bleating of the sheep, and forgetting about dinner, they quickly followed.

Even Victor, who seemed indifferent on the surface, actually ran out as well.

They had only run a few steps when they noticed sheep scattering in all directions, screaming in terror as they ran, their white wool stained with bright red blood.

(End of this chapter)