In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

Not only Mason, but even Lorna was startled by his sudden reaction.

Despite her tendency to talk back, she was well aware of Logan's capabilities and knew he wasn't someone who would joke around easily. This attitude meant that something was definitely wrong.

"Logan?" She frowned, asking instinctively, "...What's wrong?"

"Who is this person?"

"So...the patient in my ward?" Lorna paused briefly, then answered cautiously, "He should...be a good person?"

Mason was stunned when he was suddenly given a "friend zone" card. It took him several seconds to come up with a plausible possibility.

Wolverine has exceptional intuition, allowing him to easily detect potential dangers earlier than others; in a sense, it could even be considered a rudimentary form of spider-sense.

He happened to be holding a very dangerous and mysterious tool.

...What a coincidence!

"Sir?"

Mason could only stubbornly continue acting: "What's wrong with me?"

"A strange smell, darkness... a curse?"

Logan's nostrils twitched a few times, and then he walked toward Mason.

Although he was less than 1.7 meters tall, Logan's long and arduous life experience gave him an aura that was more powerful, domineering, and stronger than any wild beast. Faced with this aura, Mason even had a momentary hallucination, as if what was walking towards him was actually a wolverine as tall as a man.

—And it is also accompanied by some onomatopoeic words for strong people, such as "gogogo".

Cold sweat broke out instantly.

The two were less than ten meters apart. A few seconds later, Logan was next to Mason and put his hand on his shoulder.

To be honest, his first reaction was that this guy was probably going to stretch out his claws and tear him to pieces. But given that he had no ability to resist, the only weapon he could use, the air gun, was probably no different from tickling Wolverine with his adamantium skeleton. Showing a strong sense of resistance would probably be courting death. So Mason forcibly controlled his emotions and even put on a puzzled look.

"...Is there a problem?"

Logan simply patted him on the shoulder twice and did nothing else.

"An ordinary person?" Logan muttered to himself after releasing his grip.

Mason: "?"

Is this the kind of technique often seen in martial arts novels where you judge someone's strength by touching their body?

You've got the wrong channel, bro! Where did this martial arts master come from?!

"Kid, have you been in contact with any strange things?"

After a brief silence, Logan stared into Mason's eyes and asked, "An antique with a sinister reputation, or perhaps it was once in a notorious haunted house?"

Mason: "?"

Brother, you're still involved in this business?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. This old wolverine is almost two hundred years old. He's a true veteran who's seen more things than you've ever seen. It's not surprising that he knows a bit about the occult. He's probably seen ghosts and even sorcerers a few times.

Mason blinked, thinking that this person could probably detect lies through some kind of primal instinct, so he simply gave a vague truth: "So what if it is... so what if it is?"

"As expected."

Logan shook his head, his face filled with regret, even pity, and said, "You're cursed, or at least you've been tainted by something bad."

"what?"

Mason's surprise was genuine, but it wasn't because of the curse itself. Rather, he simply hadn't expected the mighty Wolverine to have the ability to play the role of an old charlatan. The incongruity was like seeing Harry Potter wielding a machine gun and shooting Voldemort—absurd in every sense.

"If you want to live a safe life for the rest of your days, try your luck in places like Tibet or the Vatican," Logan said quite sincerely. "Since you know what you've been exposed to, you should know what you're doing."

Following his words, Mason imagined a bizarre scene of a Marvel sorcerer battling Sadako... Regardless of who would win, the spectacle alone was worth at least a movie ticket.

But he really couldn't explain his situation, so he could only manage a forced "thank you."

Logan then nodded, turned back to Lorna, and sighed like a father facing a rebellious daughter, saying, "Lorna, I understand how you feel, but right now..."

"No need to say anything more."

Before he could finish speaking, Lorna interrupted him sharply, saying, "This is a hospital. I don't want to make things too ugly."

"It's okay if you don't want to talk to me, I can help you contact the professor—"

"Logan!"

The moment she heard the word "professor," Lorna's voice immediately turned sharp: "Don't mention professor to me! I told you before I left that I wouldn't allow anyone to enter my mind again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Logan staggered back two steps as if he had been punched by an invisible qigong master.

Mason immediately realized that Lorna had used her ability to control magnetic fields.

—So, Old Wolf must have owed your family something in his past life. Every time he fights Magneto, he gets instantly killed, and even in front of Magneto's good daughter, he looks like he's completely outmatched. His adamantium skeleton is a pure scourge.

Logan wasn't angry about it. He maintained his troubled expression and sighed again, "Alright... You know the professor's and my numbers. If you've thought it through, you can contact either of them. Someone will come to pick you up soon. By the way, this kid doesn't seem like a bad guy, but he might be dangerous. You'd better keep your distance from him."

After saying that, he waved goodbye and turned to leave.

Now Mason was even more embarrassed, because Lorna was clearly very angry, and he wasn't very familiar with this girl. It would be inappropriate for him to go up and talk to her, but it would be impolite to just turn around and leave.

After a moment's thought, he wheeled himself over to his bedside and casually remarked, "I think I've seen that person on the news—one of the X-Men?"

"...Hmm." Lorna replied sullenly, "and also the history and physical education teacher at Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters."

What's with this kind of ridiculous yet reasonable job title...?

Mason suppressed the urge to complain and tentatively asked, "I didn't expect to see such a famous person in the hospital... It seems there's quite a bit of conflict between you two?"

"It has nothing to do with Logan."

Lorna lowered her head, seemingly reluctant to continue the conversation, but she didn't show any displeasure towards Mason. Instead, she changed the subject, asking in a low voice, "What do you think of mutants?"

Mason was taken aback by the subtle question suddenly thrown at him, but he was always happy to express his opinions to others, so he immediately replied, "Me? I just think that mutants are just a group of pitiful people who are destined for tragedy because they cannot be accepted by human civilization at this stage."

"..."

Lorna paused for a moment, showing neither surprise nor anger, but simply sighed and said, "So you share the same opinion as the professor?"

"Professor?" Mason scratched his cheek. "You mean Charles Xavier?"

"That's right, Professor Xavier—that's the idea he most often uses when teaching mutant politics, like how mutants can't be properly treated by existing legal systems and social structures, so the most important thing is to try to find a viable path... Hmph, but he's lived most of his life and still can't come up with a decent answer, no wonder he fell out with his father... Magneto."

Lorna punched the bed, then curled up, tucking her head between her knees, and said somewhat dejectedly, "But... I don't really have the right to say that..."