Wolverine of the Marvel World

Chapter 66: Wolverine of the Marvel World

If someone had asked Kyle which hero he had liked in the entire Avengers universe series in his previous life, he might not have been able to answer right away.

But if they had asked which character he had liked most across all the Marvel movies, it would undoubtedly have been Wolverine.

"Wolverine?"

As he looked at the weathered middle-aged man in the corner, coolly smoking a cigarette, Kyle could not help speaking up. He had never expected to encounter this man in the midst of this battle.

"Who are you?" The weathered man glanced at him in surprise.

Kyle took a deep breath and introduced himself. "My name is Kyle, a major general in the U.S. military."

"A major general… Someone with that high a rank is fighting alone behind enemy lines?" The weathered man looked at Kyle even more suspiciously. He truly seemed not to have heard the rumors about the American Hero, then asked, "How old are you, anyway?"

"Twenty-three. Almost twenty-four." Kyle shrugged and stepped forward. Once he entered within three meters of the weathered man, the information on the Ability Cards around him immediately became clear.

Russian Mastery, Yoga Mastery, True Assassination Mastery, True Rifle Mastery, True Close-Quarters Combat Mastery, True Ancient Martial Arts Mastery, True Dual-wielding Mastery…

At a glance, there were simply too many white and green cards to count. Estimating from the green Ability Cards focused on combat techniques alone, there were at least a hundred—an utterly terrifying number.

Even Kyle, who had continuously collected cards throughout the U.S. military, covering more than a hundred thousand soldiers and officers, had only gathered a little over thirty.

What did more than a hundred green combat Ability Cards represent? It represented near mastery of more than half the combat techniques on Earth!

It also indirectly showed just how many brutal battles the man before him had experienced to acquire such combat skills.

And that was not all…

Kyle’s gaze finally settled on the two cards on the weathered man’s body, one deep blue and the other light blue.

Lone Wolf Gene: A mutated physique and temperament caused by genetic mutation, like that of a lone wolf. Blue Rare Ability Card.

Three sharp bone claws can extend from the palms between the fingers of both hands. The claws are connected to the arm bones, tough and razor-sharp.

The body tends toward wolf-like traits and gains a wolf's gifts: increased strength and speed, beast-like sharp physical reactions, keen eyesight and sense of smell, an inborn love of battle, a habit of solitude, and a penchant for killing and hunting prey.

Due to the lone wolf's innate habits, naturally solitary and unaccustomed to living in groups, a feral rampage may lead to uncontrollable slaughter.

Current status: Restricted by the 'Rare Blue' prefix. Cannot be extracted.

In terms of killing power alone, the Lone Wolf Physique far surpassed the Super Soldier Physique.

That was Kyle’s assessment after reading the rare blue Lone Wolf Gene Ability Card.

His Super Soldier Physique was an all-around enhancement based on the human body, while the Lone Wolf Gene pushed wolf-like traits to the extreme. The former was stable, while the latter was far more lethal.

As if such an absurd Lone Wolf Physique Card was not enough, the weathered man also had another card…

Healing Factor: A self-healing factor existing within the human body. Blue Ability Card.

The Healing Factor flows throughout the body with the blood at every moment, attaches to the bone marrow and cannot be removed, and even exists within every modified genetic cell of the organism.

All injuries can naturally heal rapidly through the Healing Factor. Even life-threatening wounds can fully recover within half a day. (Although Sodium-Carbon Steel can suppress the Healing Factor, it can only suppress it. Given enough time, injuries can still heal.)

The Healing Factor infinitely slows the body's aging and extends lifespan.

Current status: Can be extracted. Can coexist with physique-enhancement abilities.

Lone Wolf Gene, Healing Factor… Was he really Wolverine? If not him, who else could have such an absurdly extreme physique?

Kyle was inwardly shocked, but his expression remained as calm as ever. Looking at the weathered man, he said, "I’ve introduced myself. What about you, sir?"

"I’m just a Soviet infantryman. Nothing worth introducing." The weathered man waved dismissively, flicked his cigarette butt onto the ground, and prepared to leave alone.

He still did not quite believe that Kyle was some American major general. Even if he was, it had nothing to do with him.

"Wait." Kyle tried to stop him, but the weathered man simply quickened his pace and headed toward one end of the street.

Kyle narrowed his eyes and accelerated after him. He did not want to let this opportunity slip away for nothing.

There were no mutants in this world—that was something he had learned back at the Training Base. Yet now he had encountered a man who seemed to be Wolverine. How could he not be astonished?

"You really are annoying." The weathered man ran while glancing back at Kyle, who was following closely behind. He could not help speeding up, soon surpassing the running speed of an ordinary person.

But he quickly discovered that Kyle was still right behind him, impossible to shake off like stubborn glue.

"What exactly do you want? Do you want me to make a move against you?" The weathered man stopped and turned around coldly.

"You’re alone? You don’t have comrades, brothers, or anyone else fighting on this battlefield?" Kyle looked around to confirm. From the moment he had arrived until now, he had not seen any trace of anyone else.

If this really was the Wolverine he knew, then where was his older brother, Sabretooth—

The weathered man snorted. "No comrades are good enough to work with me. Brothers? I’ve never had any brothers!"

No brothers?

Kyle frowned deeply. The man did not seem to be lying or speaking carelessly. He truly was a lone wolf of a man.

After thinking for a moment, Kyle reached into the holster at his calf that held his Energy Pistol. Just as the weathered man’s eyes became wary, Kyle concealed his action and materialized a pack of cigarettes, tossing it over. "Looks like you’ve finished yours. This one’s for you."

The weathered man swiftly caught the cigarettes, glanced at the design on the pack, and nodded with slight satisfaction. "An American brand. Not bad."

He looked at Kyle again, his expression softening slightly. "Go on. Why are you following me?"

"You look very much like an old friend of mine. Please tell me your name. Once I know it, I won’t follow you anymore," Kyle said urgently.

"If you’re American, then you couldn’t possibly have met me. I’ve never been to the Americas." As the weathered man spoke, he turned and strolled away, waving behind him. "My name is Logan Stra. Stay alive. See you after the battle ends."

His lone wolf-like figure quickly disappeared into the endless darkness of the war-torn streets, vanishing from sight.

"Logan Stra. Even the surname is different."

Kyle stood where he was and murmured to himself, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

He understood now. The man was not the Wolverine he knew, but a similar person from this parallel Marvel world.

The same appearance, abilities, and experiences—yet he was not that person.