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Under the Canadian Rocky Mountains, the X-Men stood in a line of warning from afar, guarding Li Jie and Logen so that no one would disturb them.
Logen and his son have been trapped by Li Jie in the Mind Labyrinth built by the Millennium Building Blocks in a special way. And after using the Ksitigarbha Buddha statue to build an illusion of themselves in the Mind Labyrinth.
The father and son seemed to have fallen into a state of immobility. Logen's face occasionally showed calm, anger, and joy.
But more often than not, there was a kind of indescribable sadness. Although he was trapped and fell to the ground powerlessly.
But he couldn't stop the tears from flowing out of his eyes. He curled up his body like a baby who had just left his mother's womb. He looked so weak and helpless.
Many X-Men frowned, showing a worried expression. Blink stood together with Jean, holding Jean's arm and asked worriedly, "Is Logen okay?"
Jean didn't know what the situation was now. After all, she couldn't go and investigate the current situation of Li Jie and the others. Right now, Li Jie seemed to be using all his strength to activate the Millennium Building Block and the Buddha statue. There was no time to explain anything to the others.
Jean could only force a smile, "There shouldn't be a problem. Logen is a tough guy who has never been defeated. "
Jean didn't know that in this world, it may not take cruel torture and torture tools to defeat a tough guy. The despair that comes from the depths of the soul is the real terrible thing.
This time, Li Jie urged his Buddhist energy so hard that he felt that he had reached the critical value.
Although he didn't express it clearly, he had a vague feeling that it was him. He felt that Logen and the others were about to come out of the Millennium Building Blocks maze.
Li Jie was making the strongest wave of energy output for Logen's final Mind Cleansing. The Ksitigarbha Buddha statue, which was only slightly emitting a faint light, began to shine brightly at this moment.
Everyone knew that Logen and the others were about to come back!
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It was like falling into a thicket of thorns. Every time I tried to move, I would be pierced by the sharp bushes and cut my skin. Leaving the flesh beneath my skin exposed to the air unprotected.
The thorny bushes pierced my body and injected a poison called chaos into my bloodstream. He didn't know where it began, and he didn't know where it ended.
I'm trapped in this prison called chaos, unable to reincarnate, unable to transcend. Every time I wanted to take action, the poison named chaos would corrode my heart.
The air was filled with the scent of fresh blood, a scent that I had sought for centuries. Only by using the most concentrated blood to irrigate this chaotic patch of thorns could they grow more and more luxuriant.
And I could continue to live in this hell in a way that I had long since gotten used to. I no longer wanted to resist. I no longer wanted to crave for hope. Because everything seemed so powerless.
My final destination is a mess of corpses. When the sharp claws pierced through the chest of any life, that familiar sound, that familiar smell. I'm used to all this.
I've given up praying, when I knew that everything was useless. Hundreds of times over the centuries, I struggled desperately. Every time I want to be free, this hell only binds me tighter.
I gave up faith, gave up the light.
Everything was so familiar. Every time I prayed for a different start, deep in my heart, I already knew what the final outcome would be.
They incarnate into different appearances, different forms. But they all have the same taste. Chaos, blood, killing. A nightmare that I couldn't get rid of.
Exhaustion and boredom wrapped around my body. I didn't want to think anymore, and I didn't want to do any more useless work. Because I already knew what the outcome would be every time.
No matter how these things started, they would always end the same way.
Living forever is an indescribable pain. I ended the lives of my last old friends with my own hands. They died with a smile, transcending everything in this world.
And I'm still struggling in this dark and boundless hell. I can't see light or hope. I gave up my own thoughts, and just want to stay in this dark hell forever.
I'm willing to stay in this hell forever in exchange for my friends, my lovers. I'm willing to let them be proud and transcend everything in this world.
Even if I'm trapped in thorns, even if my body is injected with chaotic poison. As long as they are safe, I have nothing to fear.
I will use my sharp claws to continue living in this dark hell. I will use the rest of my life to help those who can leave this place transcend everything.
Even if the thorns grow more and more luxuriant, even if all this might be useless.
I only know one thing. When the darkness comes, I can't resist, even praying is useless. My enemies, the beasts that live on blood.
I will use your blood to water this thorny hell, until they bloom into the most beautiful flowers. Like the bright red rose, like the heat of the rose.
I will be the only gardener in this dark hell. I will let these thorns grow all over this hell. I will lock all of you, and let those bloodthirsty beasts also fall into the thorns. This is my final destiny in this life.
Like the mountains and the sea, never changing. I swear by my eternity. — By James Howlett, John Logen, Wolverine, Wolverine.
I swear by every name and every journey I've had in my life. I will stay in hell forever, until this hell blooms with beautiful flowers …
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Logen lay beside a small lake under the Canadian Rockies. His skin felt the cold and hard touch of wet and cold pebbles.
There was also the smell of lake water and cedar wood that rushed into his nose. Everything was so familiar. Everything seemed to have returned to the past.
The era before the war began. When the sun shone on his body, Logen confirmed that all of this was not a dream. His eyes, blurred by tears, saw the people he wanted to see in his dream again.
They laughed and ran toward him. If this is my last dream before I die, please let me die in this dream.
Logen returned from the illusion. He lay on the ground powerlessly. Everything seemed real. He fell asleep from exhaustion. He came back. There was something different. He brought back something different.
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