Marvel : The God Of Punishment System

"Breaking news—we're reporting live from Washington D.C.

The Oval Office has been attacked. Details remain scarce, but we can confirm that both the President and Vice President are safe and unharmed.

Sources indicate the assault may have been perpetrated by one or more mutants..."

Professor Charles Xavier and the X-Men watched the television broadcast in stunned silence.

Jason had indeed warned them about a potential presidential assassination attempt. But none of them had anticipated that the would-be assassin would be a mutant.

A fresh storm was brewing.

The President would surely use this as justification to target all mutants.

After a brief strategy session, they quickly identified their prime suspect: their old adversary, Magneto—despite his current imprisonment.

The Professor employed Cerebro to enhance his telepathic abilities, tracing the assassin's psychic signature. He swiftly assigned tasks to his team.

He and Cyclops would visit the supermax facility where Magneto was detained, while Jean Grey and Storm would track down and apprehend the assassin.

Wolverine was instructed to remain behind at the Xavier Institute.

At this directive, Wolverine objected forcefully. "Why don't we reach out to the big hero?"

His question brought the room's activity to an abrupt halt, the other X-Men exchanging uncomfortable glances.

Wolverine's gaze swept across their faces. "You don't trust him? Even after he saved millions of lives? Why? Because he's not a mutant, or because he's an outsider?"

Cyclops responded coldly, "We mutants have never discriminated against baseline humans, nor do we look down on individuals of unknown origin. Logan, can't you sense something's off?"

Storm frowned slightly. "Logan, do you think Jason didn't know the assassin was a mutant, or that he deliberately withheld that information from us?"

Wolverine folded his arms, his voice rough. "Yeah, I used to be the paranoid one—figured anyone who got too close was out to stab me in the back. But I've learned to trust my gut. Look, Professor, you couldn't read his mind before, so you kept your distance. Fine. But now? He's done more than most of us ever have. You don't need to dig into someone's head to know they've earned our trust. We're in uncharted territory here—we don't have the luxury of second-guessing every ally."

Charles closed his eyes briefly, then exhaled with quiet resolve. "Very well. I shall endeavor to place my trust in him."

"Good," Wolverine said with a growl of approval. "You all get going. I'll reach out to him, see if he'll help guard the school. Don't worry—between the two of us, nobody's getting past us to Xavier's. Not without losing something first."

Recognizing Wolverine's transparent ulterior motive, Cyclops rolled his eyes dramatically.

Wolverine truly did possess a remarkably one-track mind.

When Jason received Wolverine's call, he accepted the invitation with genuine enthusiasm.

He'd been monitoring the news coverage of the attack and had been anticipating this outreach.

He suspected that Professor Xavier probably wouldn't have trusted him so readily, but that was inconsequential. The plan he intended to execute didn't require the Professor's trust.

Shortly thereafter, Jason arrived at the Xavier Institute where Wolverine greeted him warmly.

The Professor, Jean Grey, and the others had already departed.

Jason was well aware of this. After seeing reports of the assassination attempt, he had dispatched one of David's remote-controlled drones to monitor the school's entrance, though he hadn't personally visited.

He had a singular objective: to discover Magneto's location.

The optimal opportunity to eliminate Magneto was now.

As one of the Marvel Universe's most notorious disruptors, Magneto's powers currently placed him among the strongest enhanced humans alive.

Jason had previously commissioned Anton and his son to equip his armor with Faraday cage capabilities as a countermeasure.

But as conventional wisdom dictated, anti-magnetic armor would inevitably be dismantled by the Master of Magnetism himself.

By eliminating the old mutant, Jason could fully assume the role of "disruptor-in-chief."

Even setting aside his other accomplishments, last night's spectacular aerial defense of New York would be difficult for any would-be successor to surpass for years to come.

As soon as they settled into the conference room, Wolverine produced a large case of beer, seated himself opposite Jason, and fixed him with an intense, expectant stare.

Jason shrugged helplessly. "Do you need to know everything right now?"

Wolverine raised an eyebrow. "Got a damn good reason not to?"

"Fair enough."

Jason collected his thoughts before beginning. "You and your brother wandered the world together, fighting in countless conflicts. Later, you joined a specialized team formed by a man named Stryker. You carried out numerous operations for him...

Eventually, you grew weary of that existence and retired to become a lumberjack...

Then, your brother Victor murdered your lover, Kayla..."

As Jason calmly narrated these events, Wolverine completely forgot about his beer.

His eyes grew bloodshot, veins protruding at his temples, six adamantium claws instinctively extending from his hands.

Heart-wrenching scenes began flashing through his mind.

Kayla, the woman he had loved so deeply, gradually materialized in his fragmented memories.

Her silhouette against the sunset, the gentle way she caressed his face, and then...

Her body, lying in a pool of blood!

"So," Wolverine rasped, voice low and edged with disbelief, "I let them turn me into a damn weapon... to get revenge against my brother?"

Jason sighed, shaking his head. "Your so-called 'let them' was merely Stryker's deception. He simply needed you for his experiment. Your lover Kayla wasn't actually dead. She and your brother orchestrated an elaborate charade to manipulate you!"

Wolverine's rage gave way to a flicker of confusion, his eyes narrowing as fragments of memory refused to settle. "So everyone was just using me… for what, exactly?"

His hand rose slowly, claws unsheathing with a familiar snikt. He stared at them, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "All this power... and this is where it got me."

Jason remained silent, observing the feral man before him. He felt a twinge of concern, as he hadn't yet revealed the most significant revelations.

Wolverine was already displaying signs of becoming unhinged.

"Heh... so it was all a setup, huh? A damn conspiracy." He let out a dry, humorless chuckle. "So she's not really dead? That's great. Means I don't gotta grieve, right?"

His fists clenched, claws twitching just beneath the skin. "Hell, I just had my bones ripped out and replaced—guess that's nothing now." He looked away for a moment, then back, voice rougher. "It's good she's alive... right?"

His chest rose and fell in ragged bursts, and when

his gaze snapped to Jason, his eyes were glowing red, feral—like an animal moments before the kill.But Jason remained impassive, his expression neutral.

The silence was gasoline on the fire. Wolverine shot to his feet, his claws flashing out with a metallic snikt as he slashed the table between them into a storm of splinters.

"AM I RIGHT?!" he bellowed, voice raw with fury. "ANSWER ME, DAMN IT!"

"No, Logan. You are not right."

Wolverine's outburst had awakened many of the mansion's residents. Footsteps echoed in the corridor as Rogue, Iceman, Pyro, and others appeared at the doorway.

But neither Wolverine nor Jason acknowledged them.

Jason continued with the same measured calm. "Stryker had captured Kayla's sister and threatened her, forcing Kayla to get close to you. But she genuinely fell in love with you. Together, you liberated the other mutants imprisoned at Stryker's facility. In the end... she chose to stay and face the enemy alongside you."

"And what the hell happened to her?" Wolverine snapped, his voice tight with urgency. "Why can't I remember? Where is she?!"

"Dead. Stryker killed her. He also shot you in the head with a specialized bullet, erasing your memories. The last time you saw her, she was lying in a pool of blood right before your eyes. The tragedy is, you've forgotten her entirely."

After Jason finished speaking, a profound silence descended upon the room.

But within that silence, turbulent emotions were beginning to brew.

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