Wolverine didn't care about William Stryker slowly moving toward the exit, and Harry certainly didn't care either. He had already found his target.
Harry walked to the side of the boiling silver liquid. With his magnetic field ability, he drew a small portion of metal from it, holding it suspended in his palm.
"Ding-dong."
"I found an unowned item — Adamantium (5). Will the host convert it into points?"
The system notification sounded, and Harry smiled slightly.
"Convert," he thought.
The small piece of metal in his palm disappeared instantly, as if it had never been there at all.
"Host remaining points: 125."
Harry looked at the rest of the liquid metal in the container and frowned. It was complicated to deal with.
"But you already know that," William Stryker finally reached the exit.
"I used to think you were unique, werewolf," he said as he stepped into the doorway. His tone sounded faintly regretful.
Wolverine didn't respond, still piecing together the fragments of his memory.
"But I was wrong," Stryker said, pursing his lips as he walked toward the exit.
"Stop!" Wolverine, who had only vaguely heard what happened before, shouted when he saw Stryker leaving and rushed toward the doorway.
But the leather-clad woman guarding the door was obviously nothing like she appeared.
She turned smoothly and punched Wolverine in the face, stunning him, then struck his chest with deceptively gentle palms. The heavy, alloy-boned Wolverine was sent flying, slamming onto the ground hard.
"Hey! Do you want help?" Harry, who had been focused on how to remove the metal, was jolted by the noise. He looked up at the staggering Wolverine and asked.
"No need." Wolverine's face twisted fiercely. He shot Harry a proud glare, then, with a sharp snikt, his claws extended. He stared at the Dead Girl, who had shifted into an attacking stance.
But his posturing came too soon.
The Dead Girl loosened her shoulders, raising her hands. Her slender fingers pointed upward, a mocking smile on her lips. Her silver nails suddenly elongated, transforming into razor-sharp Adamantium alloy blades.
"Oh! Damn!" The arrogance froze instantly on Wolverine's face as he remembered Harry's earlier warning.
"Logan, your sister!" Harry blurted out, watching the scene.
"Damn it!" Wolverine growled through gritted teeth, raising his claws as he rushed at her.
Although this seemingly delicate Dead Girl shared Wolverine's monstrous self-healing ability, the difference in their fighting styles was stark. Wolverine fought purely by instinct, a beast driven forward. She, however, fought like a perfected piece of weaponized technology.
She dodged Wolverine's slashes with ease. Rolling across the ground, she struck his abdomen sharply. Wolverine cried out, but his feral instincts turned him immediately back toward her, claws swiping. Even such a fast counterattack was blocked by her raised arm, which she immediately used to retaliate again.
Listening to the Dead Girl's blows landing relentlessly, accompanied by Wolverine's agonized shouts, Harry finally discovered a method to take everything in front of him away.
A steadily thickening invisible stance formed in Harry's hands. In an instant, the transparent layers solidified into a clearly visible blue barrier.
"If I can't lower the temperature to solidify the metal, then the only option is to remove it all," Harry thought.
The stand wrapped around the entire furnace, lifting it whole.
"Logan, hold on! I'll be back for you!" Harry shouted to Wolverine, who was currently being mercilessly beaten, then flew toward the exit with the large sphere suspended in his stance.
Seeing Harry heading for the exit, the Dead Girl immediately wrenched her claws out of Wolverine's back. Her thighs no longer pinned down the grimacing Wolverine on the ground.
Her posture lowered gracefully, arms extending, claws gleaming. Then she lifted herself from the ground, spinning toward Harry like a razor-edged top.
She could overpower Wolverine with ease, but their shared steel-hard bones were nothing compared to Harry, who controlled the magnetic field itself.
Harry glanced her way once, and a magnetic burst sent her flying, crashing into the wall with a resounding bang.
He continued toward the exit. Since there was only one passage, he reached it smoothly.
The combination lock on the sealed door meant nothing to him. A strong magnetic push blew a hole straight through.
Cold wind and swirling snow surged inside, forcing Harry to squint and lift his arms to shield his face.
Once he adjusted, Harry flew out through the breach.
He pressed the button for the remote-controlled flying skateboard on the arm of his armor and looked out into the distance.
With Magneto's abilities, repairing the metal skateboard was as easy as destroying it — it now rested inside the jet.
Iceman Bobby and Rogue Mary stood near the starting platform, watching the newly repaired skateboard humming with power. Before they could approach it again, the board shot forward, streaking out from the stairs Pyro had left behind.
"Coming through!" Harry's metal object in flight resembled a candle flickering in the night under his magnetic field.
"Get on." Harry tossed the furnace-wrapped stance sphere toward the flying skateboard. After setting the remote route, he turned and headed back into the base.
"Ah! Ah~!"
"Oh—ah!"
Before Harry even entered the lab again, he heard two screams outside, the voices clearly different.
"They've started already," Harry thought as he walked. A protective stance snapped over his head, guarding his mind from the incoming psychic wave.
Moving quickly, he saw that Wolverine and the Dead Girl — formerly locked in frantic combat — were both on the ground now, clutching their heads and screaming.
"It'll pass soon. I've already opened the exit. When it's over, just head out that way. I'm going to find the others." Harry crouched and patted Wolverine's shoulder.
"Mmm—ah!" Wolverine nodded through his agony, then rolled over and continued howling with his head buried in his arms.
Harry didn't stay. He rushed toward the room containing the brain-wave enhancer.
A powerful psychic force filled the entire base, growing stronger and extending outward — but it wouldn't last long.
"No. Hurry." Harry, knowing exactly what would happen next, felt a surge of anxiety. He pushed his feet harder against the ground, forcing more speed as he headed for the brain-wave chamber.
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