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"Damn it, Victor! Don't you dare kill anyone in front of me!"
Inside the logging camp, Wolverine Logan glared at Sabretooth Victor, who was sprinting on all fours between piles of timber like a tiger, and immediately gave chase.
Logan knew all too well that his mutant brother Victor had become bloodthirsty—no different from a true beast. Only when Victor stayed near him could he retain even a shred of human reason.
At times, Victor was nothing more than a predator, choosing and devouring his prey.
Thinking of his coworkers possibly dying before his eyes, Logan burned with rage. His muscles tensed as he charged after Victor at full speed.
But Logan was no longer a qualified warrior.
He hadn't fought in years. His strength, speed, and neural reaction time had all deteriorated badly.
In just a few breaths, Victor vanished from his sight, leaving behind only Logan's powerless fury.
When Logan returned to the workers' original rest area, he found chaos—and Victor standing calmly among it.
Victor had already removed his suit jacket, revealing a white dress shirt beneath. One hand held the jacket, the other gripped a worker by the collar.
"Logan, you're far too slow."
Sabretooth Victor tossed the lumberjack to the ground. He didn't even glance at the man at his feet, instead looking at Logan with mild disappointment.
"Your anger still isn't enough. Killing just a few people won't do."
Victor strode toward Logan, murderous intent rolling off him. The familiar aura of slaughter made Logan frown.
Logan sniffed the air.
No blood.
That meant his coworkers weren't dead—which confused him.
"Logan, looks like you got married."
Victor's teasing words made Logan's face darken.
Watching Logan's fury, Victor sighed inwardly.
Once, he had been even more violent than Logan. Now, looking at his brother was like staring at his own past.
He wanted Logan to break free from this savage state. That was why he hadn't immediately extended the invitation—he wanted to show Logan that he was different now.
But clearly, Logan had no interest in listening. Bloodlust had already taken root in his heart.
That made Victor decide to teach his mutant brother a lesson—about what it meant to be a mutant, and what glory truly was.
"You should go home and take a look. Where do you think I got your location from?"
Victor grinned.
The words instantly ignited Logan.
"Fuck—what did you do to Betty?!"
Logan became a beast of pure rage. His bone claws snapped out as he pressed them against Victor's throat, growling.
"Hot-tempered. Violent. Just like a beast, Logan—my mutant brother."
"You're becoming more and more like me."
Victor studied Logan carefully, then pulled a card from inside his suit. An address was written on it.
"If you want to see your wife, come find me at this bar. I'll wait three days. After that… Betty might be brutally killed."
Victor casually brushed Logan's claws aside, straightened Logan's collar, and burst into laughter as he walked away.
"Victor! I'll kill you!"
Behind him came Logan's furious, murderous roar.
"Honestly… it's hard to imagine what kind of person you used to be."
After leaving the logging camp, Victor shook his head and laughed softly.
He had already conquered his lust for blood and savagery, returning to his true self. The beast he played earlier was nothing more than a performance meant to provoke Logan.
He needed Logan's anger to reignite his dulled fighting spirit—to restore him to what he once was.
Victor slipped back into his suit, instantly becoming a refined gentleman. The coarse hair on his face faded away, revealing pale, clean skin.
Sabretooth Victor disappeared.
In his place stood Victor—the gentleman of Mutant Glory.
Lighting a cigar, Victor stood at the edge of the Rocky Mountains like a man surveying a primeval forest, exhaling a slow ring of smoke.
Relaxed. Elegant. At ease.
He was thoroughly enjoying his life now.
To the mutant evolutionary family, humanity was something to be taken from at will.
He was born noble—a genius of human evolution.
Humans existed only as stepping stones.
After witnessing Logan's life and suffering, Victor felt genuine admiration for Lancelot.
Logan was nothing more than a beast tamed by humans.
Living in poverty. Possessing power he dared not use. Afraid of discovery. Forced to live on the run.
"Poor Logan… he has no idea what these mutations truly represent."
"We mutants are born to stand above humanity. Human wealth, status, and power should serve us—because we are forging the ultimate evolutionary path for these pieces of trash."
Victor glanced back once at the Rockies, then walked straight to a limited-edition car and stepped inside.
"Mr. Victor."
In the driver's seat, a logistics member of the House of Mutant Evolution looked at him with reverence and nodded respectfully.
"Care for one, Harkins?"
Victor smiled politely and offered him a cigar.
"Mr. Victor, you know cigars don't do much for me. But whisky—that'd be hard to refuse."
As he drove, Harkins glanced in the rearview mirror, curiosity in his eyes.
"Mr. Victor… why did we bring Mr. Logan's wife to the House of Mutant Evolution?"
Victor smiled faintly and looked out the window.
"When you're favored by the King," he said calmly,
"you're bound to receive special treatment."