Marvel’s Master of Heavenly Magic

Five days later, at the Genetic Modification Research Institute in Mexico City.

Sander Lys looked at the younger version of Wolverine X-24, which he had created using Wolverine's genetic material, and couldn’t help but laugh triumphantly.

"Finally, I’ve succeeded in my research—a Wolverine who will obey my every command. The world will soon bow to my feet."

His father, Dale Lys, had been one of the scientists who performed the adamantium implant surgery on Logan. He was killed when Logan escaped from the lab.

From that moment on, Sander was determined to eliminate all uncontrollable and dangerous mutants and to create mutant soldiers who would follow his commands without question.

He later founded the Aclai Genetics Corporation, using his control over food and beverage companies to widely distribute the M43 virus they had developed.

This virus had no effect on humans but suppressed the abilities of existing mutants and eliminated genetic mutations in human offspring.

After more than twenty years of effort, no new mutants were born into the world.

"Donald, if those test subjects refuse to obey commands, deal with them accordingly."

Turning around, Dr. Lys coldly instructed a man whose right arm was entirely replaced with a mechanical one.

Originally, his plan was to use the early-collected mutant genes to create a batch of new mutant children through surrogate mothers in Mexico, then sell them as weapons to other organizations.

However, experiments showed that these children, as they grew up, developed their own thoughts and could not be fully controlled, even attempting to escape.

Since he had now perfected the creation of fully obedient mutant replicas, there was no need for these failed specimens anymore.

Moreover, he thought that if he could stabilize the production of a large number of obedient mutants, he could potentially rule the entire world.

"Should we also dispose of specimen 757?"

Donald was not surprised by Dr. Lys’s suggestion.

After a moment’s hesitation, Dr. Lys nodded.

"Dispose of it. Now that our cloning technology is refined, besides producing large quantities of Wolverine replicas, we might also be able to clone Professor X and Magneto. There's no need to waste resources on inferior specimens."

"Understood."

Donald pulled out his sidearm and left the research facility.

Meanwhile, in his room, George was practicing hand gestures for spellcasting. He glanced at the clock on the wall, and his expression grew increasingly serious.

"No way, is it starting now?"

At this time, someone should have already come to take him for training.

"It seems like it has started."

Just then, the door to his room suddenly swung open, and two familiar figures walked in.

The leader was none other than the instructor who had been training him for some time.

"I knew this guy was a useless waste of time. After all this training, he’s still not worth it. Now we need to deal with him."

The instructor gave George a disdainful glance and then ordered the subordinate holding a submachine gun.

"Eliminate him, and then dispose of the body in the incinerator. It should be burned along with that batch of useless trash."

"Understood, Captain."

The subordinate raised his submachine gun, aimed at George, and prepared to pull the trigger.

However, just as he was about to fire, specimen 757 suddenly uttered an incomprehensible phrase.

"Alohomora!"

With a "click," the ability suppressor around specimen 757’s neck detached itself.

Immediately, George felt a chill on his neck and his consciousness began to fade.

In fact, as soon as he saw the two figures enter, George had begun casting a spell. His movements were so subtle that the two did not notice.

With the ability suppressor removed, his magnetic control abilities erupted. A dagger he had previously placed at the door flew up and sliced the guard's throat, temporarily averting the immediate danger.

"Szzzz!"

The instructor drew his knife to deflect the flying dagger from behind, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"How could this happen?"

If he had not reacted in time, he would have met the same fate as his subordinate.

Seeing the suppressor fall off specimen 757, the instructor, who had spent years on the edge of life and death, instantly became alert and drew his knife.

However, if specimen 757 had attacked him first, he might not have had time to react.

"Have you hidden your abilities and strength?"

In his memory, specimen 757’s control over the dagger wasn’t very strong; he could usually deflect it easily.

However, despite successfully deflecting the dagger just now, the powerful impact had left his wrist aching slightly.

“Dead men don’t need to know so much.”

George swiftly destroyed the surveillance cameras in the room with a flick of the dagger and then launched a ferocious attack on the instructor, who he could normally defeat with ease.

Although he usually concealed his strength, he was currently much stronger than usual, thanks to an unexpected boost from his shared wizard bloodline enhancing his mutant abilities.

The speed, precision, and power of the dagger were such that the instructor was quickly injured after just a few exchanges.

The instructor attempted to escape and get close to George for hand-to-hand combat, but George didn’t give him any opportunity. The instructor could only defend as best as he could, hoping that his comrades would arrive in time to rescue him.

However, George knew that escaping was a precious opportunity and wasn’t about to waste time.

“Gun, now!”

While continuing to control the dagger to attack, George summoned the submachine gun from the dead guard’s hand, which flew directly into his grasp.

“Goodbye, Instructor!”

George aimed the submachine gun at the instructor, who was still struggling against the daggers, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He wasn’t the kind of person to rely solely on his abilities when he had a gun at his disposal.

“Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!”

“Oh, God!”

The instructor’s eyes widened in terror, and before he could finish his scream, he was riddled with bullets.

Retrieving his dagger and the instructor’s knife, George took the submachine gun and stepped out of the cell, stealthily making his way toward the outside of the laboratory.

He used the dagger to destroy all surveillance cameras and neutralize any guards he encountered along the way. Soon, he heard the sounds of intense gunfire and screams.

Clearly, the situation involved more than just him; all the mutant children were being dealt with as well.

Perhaps that was why no guards had arrived promptly when the problem arose with him.

Compared to him, the chaos caused by the mutant children was far greater.

This was also why he had delayed his escape until today. If he had tried to escape alone from this heavily monitored facility, he would likely have been surrounded by numerous guards within moments.

Faced with such an overwhelming gunfire assault, he was no Magneto and couldn’t possibly withstand it.

(End of Chapter)