I'm Alexander Pierce's son

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Firstly, the news that I'm an actual mutant surprised me quite a bit. It turns out I'm going to find some hidden superpowers within the next couple of years. Interesting. Well, considering that I didn't find any physical differences, it means that they're either hidden inside, like an extra acid ventricle, a dermal inactive energy vampire layer, the ability of cells to change into other states, or they're something that doesn't distinguish my body from others at all. Like the ability to control fire, open portals, control the weather and so on.

None of this is too bad, except for the whisperer's abilities, which are super powerful, but I'd definitely be able to deal with not being able to touch others.Now let's move on to more interesting news, namely my regeneration and see what alerts I missed.

You have exceeded the norms of the human body, because of which the regeneration skill is opened to you.

One of your stats has exceeded two hundred to level 30. You are rewarded with 20 S.O., which you can also invest in stamina and become the most capable punching bag in the city.

Name: Ryan Pierce.

Level:28

Experience:16425/16500

Parameters:

-Strength:89

-Agility:81

-Stamina:216

-Intelligence:65

-Intuition:57

-Free Points:20

Peculiarities: "major", "lab mouse", "gotcha", "under-alpha".

Skills: "martial arts 52ur", "shooting 48ur", "polyglot 5ur", "psychology 14ur", "strategist 29ur", "stealth 26ur", "player's mind MAX", "intimidation 24ur", "animal style 13ur", "drug resistance 7ur", "hackerman 17ur", "engineer 6ur", "alpha will 3ur", "regeneration 14ur".

Superpowers: "time acceleration", "lycanthropy".

That's a lot of regeneration. I guess I didn't put everything into stamina back then for nothing. But where did I get this new trait and skill from? When did I have time to use some of the alpha's will? How can I be an Alpha if I don't even have a pack? Once again, the system throws me questions that I'll have to find answers to while racking my brains. By the way, if I swing with Wolverine, I can pump the style of the animal without turning? He's been training his combat skills for over a hundred years, and given his animal-like habits due to the mutation, there's no doubt that he'll be able to use his animal part in battle. I'll have to ask him for a sparring session after I recover.

Walking around the school, I saw a bunch of my peers and those who logically should have left this place by now. Their age left only three options. Either they're round twos and still trying to figure out why they need to know the multiplication table when they can just throw fireballs or something. The second option is that they are just used to this place and consider it their home, and the professor will never refuse such people. And the last ones are those who are simply afraid. They don't know what to do next and are completely unprepared for the atrocities that await them in the world. This type of person makes up 30-40% of all students. Honestly looking at their lifestyles here I can even understand how they have become unfit for life outside of the institute.

Almost every second person is freely using their abilities and that is faintly speaking not a good thing. To confirm my fears, I checked the schedule that hung in the hall and found no lesson on how to hide your mutation. I did find a class where they train abilities and discuss their strengths and weaknesses, but given that it's often impossible to tell how strong a mutation is by eye, I don't fully understand the benefits of these classes. After all, mutations are quite different, and no matter how hard teachers or professors try to pass on their experience, but a few scientists and a couple of weeks of perhaps a little painful tests would give a person if not a full range of understanding of their abilities, then it would at least become clear for him in which direction to develop.

And that's why I don't understand the professor, because he's very rich, and there are heaps of scientists who need money. And given what kind of world this is, he'd probably prevent a couple of villains from appearing by hiring them. Especially if you're paying them, with their permission, what's to stop them from putting a couple of nondisclosure tabs on it. But no, our professor is too right. How can you force people or fix their goals in life. I certainly understand that the world has drawn the luckiest of all possible tickets, because if it were like Magneto, then all people would be second-class and every parent would be waiting and hoping that their baby would be born with at least a sixth finger. And for all dissenters the choice would be between brainwashing and the gas chamber.

As I continued pacing the corridors of Xavier's mansion I pondered the lack of lessons in hiding one's power or external mutation. The same snake in the comics had a cheater holographic clock that he used to change his skin colour and hide his tail and ears. To be honest, it's pretty botched how he handled that gift. I realise that he's been complex about his appearance for a very, very, very long time, but to have a technology that any spy dreams of, and the same Chameleon could lose his job because of it, and not even think about its possibilities is just stupid.

Of course, the professor's plans are not bad, but not very effective. Although compared to Eric, he's a saint.

I was torn from continuing these thoughts by my sixth sense, which was screaming about being followed. I turned around and noticed a man in a tank top and black trousers, who was oozing suspicion. It was, of course, everyone's favourite Logan, or more commonly known as Wolverine.

-What, did I do something wrong? - I looked at him and showed him that I didn't understand why he was oozing so much suspicion with a bit of aggression in my direction.-No, it's just that I've encountered someone who exuded the same odour as you. And all my encounters with him ended in blood. - Said he approached me and extended his claws.

Hmm, that's interesting. He sounds like he's talking about a sabertooth.

- Oh, so you're the one Hank was talking about. - I look at him with genuine surprise.

-Told me what? - He frowned even more, though it seemed like a lot more.

-About someone who has much more amazing regeneration. - Pointing to the wounds between his fingers, the marks were no less than a second after the claws disappeared. - You picked a pretty original way to die, by the way. - I look at him with a grin.

-What are you talking about?! - Oh, come on, he could still frown.

-I'm talking about your claws. They're adamantium, aren't they, by the colour and shine? - I said, pointing to his hands.

-И?

-Well, it has a rather interesting property of accumulating radiation from the environment, and given your regeneration I can assume that you're quite old. So I assumed that you were tired of life and decided to interrupt your regeneration by poisoning your claws with radiation. I'll tell you, though, that's pretty ineffective, as the rest of your body will easily overpower the poisoning, the range of exposure is too small. If you were to cover all of yourself, then yes, you'd have to drop out soon. But that's only if you were covered when you started working with this metal. That would be funny, considering that the shield would be the only weapon on our side capable of damaging him, though given the amount of vibranium used to create it, maybe he'd be able to withstand it....

Unwilling to tolerate my highly informative speech about metals and Cap's shield, he interrupted me with a question more important to him at that moment. - How long would I last then.

First, more scepticism on my face. -Are you kidding me? Wait, you actually plated your skeleton with adamantium? - Now more shock. - Yeah, how did you even do that? That must have hurt like hell. Even with regeneration, you'd be a vegetable.

-How long am I going to last?! - he repeats his question with irritation.

-Well, it depends on your regeneration, but I wouldn't give you more than 50-70 years from the time you're covered. After that, you'll die in terrible agony. I'd suggest you find a way to get that stuff out of your skeleton. There are volcanoes, glaciers, or at least space. I suggest a glacier, so you can wake up 100 years in the future.

-That's impossible. After it cooled down, it became too solid. - He sounded kind of sad.

-Well, I might even be able to help you, but not now. In about five years at least. - I don't like seeing Logan sad. He's one of my favourite Marvel characters.

He gives me a sceptical look with a hint of distrust. I mean, the fact that I know more about adamantium than most scientists is acceptable to him, but the fact that I know a way to save his life is unlikely.

-Where's the mistrust coming from? -Where's the mistrust coming from? It's not like I'm asking you for payment. I'm just saying I'll try to help in the future.

-That's what's so alarming. No-one in this world offers help for nothing. - he says, looking at his hands.

-Not even the professor. - I raise an eyebrow in a grin.

-He's different. - Oh, the famous "you don't understand it's different."

-Well, if you say so, I think I'll continue my walk. - I say, turning away and continuing my thoughts on how to save Logan.

Logically, the fastest way is Wakanda. They could probably get adamantium out of him easily, but as long as T'Challa's daddy is on the throne, it won't be realistic to get the whites to help. Even if you just say you know they exist, they will send a squad of techno negroes over your head, who will either capture you for memory cleansing or just finish you off.

The second option is the same vibranium, which will have to be stolen by a "good man" in the future. It can be bought or stolen from him, whichever is more convenient, and with it I think Tony will make it pretty easy to make a machine to siphon this expensive nasty stuff out of Wolverine.

There's no third option yet, but anything is possible in this crazy world. So in five years I think more options will be found.

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