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Wolverine stood still on the edge of the wild grassland, his weathered face illuminated only by the cold starlight above. He looked ahead at the uncertain path, his voice low and resolute:

"Laura, your generation deserves to live in a better era."

"Which is why…" His hands clenched into fists. "I have to find him."

At his side, Laura—his clone, his daughter—tightened her grip on her small satchel. The look in her eyes mirrored her father's: unwavering, stubborn, and sharpened by hardship. "We will find him."

Though young, Laura's will was like a drawn blade. She had inherited more than Wolverine's powers—she carried his fierce determination in her blood.

Wolverine sighed as he looked at her. He hadn't wanted her to follow him back here. Returning to this land meant returning to blood, to violence… to death. He had lost too many. He didn't want to lose her too.

But Laura wouldn't be denied. She had followed him for nearly fifteen kilometers, through terrain most adults would struggle to survive, until she reached the border with him.

Looking at her now—small, wiry, and full of fire—he felt both burdened and warmed. She was him, reborn. And because of that, she was impossible to stop.

He turned back to the grassland and gave her a hard look. "Laura, listen carefully."

"If danger comes, you hide. You run. You don't hesitate."

"If I fall—if I can't protect you—you run and never look back. That's what you promised me. That's why I allowed you to come."

Laura nodded seriously. "I understand, Logan."

She didn't call him "Dad." Not yet. The emotional barrier between them still held. Their bond ran deep, but the label had not yet passed his lips or hers. They were father and daughter in blood—but not yet in words.

The wind brushed the tall grass around them. Rustling sounds mixed with the whisper of the prairie winds, giving life to the vast, lonely land.

Under the stars, two generations of mutants crossed the night together—one hardened by loss, the other shaped by survival.

Together, they walked toward the unknown, toward hope, and toward the one name that had begun to echo through mutant history like a legend: Nathan.

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Meanwhile, on an interstate highway bound for New York—

A convoy of black, armored vehicles tore down the road.

Inside the lead vehicle sat Donald, the grizzled, cybernetically enhanced leader of Essex Corporation's private mercenary force. His right arm gleamed—a fully mechanical prosthetic designed for brutality. His face twisted with fury and anticipation.

"Found you." His voice was a growl. "No matter how deep you buried yourself, we found you."

He slammed a metal fist into the dashboard. "This time, I brought enough firepower to turn Manhattan upside down!"

"I'll capture you… and reclaim X-24!"

His voice rose, almost foaming with rage. "I swear it!"

He tightened his grip on the thermos in his hand, so fiercely that hot water spurted from the lid and splashed against the window.

Outside, the convoy raced past road signs.

Next stop: New York.

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Back in New York, beneath Nathan's home—

The cold light of the basement lab buzzed quietly. On a reinforced metal table, Norman Osborn—also known as the Green Goblin—lay restrained.

He groaned, beginning to stir.

Nathan stood nearby, calmly inspecting a glowing vial in his gloved hands. Through a combination of biochemical interrogation and subtle neural pressure, he had extracted the Goblin's most valuable secret: the formula for the Green Goblin's human enhancement serum.

Not that Nathan had any intention of using it on himself.

The Goblin serum, like the infamous Super Soldier Serum, pushed human physiology beyond its limits. But Nathan's body had already been enhanced by an improved super soldier formula—he had no room left for physical growth. The Green Goblin's cocktail couldn't take him any further.

But he hadn't taken it for himself.

Nathan's true goal was to analyze it, deconstruct it, and use it to do something no one else had dared.

Cure Norman Osborn.

He wanted to eliminate the Goblin persona entirely and restore Norman to his original self—a brilliant businessman, a scientific visionary. Someone who could be incredibly useful.

Nathan had no interest in managing Osborn Industries directly. It was a means to an end: a tool to gather resources, influence, and funding for his greater plans.

He needed a CEO. A face. A loyal and competent steward.

And no one fit that role better than the original Norman.

Helping Norman purge the Goblin identity would also bind him in loyalty—a favor so great it could never be repaid. Nathan would have a trusted asset and a corporate genius at his disposal.

He glanced at the vial again. The formula shimmered faintly in the light.

"There's more than one way to make use of a monster," Nathan murmured.

On the table, Norman's eyes fluttered open. He looked up at Nathan, groggy but aware. "This… this serum is useless for someone like you," he muttered, voice rough.

Nathan shrugged. "It's not for me."

Norman blinked. "It can only be used once. You've already been enhanced. Why would you want it?"

Nathan's gaze was calm. "Because I'm going to cure you."

The Goblin persona twitched beneath Norman's eyes, sneering. "You think you can optimize my formula? Do you have any idea how long it took to develop? Decades of research. Blood. Genius. Even Tony Stark wouldn't dare touch it!"

He laughed, a cracked, mad cackle. "You think you can eliminate me? You'll need twenty years!"

Nathan simply said, "Oh."

Then he turned and walked away.

Norman blinked in confusion. "Wait—what? That's it?!"

The Goblin inside him howled with frustration. That calm, dismissive indifference—it was unbearable. Worse than anger. Worse than threats.

He was being ignored.

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Elsewhere in the house, Nathan was already in front of his private trading terminal.

All night, he had worked both in science and in finance. As dawn approached, he reviewed the final tally with satisfaction.

He had secured 51% of Osborn Corporation's shares.

Absolute control. Majority ownership.

He didn't yet have the 67% needed to override every board decision, but that didn't matter—for now. He controlled the company.

And today, he would make it official.

He would become the owner, controller, and unseen ruler of one of the most powerful tech companies in the world.

All before breakfast.

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Morning.

Sunlight flooded the city skyline, casting golden rays across Manhattan. Nathan stepped outside, dressed sharply, a determined expression on his face.

Today wasn't just the day he took over Osborn Industries.

Today was the day he would acquire the Spider ability.

His fight with Rhino the night before had only strengthened his resolve. Despite the victory, Nathan knew his defenses were still too reliant on gadgets. He needed a second layer of survivability—something innate. Something biological.

And Spider abilities were exactly that.

Super agility. Wall crawling. Danger sense. Strength, stamina, reflexes.

He would become more than a soldier. More than a scientist. More than a man.

He would become something that even gods feared to challenge.

With a gleam in his eyes, he slid behind the wheel of his car.

VROOM!

The engine roared, and the vehicle peeled out of the driveway.

His voice was calm, but his eyes burned with anticipation.

"Extraordinary Spider… here I come."

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