Reborn with Steve Stand-Chapter 852: Working with the Government?
In the end, Logan did not help Mǎyù Líng.
After all, his aim was to stop Fang Mo from fooling around—not to join these “sword girls” in their madness. He’d assumed Fang Mo was a pervert and the weapons had been forced into human form against their will; but now it was clear: he was the only victim here. This headache was just too terrible.
So, quite soon, he made an excuse, slammed the door, and left. As long as Fang Mo didn’t destroy the world, Logan couldn’t be bothered anymore.
“Master...my Master…”
Once Logan was gone, Mǎyù Líng, looking like a defeated golden retriever, dropped to her knees. “Damn it, I was here first...”
“Your master is lovely, but it’s too bad—he’s mine now.”
Near her, the black-haired girl with two swishing tails glanced over. She kept those tails looped around Fang Mo’s wrist and spoke flatly, “That’s how it goes. After all...our dear master just can’t resist messing around.”
“You conniving ‘prank-scythe!’”
Mǎyù Líng spat through gritted teeth, then cast Fang Mo a pitiful look. “Look at me, Master. I’m good at ‘biting lighters’...”
“…”
Fang Mo ignored her. He was busy examining the two catlike tails wrapped around his arm—both coming from that black-haired girl, aka the “prank-scythe.” Though her ears were black-furred, these tails were covered in dark fur that turned gemlike blue at the tips. Indeed, quite pretty.
But Fang Mo cared about more than appearance. That transparent, jewel-like azure reminded him of details on the scythe’s actual form.
He remembered that this scythe was forged from red garnet, pig iron, cobalt blue metal, and phosphorite, plus a healing magatama. Phosphorite’s characteristic was “accelerated crop growth,” garnet’s was “healing,” turning damage into equal healing. Add the healing magatama, and indeed she was “nobly healing.” And both the hell-mined cobalt metal and the world-mined phosphorite were bluish—especially phosphorite, which he’d once realized into reality as gemstone-grade, highly translucent and glossy. Exactly like the tail tips.
“Hmm…”
After pondering the tails a moment, Fang Mo turned his gaze on another girl. “Mǎ… Claimh Solais, come here a sec.”
“Huh?”
Not far away, the cat-eared girl in a nun’s outfit looked over at him. “What is it, Master?”
“Don’t move. Let me have a look.”
Fang Mo gently clasped her chin, turning it this way and that.
“What’re you doing, Master?”
She blinked, letting him manhandle her jaw. Suddenly, feigning realization, she pressed her hands together in front of her chest: “Ah, I see... Master is about to pray, right?”
“What?”
Laevatein, still gripping Fang Mo’s collar, was baffled. “He’s about to... open a sermon?”
“Aaah—”
The rainbow-haired girl let her head fall back dramatically.
“Cut it out!”
Fang Mo’s face darkened. He smacked the little rainbow-hair’s forehead. “I’m trying to do some serious study here!”
“Oh…”
the small one mumbled, covering her head.
With that silly moment ended, Fang Mo resumed scrutinizing the girl identified as the Light Sword’s human form. He focused on her eyes, which he found oddly familiar. A bright, piercing white with a faint bit of sky-blue—rather beautiful.
“Ego’s ‘light power,’ huh?”
Fang Mo realized at once. Indeed, she carried Ego’s power. In the original MCU, Star-Lord had that father-and-son “playing catch” scene with Ego, who used a glowing ball. This cat-eared “nun’s” eyes were reminiscent of that glow.
“Makes sense now.”
Seeing this, Fang Mo guessed each weapon’s human form retained traits of its original blade. Mǎyù Líng had subtle purple highlights in her hair; the scythe had those phosphorite-blue tails; the Light Sword had eyes reminiscent of Ego’s shining orb. The same presumably went for the others: Tethys’s tentacles, Laevatein’s Surtr-like “crown,” the Planet-Eater Shovel’s rainbow hair, and the Longbow of the Heavens’ galaxy-like halo.
He also noticed that the halo floating above the pink-haired girl’s head must be her bowstring.
“So they keep some weapon features,”
Fang Mo concluded, letting go of Claimh Solais. “If their physical forms reflect weapon traits, do those weapon abilities affect their bodies, too?”
The Light Sword apparently heard him.
“So Master was curious about that,”
she teased, blinking innocently. “In that case, does that mean Shizhenxiang also has her weapon traits?”
“…Huh?”
Fang Mo paused.
“I’d say so,”
Laevatein chimed in. “Check out that poop-brown hair and pee-colored eyes. Obvious, no?”
“Could you be any more revolting?”
the Planet-Eater Shovel said with a wrinkled nose, glaring at Laevatein.
“…”
Caught off-guard, Laevatein shrank back and kept quiet.
“Eheheh…”
the Light Sword chuckled mischievously, seeing Laevatein squirm. A small bump appeared behind her, swaying.
“What the hell?”
Fang Mo curiously lifted the nun’s habit. Underneath, there was a large, soft tail.
“Hmm?”
Fang Mo blinked. “A fox tail? Aren’t you a cat?”
“I’m pretty sure she’s a fox,”
Mǎyù Líng muttered from the floor. “She pretends to be all sweet, but she loves stirring trouble. Last time in the Celestial Realm, she almost scammed that Misha into crippling herself, Master—you remember?”
“Don’t call it ‘scamming!’
the Light Sword pleaded innocently. “She did that of her own free will. The holy light only guards her. You’re not jealous of the Ego energy in my stomach, are you?”
“Who’s jealous—”
“Both of you, enough.”
Fang Mo cut them off before an argument started, pressing a hand to his temple. “We were talking about Shizhenxiang, right? So can anyone tell me... how long has she been in the bathroom?”
“Over half an hour,”
Tethys raised a hand, pointing at the clock. “Is she okay? Maybe she has diarrhea?”
“Then you—”
Fang Mo wanted to ask someone to check, but then the bathroom door “creaked” open. All eyes turned to see Shizhenxiang poke her head out.
“Um, Boss.”
She sounded nervous, like a kid who broke something. “Where’s that golden toilet you had?”
“Probably left in the future,”
Fang Mo guessed. He frowned. “Why do you ask?”
“I...I sorta clogged the toilet….”
“Six.”
…
After everything was cleaned up, it was nearly midday. At that point, near the bathroom door of Fang Mo’s room, Logan emerged, grim-faced, holding a plunger.
“Are you insane?”
He snarled at Fang Mo, “That’s a toilet, not a damn ice-cream cone!”
“No, I—”
“Hold on, Logan—calm down!”
Hank [Beast] followed him out, wearing a gas mask. He patted Logan’s shoulder. “The mansion’s piping is old. It’s normal for things to get clogged sometimes—”
“Is that really just old plumbing?”
Logan snapped. “It was like a mountain in there! More than the entire school could produce in a year!”
“Spare me...”
Hank pressed a hand to his chest, looking nauseous.
“Remember that time at sea—”
Logan glared at Fang Mo, “You said you needed to poop, disappeared for eighteen whole years, then came back with some flimsy excuse? Now I see you were serious!”
“Stop accusing me, will you?”
Fang Mo finally lost his patience. “I said it wasn’t me!”
“Then who else?”
Logan countered.
“One of my weapons,”
Fang Mo tried to explain.
“Don’t give me that,”
Logan retorted. “You turned them into humans, but I asked ‘Little Smoke’—she said all the stuff they eat just disappears into thin air. None of them poop.”
“That’s different,”
Fang Mo rubbed his forehead. “She’s special.”
“How special can she be?”
Logan demanded.
“Others don’t need a bathroom, but she does,”
Fang Mo replied wryly. “She was literally forged out of excrement, y’know.”
Hank: “???”
Logan: “…”
Silence descended on Xavier’s School. Neither Hank nor Logan said another word. They simply finished the cleanup and left, as if they’d made up their minds about something.
“Guess I really do need another golden toilet…”
Fang Mo massaged his temples once they were gone. These “sword girls” were certainly nice to look at, but with them as his creations, each had a knack for disaster. If he let his guard down, they’d bring ruin to the entire world.
He shook his head and pulled out a gold ingot. Rummaging in Steve’s inventory, he couldn’t find any more black-hole magatama. So he took out a Void Chest.
This item was from the Railcraft mod—basically a garbage disposal. If it could destroy items, it could work in place of plumbing.
“Hmm…”
He carefully inspected the Void Chest’s structure, then used his gravity field to wrap gold around it. Having crafted a golden toilet before, it didn’t take him long to shape one again. This time it wouldn’t need any waterworks at all. The combination of a Void Chest inside a golden shell.
“Now I’m literally sh—ting on the void?”
He joked to himself, glancing at the golden “toilet.” Then, right as he considered testing it out, there came another knock on the door.
Knock knock knock.
He heard familiar voices: “…Mr. Fang Mo?”
“?”
Fang Mo was puzzled. He’d assumed it might be his troublemaking weapons returning, but they wouldn’t knock. So he opened the door.
Waiting outside were a handful of men in suits he recognized—probably the same agents from before.
“Oh, it’s you.”
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He recalled they were either FBI or CIA.
“Mr. Fang Mo.”
They spoke politely. “The President will appear on a broadcast this afternoon about clarifying mutants. He’d like you to join, maybe publicly announce that your X-Gene research institute is collaborating with the government. Are you free?”
“Well...”
“By the way,”
one agent cut in, “the President has already built that turbine power plant. If you like, you can bring Erik Lehnsherr along for the broadcast.”
“…Huh?”
