The White Queen stared at the unmoving line of cars ahead, her fury rising like a fire. She was moments away from using her powers to force the entire street to make way for her.
Logan looked at her biting her nails with frustration and said, "Stay in the car."
The White Queen looked on in confusion as Logan stepped out.
Then, an astonishing sight unfolded—Logan casually lifted their car with his bare hands.
Instantly, the honking from all the nearby vehicles ceased. Drivers craned their necks to get a glimpse of the muscular man.
"That's Wolverine!"
"Uncle Logan is so cool!"
"That must be the White Queen in the car!"
Screams of excitement erupted around them.
Nowadays, the two were celebrities—especially the White Queen, who had her own social media account titled "Sweet Daily Life with Little Wolf."
Logan nodded nonchalantly and started running full speed while carrying the car, attracting countless stares.
Some mutants even followed his lead, hoisting their cars and sprinting forward as well.
The destination: The Demon King's Grand Opera House.A magnificent structure of black and gold design, it floated majestically on the ocean, exuding grandeur and awe.
The opera house had been funded by a coalition of mutants and was personally designed by Magneto. A mobile, disassembling world-class theater, it served as a tribute to the Demon King himself—and could accommodate up to five million spectators.
"Please enter in an orderly fashion. There's still time, so no need to rush,"
Hundreds of "Clone Men" served as ticket collectors at the many entrances. Though sweating from the nonstop activity, each one wore a cheerful expression.
Among the crowd, various other mutants helped enthusiastically.
Juggernaut's entire body was swarmed with children. The little ones treated him like a playground mountain, climbing over him with joy.
"Whose kids are these? Please take them back,"
Juggernaut said helplessly, though he still held the children gently, afraid they might fall.
"Sorry, those are mine."
"And mine too."
"This one's my daughter."
Parents gathered around to take pictures of their kids playing on Juggernaut before taking them back.
But the pattern kept repeating.
Because of Juggernaut's fearless, invincible presence on the battlefield, a rumor had begun to spread: children who climbed on him would grow up to be strong and healthy.
As a result, his fanbase consisted largely of parents.
In such large crowds, accidents were inevitable.
"Where's my Fanny? Has anyone seen my daughter?"
Amid the bustling crowd, a couple turned their heads for just a moment while scanning their tickets—and their daughter was gone.
"Don't worry. Please give us one of her personal items. We'll find her right away."
A Clone Man quickly split off a body to handle the matter. Professor X had long ago developed contingency plans for such situations. Pressing on his earpiece, the clone said:
"Rescue Team, head to Channel 23. Task type: child search."
"Roger that. Ink Mark en route."
Less than a minute later, a man with a ponytail appeared at the scene.
"Do you have the item?"
"Of course."
The Clone Man handed him the child's drool bib.
"Leave it to me."
Ink Mark offered the anxious couple a slightly stiff smile, then removed his shirt, revealing a body covered in tattoos.
The wolf tattoo on his stomach began to shift and move—struggling to emerge. In moments, it transformed into a giant wolf the size of a grown man.
"Oh my god!"
The couple jumped in fright at the supernatural sight.
Ink Mark held the bib up to the wolf's nose and said,
"Find her. Bring her back safe."
The giant wolf sniffed, dug its claws into the ground, and vanished like a shadow into the distance.
The couple stared up at the sky, their eyes filled with hope.
Moments later, the wolf returned.
It had a middle-aged man in its jaws and a little girl riding its back.
"Help! Don't eat me!" the man wailed, absolutely terrified—his pants soaked with fear.
"Hee hee! Big dog! Big dog!" the little girl giggled as she held onto the wolf's fur, having the time of her life.
The couple rushed forward, forgetting their fear of the beast and quickly scooped their daughter into their arms.
"Big dog! I want the big dog! Waaaah…"
The little girl sobbed as she clung to the wolf.
The creature returned to Ink Mark's body, merging back into the tattoo on his skin.
Ink Mark grabbed the trembling middle-aged man off the ground and said coldly, "You've got guts—trying this here, of all places."
The man begged for mercy, "Please… I was just being greedy. I wasn't thinking straight."
He had planned to use the chaos of the massive event to steal just one more time—but had been caught almost instantly. If only he'd let go of his greed.
Ever since the Demon King had unified the world, most criminals had either been executed, sent to labor reform, or had gone completely underground.
Ink Mark hadn't expected someone to dare cause trouble on the Demon King's turf.
He didn't say another word. One of his tattoos transformed into a serpent, which tightly bound the man's arms.
Dealing with criminals wasn't his job—so he simply got dressed and prepared to deliver the man to the authorities.
"Wait! Please tell us your name!"
Ink Mark looked at the couple, slightly surprised.
"I want the big dog…" the little girl whispered, staring at the tattoo of the wolf on his stomach.
"I'm Ink Mark," he said simply.
Though more minor incidents occurred—pickpocketing, children wandering off—everything was handled efficiently and without panic.
This grand event wasn't just for humans. Asgardians, Vanir, Dwarves, and Light Elves all arrived, guided by Tom, and were led into private VIP boxes reserved for guests of high status.
On stage, the lights began to shift and transform.
First to perform were dancers from China.
Clad in ornate Hanfu robes, their long sleeves flowed like water. With elegant classical music playing, they performed the "Dance of the Rainbow Feathered Garment", each movement light and graceful.
Next came African tribal warriors and dancers, showcasing a performance full of primal energy.
Their faces were painted with unique totems. Wearing colorful animal hides, they beat their drums with explosive rhythm—powerful, intense, and deeply tribal.
Even the Dwarves in the VIP boxes couldn't help but join in the dancing.
Then came Russia's ballet dancers, performing a classic selection from Swan Lake.
Female dancers in pure white tutus took to the stage, like a flock of swans gliding across water, radiating elegance and precision.
Quote of the Chapter:"Art is the one language where gods, monsters, and mortals all sit together and understand each other."
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