Magneto
At the moment Magneto unleashed his power—
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.
A shrill alarm cut through the air.
Nick Fury stormed into the combat command room.
"Can someone tell me what the hell just happened?"
Coulson tapped the tablet in his hand, transferring the feed to the massive screen. The image displayed Nak Island.
"Director, Magneto seems to be in a direct conflict with someone!"
"Zoom in!" Fury barked.
The feed tightened—but the island was engulfed in a dense magnetic field. Only the vague silhouette of Magneto floating above could be seen. The rest was obscured.
"Sir, the disturbance is on the east side of Nak Island, but if it escalates, the civilians in Nak Town will be in danger!"
Fury's expression darkened. "Then what are you waiting for? Get me Professor X—now!"
He knew S.H.I.E.L.D. alone couldn't handle Erik Lehnsherr. Not without escalating to weapons of mass destruction—an option far too risky. This only reinforced his urgency to create a specialized emergency team.
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Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
In the middle of a lecture, Charles Xavier suddenly fell silent. His gaze shifted toward the doorway a moment before Hank McCoy—Beast—entered, slightly out of breath.
"Professor, it's Magneto. There's trouble."
Minutes later, the X-Jet lifted off from the mansion.
Inside, Storm gripped the controls tightly, her voice sharp.
"Damn it. The government's antidote through Jimmy clearly isn't reliable."
Jimmy—the boy whose presence could suppress mutant powers—had been living at the school ever since being rescued.
From the back, Logan growled around his cigar.
"I told you I should've gutted the brat. Would've saved us a world of pain."
Having lived since 1832, Wolverine was nearly two centuries old. His history with Magneto was bitter. Erik could manipulate the adamantium in his body like a puppet's strings, leaving Logan with nothing but scars and humiliation.
"Enough, Logan," Xavier said firmly. "Now is not the time. We need to focus on stopping Erik."
Hank adjusted his glasses, producing a plastic firearm from his pack.
"Should we… use this again?"
Logan shifted uncomfortably, giving the weapon a venomous glare.
"That thing's poison to me. Keep it away."
Hank shrugged. "It was left from the last conflict. I thought we might need it someday."
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Nak Island.
Xu Mo stood amid the swirling storm of twisted steel. Even he had to admit—Magneto's reputation was well-earned.
Though weakened, Erik still commanded the battlefield. With a sweep of his hand, countless fragments of metal fused into a gargantuan construct, its mass easily in the thousands of tons.
From above, Magneto sneered. "Let's see if you can withstand this."
Xu Mo remained calm. He knew Magneto's strength—and his weakness. Telekinesis alone might not overpower magnetism on a planetary scale. But Magneto's body, speed, and reflexes were all too human. And without carrying metal, Xu Mo had room to maneuver.
The real key was the helmet—the psychic shield forged originally by Sebastian Shaw, later adopted by Erik himself. Without it, Magneto was vulnerable.
Xu Mo raised his right hand toward the sky.
"You're celebrating too soon."
Magneto felt a sudden pressure against his mind. Alarmed, he hurled the massive construct downward—but he was a step too late.
The helmet itself began to shrink, compressing against his skull like an iron vise.
"What—impossible!" Magneto clawed at it, but the material was non-metallic by design. His powers offered no salvation.
Pain lanced through his head as Xu Mo tightened the telekinetic grip.
"Fine! You win!" Magneto shouted, his tone tight with suppressed rage. "We can… negotiate!"
Xu Mo's eyes hardened. "Negotiate with you? Don't make me laugh."
He increased the pressure. Magneto screamed as his consciousness slipped into blackness.
The magnetic field collapsed instantly. The towering metal construct plummeted, crashing into the sea with a thunderous splash. All remaining fragments rained down harmlessly.
Xu Mo used his power to lower Magneto's limp body in front of Emma Frost. With a flick of his hand, the warped helmet reformed, clattering to the ground.
"The rest is up to you," Xu Mo said calmly.