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Chapter 474: Magneto's Demise
"Where am I?"
Magneto dazedly opened his eyes. The salty sea breeze not only ruffled his hair but also entered his nose. Magneto frowned slightly as a fishy, foul smell, carried by the sea breeze, also invaded his nostrils.
It smelled like a slaughterhouse. After a few seconds, his line of sight gradually cleared, and he could finally see the scene around him. However, his first glance gave him a big shock.
Standing in front of Magneto was an unfamiliar young man he didn't recognize. Curly hair, a high nose bridge, and deep-set eye sockets made him look like an Indian. The person's expression was blank, his gaze unfocused, and his skin pale, hardly resembling a living human.
Magneto subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but he realized his hand had never been lowered. Because his hand was currently plunged into the young man's chest, and it was because of his hand as support that the corpse in front of him hadn't fallen.
Magneto felt a wave of dizziness and staggered backward. His right hand, plunged into the corpse's chest, was pulled out with a 'pu-ji' sound, a sound that was extremely disgusting.
The corpse, losing its support, fell forward. But the corpse had only just tilted forward when it fell backward at an even faster speed, crashing to the ground with a thud.
While staggering, Magneto's right hand groped backward, and finally, he seemed to touch something very cold and hard. Weak and powerless, he bent his knees and sat directly on the cold thing.
It was a throne made entirely of metal. Only the main body of the throne was intact, looking perfectly natural, as if it had been born that way. However, the symbol on the back of the throne was tattered. An 'X' composed of countless metal fragments of varying sizes rhythmically circled it like rings around a celestial body.
His right hand, covered in fresh blood, hung down powerlessly. Magneto used his left hand to cover his head and asked the question again.
"Where am I?"
"Boom!"
Astonishing lightning struck down from the air, landing not far from Magneto. This startled him awake. Magneto subconsciously looked up, and the scene he saw made his expression change.
It could only be described as corpses strewn across the battlefield. Dozens of corpses were like a road, stretching from the end of the island to the throne he was sitting on.
"This is... what I did?" Magneto's sound trembled, almost squeezed out from his throat.
'We did it.'
A familiar sound suddenly rang out. Magneto froze on the spot. This sound was far more jarring to him than the thunder just now, because the owner of that sound was someone who should have died long ago.
Magneto mechanically turned his head. What entered his eyes was that very conspicuous bald head. The person was his long-missed best friend, Professor X, Charles Francis Xavier, whom he had personally killed.
"Charles?" Magneto was shocked. "Why? You should have died long ago?"
'Yes, physiologically, I am indeed as dead as can be.' Professor X raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and drew a line from left to right across his chest. Then, following suit, he drew a line from right to left, forming a large 'X'.
'You used the car hood of my favorite car to sever my body. Truly bad taste, Max. To be honest, I felt pain in my heart and body at that time.'
"Then how did you come back to life? I clearly watched you get buried with my own eyes."
Magneto simply couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not only was Charles killed by his own hand, but he had also personally buried him, burying him in the center of Floating Island. He visited almost every month, and it was impossible for someone to dig out his corpse without him knowing.
'That's because I haven't truly 'come back to life' in the real sense, Max.' Professor X spread out his hands. 'Haven't you noticed anything different about me now compared to the past?'
Hearing Professor X say this, Magneto could only suppress the shock in his heart and carefully sized up his old friend. Almost at first glance, he noticed the blind spot.
"You're standing?" Magneto widened his eyes.
'That's right.' Professor X chuckled. 'I am now just a spirit body, so of course, I no longer need to be constrained by the physical body. However, I can only reside in your brain.'
"In my brain..." Magneto looked blankly at what was in front of him. In his 'perspective,' Professor X was indeed standing in front of him, but in reality, there were only a few seagulls standing on a corpse, dividing and eating it.
'At the same time you killed me, my spirit, facing the great threat of death, used mental impact on you.' Professor X slowly walked towards Magneto's direction.
'Originally, I wanted to shut down your brain before you killed me, but you struck too hard. The immense pain, coupled with blood loss, made me unable to use that level of spirit attack.'
Professor X waved his hand, and the small island located in the center of the sea disappeared. When Magneto regained his consciousness, he had already appeared in a town, the very town where he killed Professor X.
Following Professor X's guidance, Magneto saw a scene he would never forget in his life. It was the scene of when he killed Professor X.
The Professor X, who was incredibly kind in the eyes of outsiders, now had a ferocious face. He was currently sitting on a sedan chair made of living dead humans. Some of those living dead replaced his originally immobile foot, while others surged like waves, like celestial gods, floating in the air, around Magneto.
'Of course, this is also inseparable from the help of my good student, Jean.' Professor X pointed again to a red-haired girl in the original battlefield. That was Jean Grey at the time. If it weren't for Jean, Magneto wouldn't have even been able to approach Professor X.
Magneto covered his forehead. He remembered that his brain did receive a heavy strike before Professor X died, but afterward, because nothing happened, he didn't pay much attention to it. It must have been at that time that Professor X infiltrated his brain.
'It's just as you think.' Professor X clapped his hands in the surprised expression of Magneto. 'Don't be so surprised. I told you, I am now in your brain. We can even say we are one person now, so I naturally know what you are thinking.'
"What exactly do you want to do, Charles?" Magneto lowered his left hand, stood up, and walked towards Professor X. His expression became firm again. "Why are you manipulating me to kill these people?"
'Manipulating you?' Professor X seemed to have heard the funniest joke. Then he laughed out loud. That distorted expression was nothing like the Charles that Magneto knew.
"Haven't you noticed yet, Max?" Professor X wiped his moist eyes, wiping away the tears that were produced, whether from laughter or some other emotion.
In Magneto's puzzlement gaze, Charles slowly declared.
'We are already dead, Max.'
'What?'
While puzzled, Magneto subconsciously turned his head and found that on the throne he had left, there was still a person sitting. That person was wearing armor composed of red and purple. The left hand of the suit, with gloves like talons, was supporting his head, sitting lazily on the throne.
Another breeze blew by, and Magneto and Professor X disappeared without a trace, like a mirage...
(End of Chapter)
"Where am I?"
Magneto dazedly opened his eyes. The salty sea breeze not only ruffled his hair but also entered his nose. Magneto frowned slightly as a fishy, foul smell, carried by the sea breeze, also invaded his nostrils.
It smelled like a slaughterhouse. After a few seconds, his line of sight gradually cleared, and he could finally see the scene around him. However, his first glance gave him a big shock.
Standing in front of Magneto was an unfamiliar young man he didn't recognize. Curly hair, a high nose bridge, and deep-set eye sockets made him look like an Indian. The person's expression was blank, his gaze unfocused, and his skin pale, hardly resembling a living human.
Magneto subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but he realized his hand had never been lowered. Because his hand was currently plunged into the young man's chest, and it was because of his hand as support that the corpse in front of him hadn't fallen.
Magneto felt a wave of dizziness and staggered backward. His right hand, plunged into the corpse's chest, was pulled out with a 'pu-ji' sound, a sound that was extremely disgusting.
The corpse, losing its support, fell forward. But the corpse had only just tilted forward when it fell backward at an even faster speed, crashing to the ground with a thud.
While staggering, Magneto's right hand groped backward, and finally, he seemed to touch something very cold and hard. Weak and powerless, he bent his knees and sat directly on the cold thing.
It was a throne made entirely of metal. Only the main body of the throne was intact, looking perfectly natural, as if it had been born that way. However, the symbol on the back of the throne was tattered. An 'X' composed of countless metal fragments of varying sizes rhythmically circled it like rings around a celestial body.
His right hand, covered in fresh blood, hung down powerlessly. Magneto used his left hand to cover his head and asked the question again.
"Where am I?"
"Boom!"
Astonishing lightning struck down from the air, landing not far from Magneto. This startled him awake. Magneto subconsciously looked up, and the scene he saw made his expression change.
It could only be described as corpses strewn across the battlefield. Dozens of corpses were like a road, stretching from the end of the island to the throne he was sitting on.
"This is... what I did?" Magneto's sound trembled, almost squeezed out from his throat.
'We did it.'
A familiar sound suddenly rang out. Magneto froze on the spot. This sound was far more jarring to him than the thunder just now, because the owner of that sound was someone who should have died long ago.
Magneto mechanically turned his head. What entered his eyes was that very conspicuous bald head. The person was his long-missed best friend, Professor X, Charles Francis Xavier, whom he had personally killed.
"Charles?" Magneto was shocked. "Why? You should have died long ago?"
'Yes, physiologically, I am indeed as dead as can be.' Professor X raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and drew a line from left to right across his chest. Then, following suit, he drew a line from right to left, forming a large 'X'.
'You used the car hood of my favorite car to sever my body. Truly bad taste, Max. To be honest, I felt pain in my heart and body at that time.'
"Then how did you come back to life? I clearly watched you get buried with my own eyes."
Magneto simply couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not only was Charles killed by his own hand, but he had also personally buried him, burying him in the center of Floating Island. He visited almost every month, and it was impossible for someone to dig out his corpse without him knowing.
'That's because I haven't truly 'come back to life' in the real sense, Max.' Professor X spread out his hands. 'Haven't you noticed anything different about me now compared to the past?'
Hearing Professor X say this, Magneto could only suppress the shock in his heart and carefully sized up his old friend. Almost at first glance, he noticed the blind spot.
"You're standing?" Magneto widened his eyes.
'That's right.' Professor X chuckled. 'I am now just a spirit body, so of course, I no longer need to be constrained by the physical body. However, I can only reside in your brain.'
"In my brain..." Magneto looked blankly at what was in front of him. In his 'perspective,' Professor X was indeed standing in front of him, but in reality, there were only a few seagulls standing on a corpse, dividing and eating it.
'At the same time you killed me, my spirit, facing the great threat of death, used mental impact on you.' Professor X slowly walked towards Magneto's direction.
'Originally, I wanted to shut down your brain before you killed me, but you struck too hard. The immense pain, coupled with blood loss, made me unable to use that level of spirit attack.'
Professor X waved his hand, and the small island located in the center of the sea disappeared. When Magneto regained his consciousness, he had already appeared in a town, the very town where he killed Professor X.
Following Professor X's guidance, Magneto saw a scene he would never forget in his life. It was the scene of when he killed Professor X.
The Professor X, who was incredibly kind in the eyes of outsiders, now had a ferocious face. He was currently sitting on a sedan chair made of living dead humans. Some of those living dead replaced his originally immobile foot, while others surged like waves, like celestial gods, floating in the air, around Magneto.
'Of course, this is also inseparable from the help of my good student, Jean.' Professor X pointed again to a red-haired girl in the original battlefield. That was Jean Grey at the time. If it weren't for Jean, Magneto wouldn't have even been able to approach Professor X.
Magneto covered his forehead. He remembered that his brain did receive a heavy strike before Professor X died, but afterward, because nothing happened, he didn't pay much attention to it. It must have been at that time that Professor X infiltrated his brain.
'It's just as you think.' Professor X clapped his hands in the surprised expression of Magneto. 'Don't be so surprised. I told you, I am now in your brain. We can even say we are one person now, so I naturally know what you are thinking.'
"What exactly do you want to do, Charles?" Magneto lowered his left hand, stood up, and walked towards Professor X. His expression became firm again. "Why are you manipulating me to kill these people?"
'Manipulating you?' Professor X seemed to have heard the funniest joke. Then he laughed out loud. That distorted expression was nothing like the Charles that Magneto knew.
"Haven't you noticed yet, Max?" Professor X wiped his moist eyes, wiping away the tears that were produced, whether from laughter or some other emotion.
In Magneto's puzzlement gaze, Charles slowly declared.
'We are already dead, Max.'
'What?'
While puzzled, Magneto subconsciously turned his head and found that on the throne he had left, there was still a person sitting. That person was wearing armor composed of red and purple. The left hand of the suit, with gloves like talons, was supporting his head, sitting lazily on the throne.
Another breeze blew by, and Magneto and Professor X disappeared without a trace, like a mirage...
(End of Chapter)
