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It felt like a scene straight out of the X-Men universe.
Magneto unleashed a torrent of attacks, manipulating every piece of metal and debris within his reach using his magnetic powers.
In contrast, Roger merely sighed, ignoring the effects of the magnetic field as he cut through the wave of metal and junk in a straight, unwavering line.
In the blink of an eye, Magneto saw his formidable wall torn apart, leaving a gaping hole.
Before he could react, Roger was already in front of him, gripping his neck.
"You just never learn, Erik. You can't beat me."
Roger leaned in closer as he spoke.
Under absolute power, the result was inevitable no matter how many times they fought.
Erik simply wasn't Roger's match. Even if he reversed the entire Earth's magnetic field, it wouldn't make a difference.
On a physical level, Roger was practically a God. No matter how many abilities mortals possessed, they couldn't rival a god.
Though it sounded like the boast of a villain, it was an undeniable fact.
"You bastard! You'll never stop me!"
Erik roared in defiance, his bloodshot eyes blazing with fury and sorrow. His face turned red from the rush of blood, a testament to his overwhelming emotions.
Even without mind-reading powers, Roger could sense Erik's anguish, rage, and despair.
Learning that he was a character in a fictional movie world must have dealt a heavy blow.
His life, his tragedies, and everything he held dear were nothing more than drama crafted for the entertainment of an audience.
Erik wasn't subjected to these sufferings because he was a mutant but because he was Magneto, a pivotal villain in the early parts of the X-Men series.
As a villain, he had to endure an exceptionally tragic backstory to justify his descent into darkness.
The deaths of his parents, the loss of his family—everything served a singular purpose: to make the plot more dramatic.
Knowing this shattered Erik's worldview entirely. His mind could focus on only one thought:
Find the director—or the screenwriter—and demand answers.
Then decide whether to kill them or force them to rewrite his story to resurrect his wife and daughter.
"Erik, I understand how you feel," Roger said softly.
"What could you possibly understand?!" Erik bellowed at Roger.
"I might understand more than you think," Roger said, lowering his voice. "Because it's entirely possible that my own experiences are nothing more than someone else's story! Is that enough of a reason for you?"
"…"
Erik froze, momentarily speechless.
Though their circumstances were different, Roger's experience after crossing worlds was eerily similar.
From encountering Andrea to searching for Infinity Stones, everything seemed orchestrated for the sake of some ultimate script.
However, unlike Erik, Roger had a laid-back attitude. He had gained powers far beyond ordinary people and always maintained a cheerful outlook.
Even if he lost his abilities, he could consider it as having played an incredibly immersive VR game.
But he knew such reasoning wouldn't resonate with Erik.
Speaking from Erik's perspective, Roger said sincerely,
"Using violence to achieve your goals might work, but what comes after? Even if you find the director of the X-Men movies, then what? Kill him? Force him to make a movie just for you?
"No matter the outcome, it won't give you what you want. I can guarantee that."
Killing the director might be easy, but creating a movie wasn't.
Writing a script, casting actors, and crafting a story acceptable to the audience while redefining Magneto's character—all of this was far more challenging than sharing fan art online.
Magneto wasn't just a fan interpretation but an official character entrenched in fans' minds. Changing that perception wouldn't be easy.
As Roger's words rang out like a thunderclap, Erik's sense of reason slowly began to return. His lips trembled, his face contorted with struggle, and finally, he said,
"…Let me go."
"Calmed down?"
"I'll go with you," Erik said reluctantly.
Roger released him and stepped back.
Coughing and gasping for air, Erik held his neck and glared at Roger. "I hope you have a reasonable explanation for all of this."
"You'll get one. Let's head to my base."
Roger smiled and turned to lead the way.
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Meanwhile, at Roger's base, it was bustling with activity.
Green screens were being set up everywhere. Famous directors and screenwriters had been invited, and prominent actors were already lined up.
All of this served a single purpose: to bring Luna's character designs to the screen.
Roger hadn't awakened any new powers yet, but one of his abilities had undeniably strengthened—his regenerative capabilities.
Roger had tested it himself: under normal circumstances, his recovery speed depended on his exposure to sunlight or his ability to replenish energy after severe damage.
But now, after returning and gaining new "Settings" from Luna, his regeneration had significantly improved.
Not only did sunlight boost his recovery, but eating food and drinking water also restored his stamina and strength.
This alone suggested that Luna's character designs indeed influenced him.
Thus, under the full operation of national resources, a "Man-Made Superman" project was launched to prepare for a potential apocalyptic crisis.
The plan was to adapt Luna's designs into movies, anime, comics, radio dramas, and novels—creating a multifaceted Superman aligned with Roger's personality and abilities.
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When Erik arrived at Roger's base, he was stunned by the sight of the green screens, busy crew, and equipment. Bewildered, he asked,
"Are you sure this is your base and not some film studio?"
"There's a reason for all of this. You'll understand soon."
Roger scanned the room and spotted Luna engrossed in her sketches. Walking over, he asked,
"Have you decided how to adapt it?"
"Huh? Not yet." Luna, munching on a donut, looked up and said, "The higher-ups couldn't wait any longer, so they decided, why not do it all?"
"What?"
"Movies, anime, comics… even radio dramas and novels. They want to cover everything to create a character that perfectly embodies your traits and powers. That's what our overseer said."
Roger's lips twitched. "Why the sudden decision? Everything was fine before I left to find Erik."
"Maybe Erik's arrival convinced them that you were telling the truth," Luna guessed.
Erik had caused chaos in Germany, rendering humanity's advanced weaponry useless before his powers.
This sight likely pushed the higher-ups to action, deciding to go all-in with a multi-pronged approach to develop a flawless Superman figure.
"Is this Erik? He looks just like the actor," Luna remarked, turning to the real Magneto.
Roger introduced them, "Yes, this is Erik, Magneto. Erik, this is Luna."
He added, "In a way, she's my creator."
"...."
"Eh, creator is a bit much," Luna replied with a grin.
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Glancing at Erik, he warned, "Erik, I know you're upset and have your own plans, but I expect you to stay quiet here. If you cause any trouble, I won't go easy on you."
"Is that a warning?" Erik asked.
"Take it as a threat. I'm serious."
Erik held his neck, still sore from earlier, and nodded. "Understood. I've no intention of fighting you again."
With that assurance, Roger finally felt at ease.
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