I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 82: Eliminating Magneto's Resentment?

"Charles—"

Magneto lay on the ground and saw his old friend.

At this point, he had lost his former kingly demeanor.

He looked extremely disheveled.

But the resentment and anger surging in his eyes still alarmed Charles.

"Eric, do you still think you're right?"

"Look at everything His Holiness the Pope has done."

We were all wrong.

"Perhaps only His Holiness the Pope represents the true future of mutants."

Charles looked at Eric with a complicated expression.

"Ha!" "The future is entirely in our own hands."

"My future will not end unless you kill me."

Eric's eyes were incredibly sharp.

"Let's take him with us."

Charles gestured to the X-Men behind him to take Eric with them.

He had already figured out how to deal with Eric.

His longtime friend couldn't bear to see Eric die like that.

Then let's erase his memory.

Only by eliminating Eric's resentment and implanting new memories can we achieve this.

That would be a completely new person.

Eric might even become a major asset to the X-Men.

This way, even if Pope Ye Feng has any other ideas later, he can still keep him in check.

This is Charles's truest thought.

The future of mutants is uncertain because Ye Feng is driving the rise of the superhumans.

Many hidden supernatural forces are gradually coming to the surface.

With various forces at play, he had to make some plans.

Downstairs at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

"Charles, are you really going to do this?"

Even if you have the most powerful brain in the world.

"But the risks of doing so remain extremely high."

Hank McCoy looked at Charles with worry in his eyes.

Charles's actions are tantamount to reshaping a completely new personality in someone else's mind.

This is a very large-scale project.

He didn't think Charles could handle it.

"I had no other choice."

"Only in this way can we save Eric's life."

"At the same time, expose the mastermind behind it all."

Charles's eyes were resolute; he had already made up his mind.

Inside the underground safe house, Eric was restrained by Jean Grey and strapped to a bed board.

"Charles, what do you want to do?"

A bad feeling welled up in Eric's heart.

It was as if something was about to happen to him.

"I just want us to have a fresh start."

Charles sighed.

They then followed the beast to the location of the brainwave enhancement machine.

It is very difficult to remove all resentment from a person while preserving their whole personality.

Even Charles needed a brainwave enhancement machine to accomplish such a massive undertaking.

The air was thick with the cold, metallic scent of metal. Charles sat in the center of that oddly shaped instrument, like a navigator about to embark on an unknown voyage.

Countless sophisticated sensors were attached to his temples, amplifying his mental power to the extent to which he could peer into and reshape the breadth and depth of a soul.

"Hank, let's begin."

Charles's voice sounded unusually calm in the empty, secret room, but the beasts who knew him well could hear the resolute determination and a hint of barely perceptible unease hidden beneath that calm.

Hank McCoy gave his old friend a complicated look, and finally typed the start command into the console.

A deep hum sounded, and the brainwave enhancement machine began to operate. A ghostly blue light flowed inside the machine, illuminating Charles's face like a god, yet with a touch of eeriness.

Charles's consciousness, like a whale breaking free from physical constraints, instantly plunged into the sea of ​​his mind, a place he knew intimately yet always held in awe of.

His target was clear: Eric Lansheer, the consciousness that was violently fluctuating like the core of a storm, inside the underground safe house.

Inside the safe house, Magneto, who was tightly bound, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He felt a vast, gentle yet incredibly firm will surging in like a warm tide, trying to penetrate every corner of his consciousness.

This feeling was all too familiar to him!

"Charles!!"

"What do you want to do? Erase my thoughts? Like erasing chalk marks from a blackboard?!"

Eric roared in fury on a spiritual level. His mental strength was already formidable, and now, under the extreme anger and humiliation, it transformed into an unbreakable barrier.

It is filled with a sharp metallic texture and destructive magnetic storm energy.

"No, Eric, I'm here to save you."

"Your resentment, your obsession, has been dragging you and all of us step by step into the abyss. I need to erase that resentment, those memories, and preserve the real you—"

Charles's voice resonated on a spiritual level, gentle yet undeniable.

"The real me?"

"The real me is shaped by these hatreds and experiences! Charles, you're always so self-righteous! Do you think you're God? That you can arbitrarily define the existence of others?!"

Eric's consciousness emitted a sharp, cold laugh.

Two powerful mental forces collided fiercely in an invisible dimension.

Charles's consciousness, like warm sunlight, attempted to melt the hard, cold glacier surrounding Eric's consciousness, formed by pain, betrayal, and decades of struggle.

Eric's resistance, however, was like the deepest, most ancient ice within a glacier, sharp and resolute, willing to shatter into pieces.

This is an extremely dangerous tug-of-war.

Charles carefully guided his own power, trying to bypass the sharpest resistance and find the relatively peaceful part of Eric's consciousness that was not completely consumed by resentment.

He saw the scene of his first encounter with Eric in the bar when he was young, he saw their shared ideal of fighting for the future of mutants, and he saw—the deep-seated warmth towards family and companions.

However, Eric's core consciousness, the defense system built from countless painful experiences, was far more deeply rooted than Charles had anticipated.

As he tried to peel away those dark memories and emotions, he found himself pulling on an invisible yet incredibly resilient net.

Each tug not only provokes a more intense resistance from Eric, but also allows subtle fragments of Eric's essential thoughts and emotional energy to seep into his own consciousness like a virus, following the tendrils of his mind.

It was a cold, hard feeling, full of a desire for control and a destructive impulse.

Charles felt his mind occasionally drift to thoughts that were not his own: a yearning for absolute power, impatience with indecisiveness, and a profound doubt about human nature.

"Damn it! Charles's heart rate and brainwave activity are showing abnormal fluctuations!"

Outside the sealed room, Hank stared anxiously at the monitor screen.

He saw fine beads of sweat on Charles's forehead, his brow furrowed, and his body even began to tremble slightly.

"Charles! Stop! This is too dangerous!"

Hank shouted into the communicator.

But Charles was already unable to stop.

He had gone too far; Eric's aggressive and rebellious spiritual core was like a giant vortex, firmly pulling him in.

His originally planned precise surgery has now devolved into a life-or-death struggle on a psychological level.

"I must—finish—"

Charles told himself that he had gathered all his mental strength and launched a final assault, aiming directly at the darkest and most obsessive parts of Eric's memory.

The horrors of the concentration camps, the death of my daughter, the repeated betrayals of humanity—"Get out of my head, Charles!!"

Eric let out a final roar, like a wounded beast, transforming all his resentment and defiance into a mental spike that slammed into Charles's consciousness!

"boom!"

In Charles's mental perception, it was as if a silent explosion had occurred.

He succeeded; he felt the most intense and dangerous resentment in Eric's consciousness begin to crumble like an iceberg being shattered.

At the same time, he also felt a dark torrent mixed with Eric's most primal personality traits and fragmented memories, surging into his mind along the brief but complete mental connection between them!

"Ugh!"

Charles let out a suppressed cry of pain from the brainwave enhancement machine, and suddenly opened his eyes, his face as pale as paper.

His eyes were filled with exhaustion, and a hint of coldness that he himself was unaware of.

The connection was forcibly severed.

Inside the safe house, the sharpness and resentment in Eric's eyes receded like the tide, leaving only a blank look. He looked around in confusion, as if wondering why he was in this place.

In the deepest recesses of Charles's consciousness, in a shadowy corner that even he himself could hardly reach, something changed Eric Lansheer's emotions and values, and perhaps some resentment.

These elements, along with Charles's immense inner strength, his repressed frustrations, and his deep anxieties about the future of mutants, began to undergo a kind of unknown fusion and transformation.

A nascent consciousness, containing the qualities and power of both, was quietly taking shape without Charles's own awareness.

It lies dormant, waiting for a certain opportunity, for enough strength and the right time, to break through the soil.

Hank rushed into the secret room and helped the weakened Charles up: "Charles! How are you?"

Charles rubbed his throbbing temples and forced a smile. "I—I'm fine. Eric—how is he?"

"He—he seemed to have forgotten most things, and looked very calm."

"Are you really okay? You look terrible."

Hank replied, looking at his old friend with concern.

"I'm just a little tired."

Charles closed his eyes, feeling the unusually heavy weight in his mind, attributing it to the overwhelming mental surgery he had undergone.

Unbeknownst to him, by believing he had saved his old friend and eliminated a threat, he had planted a far more terrifying bomb deep within his own soul.