Marvel: My Eyes Defies Fate.

"You want to be a hero? Are you kidding me?"

Magneto stared at Kurogai in disbelief. It took him a moment to process the words. A headache pounded behind his eyes.

This man—those eerie heterochromatic eyes, the merciless way he ended lives, the blood on his hands—he had long since crossed the line of villainy. In fact, he might've killed more people than Magneto himself. And now he stood there, cloaked in righteousness, claiming he wanted to be a hero?

(He doesn't know about the Krees, But he knows about what happened to Hydra...)

Magneto scoffed.

"Enough. Whatever game you're playing, it's clear you're not here to cooperate," he said coldly. "If that's the case, then you leave me no choice. Sabretooth, finish him!"

With a commanding roar, Magneto unleashed his power. The metal bars around Kurogai lashed out, binding his limbs tightly. A long, jagged metal spear formed behind him, launching forward to pierce his heart.

Sabretooth lunged at the same time, claws like curved blades, aiming straight for Kurogai's chest.

Magneto had prepared for this. Ever since learning Kurogai's identity, he knew the man was a threat. The reputation of those eyes preceded him, and Magneto wasn't foolish enough to leave anything to chance.

Everything was calculated. Swift and lethal.

And yet—

The metal spear passed clean through Kurogai's chest.

Sabretooth's body flew right through him, stumbling and crashing to the ground as if Kurogai hadn't even been there.

Magneto's eyes widened.

"A space-type ability?" he muttered, stunned.

Kurogai exhaled quietly, his playful expression gone. His face had returned to calm, eyes glowing with a sinister crimson light.

Mangekyō Sharingan – Kamui.

Activated.

"I gave you the benefit of the doubt," Kurogai said, stepping forward. The metal restraints fell uselessly from his limbs. "I wasn't planning to kill you. But now… I've changed my mind."

Magneto's jaw clenched.

"Damn it. Die!"

Metal surged from every direction at his command, spears and blades forming mid-air and firing like missiles at Kurogai. But every piece passed harmlessly through him, as though he were made of smoke and shadow.

"Sabretooth!" Magneto shouted in desperation.

Sabretooth leapt forward again—only to freeze mid-motion.

Kurogai barely glanced over his shoulder. That was all it took.

Sabretooth's eyes rolled back. He slumped to the floor in a deep sleep.

"You—You used mental manipulation?"

Magneto gritted his teeth. A power that rendered all attacks useless was dangerous enough, but psychic abilities? That made things worse.

Still, he didn't panic.

He tapped the side of his helmet—his custom-built protection against psychic interference. Professor X himself hadn't been able to penetrate it. As long as he could think, he could fight.

"You think a helmet will save you?" Kurogai's voice echoed with eerie calm. "You still don't understand. My eyes—are Geass. The Geass of Absolute Command."

Magneto blinked. "What are you—?"

Their gazes locked.

"Until I say otherwise… you will not use your powers."

The words were like steel locking into his brain.

Geass didn't attack the mind directly. It wasn't about brute force—it was about control through command. The moment Kurogai gave the order through eye contact, the brain accepted it as absolute truth. Magneto couldn't summon his power even if he tried.

"What… What did you do to me?! The helmet—this is impossible!"

Magneto staggered backward. He could feel the familiar magnetic field in the air… but it was unreachable, like trying to move a limb that wasn't there.

"You've put too much faith in that helmet," Kurogai said coldly. "Whitehall thought the same thing once. He died with the same look in his eyes."

A wave of dread washed over Magneto.

Powerless, he could do nothing as Kurogai advanced. With a flick of his wrist, Magneto was slammed to the ground, pinned down by invisible force.

"…Are you going to kill me?"

His voice was low, bitter.

Kurogai didn't respond. Instead, he reached into his coat and pulled out a sleek, dark scythe—unlike any weapon Magneto had seen before. With mechanical precision, he plunged the tip into Magneto's chest.

Magneto grunted in pain—but didn't die.

Kurogai wasn't interested in killing him. Not yet. He was harvesting something far more valuable.

Genetic data.

He watched closely, eyes narrowing as the scythe pulsed with red light. Once the data was stored, he drew the weapon back and stepped away.

"You've served your purpose," Kurogai muttered. "Now… go to sleep."

The scythe rose again—this time not for extraction, but for execution.

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