Chapter 116 – The Mutant (9)

 With determination burning in my eyes, I knew that my words would be confusing to them, but I had a plan. I had already activated my berserker mode, and if Cyclops hit me in my vulnerable spot, it would trigger another trait: the brink of death boost. This boost would make me twice as strong as before. Ignoring Cyclops's confusion, I doubled down on my request.

"Just trust me, sunglasses guy," I urged, my voice tinged with urgency. "Hit me with everything you've got. We need to break through Magneto's shield, and your power might be the key."

Cyclops hesitated, clearly uncertain about the implications of my request. But the urgency of the situation was evident, and he nodded hesitantly, ready to act on my instruction.

"Alright, Spider-Man," he said, his voice filled with determination. "If you say so."

As Cyclops prepared to unleash his optic blasts, I braced myself for the impact. With every fiber of my being, I focused on the task at hand.

"Ready when you are, Sunglasses guy," I called out, steeling myself for what was to come.

As Cyclops prepared to unleash his optic blasts, he clarified, "By the way, my name is Cyclops, not sunglasses guy," ensuring that there was no confusion about his identity. With his name clarified, he squared his shoulders, ready to heed my urgent request.

Without further hesitation, Cyclops unleashed a powerful blast of energy from his eyes, directing it towards my vulnerable spot with precision.

As the blast struck me, I felt a surge of pain unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. Every nerve in my body screamed in agony as the energy beam surged through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses.

But in that moment of pain and suffering, something miraculous happened. As I was on the brink of death, a primal instinct kicked in, unleashing a raw, untamed power within me. It was the berserker's brink of death boost, a hidden trait that lay dormant within me.

(The brink of death boost had been activated.)

[Brink of Death Boost: When you are in a brink of death, your strength is boosted to 10, granting you a last burst of power to potentially turn the tide of battle.]

Feeling stronger than ever, I looked towards Cyclops, Jean, and Quicksilver. Their faces showed a blend of shock and amazement as they saw my recovery. Ignoring their stunned looks, I flashed them a confident smile, eager to reassure them.

With a grin, I approached Cyclops, Jean, and Quicksilver, their expressions a mix of shock and concern after witnessing my revival. "Ah you see, Guys," I reassured them, my voice filled with amusement. "I've got a little trick up my sleeve. When things get tough, I just kick it into overdrive."

Their eyes widened in surprise as I explained my unique ability, a secret weapon that had saved me in countless battles before. "Call it my 'second power like you mutants have,'" I said a playful glint in my eye. "Now, let's finish this."

Their eyes widened in amazement as they processed my words, clearly impressed by my resilience. But before they could respond, I dashed forward with renewed determination, my sights set firmly on Magneto, who remained shielded by a wall of unyielding adamantium.

With a surge of determination, I gathered all my strength and focused it into one powerful strike. With a resounding cry, I unleashed the force of my blow upon Magneto's shield.

"Aurh!!!!" I shouted as my full strength collided with the adamantium barrier. Suddenly, with a deafening boom, the shield shattered into countless pieces, crumbling under the force of my attack.

[Inside of Magneto shield]

Inside Magneto's impenetrable shield, amidst the chaos of destruction and fury, his mind echoed with thoughts of vengeance and loss. "All of those plebeians... I hate all of them... they killed my mother, my family, my friend," he seethed, his voice trembling with suppressed rage.

In a fit of anger, Magneto used his powers to throw things everywhere. But suddenly, his shield made of adamantium broke into pieces. He was shocked and confused, not understanding what was happening.

"What's happening?" he stammered, his voice barely audible above the chaos of destruction surrounding him.

Magneto's protective shield broke, leaving him confused and angry. He couldn't understand how it happened so easily. He felt a mix of emotions like anger, confusion, and surprise. How could someone break through his strong defense so easily?

Before he could fully understand what was happening, Magneto heard a voice he knew well. Turning toward the source, his eyes widened in shock. There stood his enemy, Spider-Man, confronting him.

A voice cut through the chaos, filled with a mixture of defiance and amusement. "You're probably wondering how I destroyed your adamantium," Spider-Man said.

"Old man!!!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of contempt and surprise.

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As Magneto's protective shield broke apart, I felt a rush of satisfaction. As expected my plan is perfect. But there was no time to celebrate. Magneto quickly pulled himself together, his strong, determined eyes locking onto me with a mix of suspicion and defiance.

"What trickery is this?" he demanded, his voice heavy with suspicion. "How did you manage to breach my defenses?"

I couldn't resist the urge to taunt him, to let him know that he had underestimated me once again. With a grin playing at the corners of my lips, I replied, "Let's just say I had a little help from some mutants," my tone dripping with confidence.

I could tell Magneto was furious beneath his calm demeanor. He realized he'd been outsmarted and was trying to regain control. But it was too late. Things had changed, and I was prepared to seize the moment.

.....

As the battle reached its climax, Magneto grew increasingly desperate. He tried to control the adamantium once more and charged at me, his voice filled with rage as he sought to end the confrontation once and for all.

Responding quickly, I dodged his assault effortlessly, my enhanced reflexes enabling me to outpace him effortlessly. Capitalizing on the opening, I struck him with a precise blow to his abdomen, forcing him to bend over in agony.

"I know you're strong, Kid," I remarked calmly, my voice cutting through the chaos of battle. "But your emotions are clouding your judgment, slowing down your control over your powers."

Locking eyes with him, I continued, " Look Kid, I know what you've been through. Your past doesn't define who you are, you just have to let go of your anger and pain." My words were firm yet empathetic, carrying a weight of understanding borne from my own experiences.

[Of course, I know, his story. Back in my old world, I've followed his story through comics, movies, and TV series. I've seen the struggles, the pain, and the choices he made.]

In response to my words, Magneto quickly fired back, his words laced with bitterness. "You don't know anything about me," he spat, his tone dripping with resentment.

With a sigh of resignation, I couldn't help but express my frustration aloud. "Why do villains always have to say that?" I muttered under my breath, feeling weary. Despite my attempts to connect with him, it seemed Magneto was resolute in his refusal to open up or relent.

In a sudden move, Magneto attempted to aimed another wave of adamantium at me, but luckily my Spider-Sense kicked in, allowing me to evade it with ease. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly delivered a powerful punch to his face, sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious.

"I know you've been through a lot, Magneto," I said softly, my voice tinged with empathy. "But you can't let your anger and pain consume you." As I look at his knockout figure.

[After the fight]

As the dust settled after hours of that intense battle, Professor X approached me with a solemn yet determined expression on his face. His words carried the weight of responsibility and resolve as he addressed me.

"Leave this to us, Spider-Man," he said firmly, his gaze unwavering. "We X-Men will handle Magneto and the others."

I nodded in acknowledgment, but before he could turn away, I interjected, "Don't worry, Professor. I'll inform Loe about this."

To my surprise, Professor X's reaction was one of astonishment. "You know Loe Halloway, The Former Vigilante and The Current Director of S.H.I.E.L.D?" he asked incredulously, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"Yes," I affirmed with a nod, pausing briefly before continuing, "Why didn't you look at my memories?"

His response was as I expected, given his kind nature, but it still struck a chord deep within me. "It just doesn't feel right to delve into people's memories, especially those of heroes like yourself, Spider-Man," Professor X admitted sincerely. "I've always looked up to you more than anyone else. Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to be just like you."

His words were simple yet profound, touching upon a sentiment that resonated deeply with me. Professor X's admiration for me, expressed in such straightforward terms, was both humbling and heartwarming. It reminded me of the impact we can have on others, even when we least expect it.

Then, Professor X paused for a moment, his gaze shifting to each members of the X-Men in a distance. "That's why I founded this team, all because of you," he declared, his voice resonating with conviction. In that moment, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of responsibility and pride in being a source of inspiration for others, including Professor X himself.

"I'm honored, Professor," I replied sincerely, feeling a sense of humility wash over me. "But you and your team are the true heroes here. You're the ones who stand up for what's right, who fight to protect those who can't protect themselves."

As Professor X nodded in gratitude, I took one last glance at the scene before me. Storm and Rogue were busy helping Peter and the other civilians, showcasing their selflessness and dedication to protecting others.

Though I didn't have the chance to speak with Storm and Rogue, I had already spoke with Cyclops, Jean, Quicksilver, and Beast, finding them to be noble and kind-hearted individuals, just as they were depicted in the comics.

In a sudden moment, Wolverine's gaze met mine, and he spoke with a knowing look. "I know what kind of man you are," he said, acknowledging the experiences that defined me.

Returning his nod, I replied, "You too," understanding the depth of his character and the sacrifices he had made for the greater good.

With a smirk, Wolverine joined his fellow X-Men, ready to face another task.

Before departing, I was met with salutes from both the X-Men and the civilians, their gratitude palpable in the air. "Thank you, Spider-Man," they said in unison.

As Wolverine saluted with his trademark toughness, he offered me a farewell that resonated with his characteristic gruffness. "Bye, kid," he said, his voice carrying a mix of respect and camaraderie, acknowledging the bond we shared as fellow warriors in the fight for justice.

With a warm smile, I replied, "Thank you, everyone, and goodbye. Once again I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

As I swung through the busy streets of New York, completely absorbed in the city's energy, the sharp sound of my ringing mcall device snapped me out of my thoughts. I swiftly reached for it, feeling a surge of anticipation as I answered, my voice tight with apprehension.

"Hello, Mark," I greeted, suddenly I feel a sense of dread creeping over me.

Mark's voice crackled through the device, his words carrying a weight that sent a shiver down my spine. "Michael, there's something I need to tell you, but I need you to stay calm, okay?"

Mark's serious tone made my heart race, and a heavy feeling of dread washed over me. "What's wrong, Mark? Just tell me," I insisted, feeling increasingly uneasy.

Then, Mark's words hit me like a physical blow, leaving me stunned and breathless. "Uncle Ed, your father is dying. We're at the hospital," he said, his voice filled with urgency and concern.

The world seemed to spin as I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What?" I stammered, the weight of his words hitting me hard. It felt like everything was crashing down on me all at once.

To be continued