Magneto quickly discovered that Schiller had been right. During the morning's work, he realized that he might not necessarily be human, but Clark was definitely a dog.
Magneto had dominated the world for many years. Wherever he went, he was imposing and renowned. Plenty of people wanted to profit from his fame, foremost among them those hyena-like, greedy tabloid reporters.
Some reckless fools had once tried to pester Magneto using the same tactics they used on ordinary people. Needless to say, their endings had not been pleasant. Magneto had never been merciful toward anyone who annoyed him.
Later, his vicious reputation spread farther and farther, and many people no longer dared to provoke him. After so many years, Magneto finally experienced the irritation of being hounded by reporters again.
"Mr. Erik Lanscher, some say that's an alias, and that you've used more than ten aliases throughout your life. What is your real name? Why have you concealed it?"
"Sir, I saw in the news that you and Professor X have always been at odds, but I've also heard that you have a good relationship in private. What exactly is your relationship?"
"What do you think of the terrorist attacks carried out by the Brotherhood of Mutants around the world? Professor Xavier once said in an interview that this was not what he wanted to see. What do you think of that statement?"
Magneto took a deep breath, crushed the seeds floating before him into a ball, and hurled it at Clark.
Clark, who was also hovering in midair, nimbly dodged it. Then he leaned in again with a cheeky grin and asked, "I heard you always wore that Helmet to avoid Professor X reading your mind. Is there something you're really afraid of him hearing? Why aren't you wearing it