Erik stared hard at Roland, finally swallowing the curse on the tip of his tongue.
He let out a deep, heavy breath. Filled with helplessness yet at someone else's mercy, he could only keep a forbidding expression on his face and silently follow Roland into the private studio steeped in commercial hypocrisy.
Inside the studio, the lights shone brilliantly, and the set was simple yet sophisticated.
A finely upholstered guest sofa stood in the center, while the large screen behind it already displayed the lavish logo of the "Vought Tonight Show."
Wally, the host of the exclusive interview, was already sitting stiffly upright in the main seat, a fine layer of cold sweat even beading on his forehead.
Seeing Erik stride in with murderous intent still lingering around him, Wally shot to his feet like a spring. Looking stiff and somewhat awed, he bowed deeply.
"H... hello, Mr. Magneto. I'm Wally, the host of the 'Vought Tonight Show.' It... it's the honor of my life to interview you."
Erik gave a slight, expressionless nod, walked over to the sofa without a word, and sat down with his legs spread wide.
The array of cameras trained on him and the dazzling spotlights made every cell in his body scream with discomfort.
For Magneto, who was accustomed to controlling metal in the darkness, this kind of public spectacle, stripped bare before the cameras, was sheer torture.
Standing behind the camera, Roland made a gesture and quietly offered her final reminders.
"Relax, Magneto. Wally will stick strictly to the scripted questions. You just need to answer truthfully according to the script. Remember, show more of your shining humanity."
Erik leaned back against the sofa, utterly numb.
He glanced down at the absurd script, which was practically fabricated and placed Vought on a pedestal,