Young Magneto

In his previous life, Alex had done plenty of major things and made plenty of enemies because of them, but he had never experienced such brutal, inhuman slaughter. Seven days, 536 lives—those two numbers echoed endlessly in Alex's mind. Every day was torture. He had no idea when he would be led to the Wall of Death and become another wronged soul beneath it.

Endless fear left Alex no room for wishful thinking. Day and night, whenever he had the chance, he seized every moment to practice the method from his previous life for strengthening Psionic Power. Alex had developed this method himself in his previous life. It was similar to meditation, though it required no particular posture; it could be practiced standing or lying down. It was the best way to rapidly increase Psionic Power.

A month passed quickly, and the death toll rose from the initial 536 to 1,272.

In truth, after the first week of frenzied slaughter, the concentration camp became utterly silent. They did whatever they were told, and no one dared resist even if they were ordered to eat shit. Everyone lived cautiously and humbly, hoping only to keep their lives. But there were always all kinds of reasons to trample on your dignity and steal your life.

After a month of uninterrupted practice, Alex's Teleportation had improved considerably. Its range had increased from the initial one thousand meters to three thousand, while its cooldown had dropped from three minutes to two. Teleportation had improved, but it was still not enough to take Audrey and Ella out of the concentration camp.

That night, while everyone else slept deeply, Alex used Teleportation to visit Audrey and Ella once again.

The women's camp had even more primitive facilities than the men's camp. The three-tiered sleeping bunks were long, boxlike structures, six feet wide and three feet high. Every night, five to ten people were crammed into each one to sleep.

A month of hellish experiences had cast a gray haze over little Angel's eyes. Her bloodless face held no expression, and only when she saw Alex did she reveal any different emotion.

Knowing her brother would come tonight, Audrey had forced herself to stay awake. When she saw Alex appear, she called out softly, with a trace of delight, "Brother!"

"Audrey, you've suffered because of me!" Alex was filled with remorse toward Audrey. He had originally wanted to take Angel away from war-torn Europe, yet he had ultimately brought her into the hellish prison of Auschwitz.

Audrey raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears that had unconsciously slipped from Alex's eyes. She whispered, "Audrey isn't afraid. I know Brother will definitely take me away."

Alex gently stroked Audrey's cheek and nodded firmly. "Audrey, trust Brother. I'll definitely get you out of here."

After chatting for a few moments, Audrey finally could not hold on any longer. Full of hope, she fell into a deep sleep. Only on the nights Alex came could Audrey sleep so peacefully, without fear or worry.

As Audrey slept, Ella, who had remained silent beside them, finally spoke hesitantly.

"Alex, Ruth..."

Ruth. Alex thought of the shy, timid little girl from the Eisenhart family, who loved to hide behind her mother Edith. Seeing Ella's expression, Alex felt a sense of foreboding. "What is it? What happened?"

"Ruth got sick yesterday. Edith took her to see the camp doctor, and they never came back." Ella's voice grew softer and softer, until it was almost inaudible. "I'm worried about them..."

Alex did not know how he got back. Lying on his bed, he stared at the bunk board inches away from him. Jacob was sleeping above it. Alex did not sleep that night, nor did he practice strengthening his Psionic Power. He kept thinking about whether he should tell Jacob this news. If he did, how should he say it?

He agonized over it until dawn. Then, with a piercing ring, the silent brick barracks instantly came alive. Everyone dressed while hurrying toward the main gate. Anyone who was late would be beaten.

"Jacob!" Alex grabbed Jacob, hesitating slightly. "There's something I want to tell you."

As Jacob dressed the bleary-eyed Marx without turning around, he replied, "Alex, what is it? Go ahead."

"Edith and Ruth... might..." Alex had decided to tell Jacob the truth, but when the moment came, he could not say it.

Jacob's hands suddenly froze. He slowly turned his head to look at Alex, his gaunt face blank. "What did you say?" Marx, who had been half-asleep, abruptly widened his eyes and stared fixedly at Alex.

"Ruth got sick the day before yesterday. Edith took her to see the camp doctor, and they never came back." Alex quickly repeated the sentence, then let out a long breath.

Jacob went blank. He stared at Alex with lifeless eyes, as though all vitality had left him in an instant. Marx threw back his head and roared, his face filled with grief and fury.

Alex's eyes suddenly widened as he saw a scene that left him dumbfounded.

The barracks' beds were all wooden, with only their joints secured by iron plates. Yet at that moment, those iron plates began lifting one by one, ready to fly off the wooden beds at any time. Not only that, the iron shovels and pokers scattered throughout the barracks also rose into the air and flew toward them.

"What's going on?" Alex stared at Marx in shock. Then a name suddenly came to mind—Magneto. Magneto was an expert at controlling metal. "Marx is Magneto?"

Alex remembered that, in the movie, Magneto had been sent to a concentration camp in 1944. It was only 1940 now, so the timing did not match. But aside from Magneto, Alex truly could not think of anyone else in Marvel who could control metal.

After being stunned for a moment, Alex immediately came to his senses. Whether Marx was Magneto or not, he absolutely could not be discovered. Otherwise, he would be taken away by Sebastian Shaw for experiments, just like in the movie.

Alex had just reached out to grab Marx when a current suddenly traveled from Marx's shoulder to his palm, running up his arm and through his entire body, leaving him numb and tingling.

The sensation vanished in an instant, and Alex did not pay much attention to it, assuming it was static electricity. He grabbed Marx's shoulders tightly with both hands and shook him hard. "Marx, calm down. Don't get worked up."

Alex's shaking woke Marx, and his roar stopped. The iron tools flying through the air instantly fell to the ground. Marx seemed to lose all his strength and collapsed into Alex's arms.

After glancing around and seeing that everyone was busy rushing toward the gate, with no one noticing them, Alex let out a breath of relief. He quickly turned to Jacob. "Jacob, we have to live on—for them!"

Jacob's frail body suddenly trembled, and a trace of light returned to his eyes. But aside from hatred, there was nothing left in his gaze. "Yes, you're right. We have to live on and avenge them!"