I Crushed Magneto's Crown

On the day I was transformed into cannon fodder for sadistic stories, I had just finished 800cc of my blood, which was used to save Magneto's White Moonlight. Holding the critical illness notice indicating the spread of advanced cancer cells in my hand, I calmly walked towards the man who could control the global magnetic field and handed him the diagnosis with my own hands. He imprisoned me indifferently. But he didn't know that death was not the end for me, but a new life. The [Flesh Plague] lurking deep in my genes was activated, and the body he once regarded as a "blood bank" became a taboo hotbed that corroded all life forms. When the mutant army melted into flesh and blood puppets in front of me, and when his steel empire collapsed because of me, this cold and hard king finally abandoned his dignity, knelt on one knee in front of my wheelchair, and prayed tremblingly: "Cure her, I will use my magnetic field field to exchange her for ten years of life." I crushed the chemotherapy drugs in my palm and chuckled. "Don't cry, Eric. Didn't you personally give the order to drain my blood?"