Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue creates a powerful gravitational center, with a theoretical limit of negative infinity.
By using the Reverse Cursed Technique, the negative energy of Cursed Energy is converted into positive energy. This not only allows Aurelius Viremont to heal himself but also enables him to inject this positive energy into his pre-existing technique to achieve the opposite effect.
If "Blue" creates infinite attraction, then the opposite effect is infinite repulsion—the Cursed Technique Reversal: Red!
In theory, Aurelius Viremont was now capable of releasing "Red." However, unlike Satoru Gojo, he hadn't spent his life training and mastering Cursed Energy; his grasp of the technique was limited to the inherited experience of his template. With a template integration of only 23%, the experience he had inherited was far from enough to smoothly release "Red."
Unleashing it now relied entirely on his raw control. But with the aid of the Six Eyes, he didn't believe he would fail!
He multiplied the negative Cursed Energy within him to generate positive energy, then directed it through the flow-pattern of "Blue."
The moment Aurelius Viremont spoke, a tiny, blackish-red singularity formed at the tip of his slender index finger.
As he poured more energy in, the singularity expanded under his strained control. Just as it seemed fully formed, the structure suddenly became unstable.
As the technique threatened to collapse, Aurelius Viremont's lips peeled back into a grin. Using the absolute energy manipulation granted by the Six Eyes and his Energy Absorption skill, he forcibly stabilized the singularity!
CRACKLE!
Black and red lightning arced from the singularity, striking the ground and instantly carving out a trench several meters deep and dozens of meters long.
Nearby soldiers struck by the lightning were instantly pulverized under the warped gravity, reduced to a slurry of flesh and bone. Even the caster, Aurelius Viremont, was not spared; the terrifying gravitational discharge lashed his body. His reinforced frame began to break down, only to be rapidly knitted back together by the Reverse Cursed Technique.
Just as his energy reserves hit rock bottom and he was about to give up, the black-red spark finally stabilized into a singularity the size of a mung bean!
A thousand meters away, the escaping giant felt a primal surge of terror. He spun around, his enhanced vision allowing him to see the horrifying scene in the distance:
The terrifying man was at the center of a storm of destruction. Everything around him was crumbling—even his own body was disintegrating—yet he wore a cold, ecstatic smile. Amidst the swirling debris, the corpses of soldiers, and the blood running down his forehead and staining his sapphire eyes, he laughed from the bottom of his heart.
BOOM!
The black-red singularity, trailing sparks of unstable lightning, streaked toward him. It was so fast that even his superhuman vision couldn't track it. By the time he could react, it was already in front of him.
He instinctively raised his hands to block, but against the absolute repulsive force of "Red," it was meaningless. He watched as the singularity pulverized his arms, ground his bones to dust, and punched straight through his chest before continuing its flight.
THOOM!
The singularity traveled dozens of meters past the giant, eventually carving out a trench over a kilometer long before finally dissipating. The giant's body was completely shattered. He was dead before he hit the ground.
Time seemed to freeze. Aside from Aurelius Viremont's heavy gasping, everything was still. Everyone watched the white-haired man in stunned silence. Is this really something a human can do?
After a moment's rest, Aurelius Viremont began walking toward the remaining armed soldiers. One side was fully equipped with high-tech weaponry, the other was a single man drenched in blood—yet it was the soldiers who kept retreating.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, the X-Men, the Brotherhood, and the trapped civilians all witnessed this surreal sight.
The blood-soaked, white-haired man tilted his head back and laughed toward the sky, his wounds rapidly closing as he did so. For every step he took forward, the highly trained soldiers took a step back. One soldier tripped over a piece of debris and fell, his head bleeding from the impact, but he didn't dare make a sound, terrified of drawing the man's attention.
No one laughed at him. No one dared to stand out in front of that monster.
It wasn't until the man slowly disappeared around a corner that the witnesses began to breathe again, gasping for air as if they had been underwater. The mutants were no exception.
Every faction present had only one thought: Report this immediately and recruit Aurelius Viremont at any cost. He was confirmed as a new Level 5 Mutant. Whichever side he joined would shatter the current balance of power.
Inside a nearby shop, a middle-aged man sat panting, clutching a camera to his chest. Eddie Brock knew he had just captured the biggest scoop of the year. Whether it was the terror in Manhattan, the mutant war, or the arrival of the "White Demon," this was going to cause an earthquake in the news world.
Aurelius Viremont rounded the corner and immediately used his last dregs of energy to yank open a manhole cover and drop into the sewer.
Moving quickly through the tunnels, his body was still seeping blood from the unstable discharge of his own attack. The cost of "Red" was higher than he had imagined, especially since he had forced it out, doubling the energy drain. A single shot had nearly emptied him.
If he hadn't used his final bit of energy to fix his visible wounds and project an aura of invincibility, those soldiers would have been a real threat. At his current level, Energy Absorption couldn't make him bulletproof without the Limitless barrier.
As he moved deeper into the sewers, his Six Eyes caught a flicker of movement. Because he was drained, he couldn't instantly deploy the Limitless, but he twisted his body with everything he had.
A dagger hissed past him, embedding itself deep into the concrete wall.
Aurelius Viremont turned to see a man in a strange tight-fitting suit. Between the fingers of each hand, he held four more daggers.
It was Bullseye.