Blue creates powerful gravitational attraction—a limit approaching negative infinity.
By reversing the technique, cursed energy—originally negative—converts to positive. This not only allows healing through Reversal Technique, but also enables injecting positive cursed energy into previous techniques to achieve opposite effects.
Blue creates negative infinity attraction. The opposite effect produces positive infinity repulsion—Cursed Technique Reversal: Red.
After obtaining Reversal Technique, Leon could theoretically manifest Red. But unlike Gojo Satoru, he hadn't trained since childhood to master cursed energy. His technique mastery was limited to template-inherited experience.
At only 23% fusion, his inherited experience fell far short of naturally releasing Red.
Manifesting Red now depended entirely on his own control. But with the Six Eyes' assistance, he didn't believe he'd fail.
Negative cursed energy in his body multiplied to generate positive cursed energy, then flowed according to Blue's pathways.
The moment Leon finished speaking, a tiny crimson singularity formed before his extended index finger.
Cursed energy continued pouring in. The singularity slowly expanded under Leon's strenuous control. Just as it approached full formation, the structure destabilized.
Seeing Red about to collapse, Leon's mouth curved into a fierce grin. Through the Six Eyes and Energy Absorption's absolute energy control, he forcibly stabilized the singularity.
CRACK!
Crimson lightning erupted from the singularity in all directions. Where it struck the ground, pavement shattered—creating furrows several meters deep and dozens of meters long.
Soldiers hit by the lightning disintegrated instantly under twisted gravitational forces, reduced to bloody fragments.
Even the caster wasn't exempt. The terrifying crimson gravitational discharge affected Leon's body. His frame—enhanced by cursed energy and Energy Absorption—began breaking down, then rapidly regenerated through Reversal Technique's effects.
Just as Leon's energy neared complete exhaustion and he prepared to abort, the crimson singularity before his finger finally stabilized—forming a bean-sized crimson sphere.
The giant, already a kilometer away, suddenly felt instinctive dread. He turned back. His enhanced vision captured the incredible scene in the distance:
Everything around that terrifying man was collapsing—even his own body. Yet despite this, a cold smile still graced his features.
Among suspended stones being annihilated, atop numerous dead soldiers' bodies, blood trickling down his forehead and staining those mysterious blue eyes red, a smile of genuine satisfaction bloomed on his face.
BOOM!
The devastating crimson singularity, accompanied by unstable crimson lightning, hurtled toward him at impossible speed.
So fast his superhuman vision couldn't track it!
By the time he reacted, the crimson sphere had already arrived.
The giant reflexively raised his palm to block, but against Red's overwhelming repulsive force, it meant nothing.
He could only watch as the crimson singularity pulverized his arm, ground his bones to powder bit by bit, then punched through his chest and continued onward!
BOOM!
After piercing the giant's chest, the crimson singularity flew another hundred meters, carving a furrow over a thousand meters long before finally dissipating.
The giant's body was completely destroyed. Utterly dead.
Time seemed frozen. Except for Leon's heavy breathing, everything remained motionless.
Everyone stared at the terrifying white-haired man in shock. Could humans truly do this?
After brief rest, Leon walked toward the surviving fully-armed soldiers ahead.
One side was heavily armed. The other covered in blood. Yet the armed side kept retreating.
SHIELD agents just arriving on scene, X-Men observing from above, Brotherhood members, civilians who'd failed to evacuate—all witnessed the absurd spectacle.
The blood-soaked white-haired man raised his head, spread his arms, and laughed. Then his injuries healed rapidly.
He took one step forward. The well-trained soldiers took one step back. Again and again.
During this retreat, some soldiers stumbled on rubble and fell. Struck their heads on stones. But still didn't dare make a sound, terrified of drawing that man's attention.
No one laughed at them. Because no one dared reveal themselves before that terrifying white-haired man.
Only when he slowly disappeared around a corner did everyone at the scene breathe again—gasping for air. Even the mutants.
At that moment, every faction shared one thought:
Report this immediately. Recruit Leon Demiurge to our organization.
He could already be confirmed as a newly emerged Level 5 mutant. Whichever force he joined would shatter the current balance.
In a nearby store, a middle-aged man gasped, clutching his camera tightly. He'd photographed everything.
Eddie Brock believed what just transpired was absolutely the year's most explosive news.
Whether the terrorist attack in Manhattan—New York's most prosperous district—causing numerous civilian deaths, the mutant battle itself, or the terrifying white-haired devil's overwhelming abilities—it would trigger an earthquake in journalism.
Leon turned the corner and immediately used remaining energy to telekinetically lift a manhole cover. He dropped into the sewers.
Moving rapidly through the tunnels, his wounds still bled during movement.
Red's consumption exceeded his estimates—especially forcing its premature release. The drain increased exponentially.
One use had nearly depleted his entire reserves.
If he hadn't used remaining energy to heal some injuries and create the illusion of retained strength, facing numerous armed soldiers would've been genuinely dangerous.
Level 2 Energy Absorption couldn't let him ignore bullets without Limitless active.
As Leon continued forward, the Six Eyes suddenly detected something. Energy exhaustion prevented immediately activating Limitless, but he dodged with maximum effort—barely avoiding the next attack!
A dagger grazed Leon's body and flew past, embedding in the concrete sewer floor.
Leon turned. A man in unusual tactical gear stood before him, four daggers between his fingers.
The previous throw was clearly his work.