Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

In Marvel comics, Magneto can generate and project a magnetic field of almost infinite strength from himself, covering an area that has reached the entire Earth and even extended into the orbit of the Earth and the Moon.

In a fit of rage, he once lifted a city of millions of people into the stratosphere and then tossed it back to the ground like a toy, simply because it had once imprisoned mutants.

Magneto, with his powerful senses, can perceive the location and movement of all metals on Earth; the metals of the Earth are a real-time star map in his mind.

The electromagnetic pulses it once created could plunge the entire North American power system into darkness simultaneously, and instantly paralyze all communication, weapon, and navigation systems.

When facing humans and mutants on Earth, Magneto can directly extract iron from human blood, causing hundreds or thousands of people to have their blood vessels burst in the same second, resulting in gruesome deaths.

As the master of electromagnetic forces, Magneto can also draw energy from the Earth's magnetic field. Even if his physical body is on the verge of death, as long as the Earth's magnetic poles remain, he can regenerate his body.

Using magnetism to distort visible light to make himself invisible, or creating a plasma shield that covers an entire city to withstand nuclear-level attacks, are all abilities of Magneto in the comics.

At his peak, Magneto reversed the magnetic poles on a planetary scale, causing global tidal anomalies and earthquakes, bringing human civilization to the brink of collapse.

Even if Thor's hammer were to hit him head-on, Magneto could withstand it with his magnetic field.

In the comic book version, Magneto single-handedly destroyed an entire Shi'ar fleet in the vacuum of space by tearing their warships' metal hulls apart like paper and detonating the reactor energy in the opposite direction.

In the comics, the enhanced Magneto's understanding of his abilities has long surpassed simply controlling metal; he now interferes with the movement of all charged particles, from electron clouds to planetary magnetic fields.

Therefore, in the eyes of many powerful figures in Marvel Comics, Magneto is not just a mutant who can attract iron, but a planet-level powerhouse who threatens the entire planet's ecosystem just by standing on Earth.

As for Magneto in the Marvel Cinematic Universe?

Please, even Magneto in the cinematic universe, at full strength, could only move an entire bridge.

In terms of sheer power, Magneto in the cinematic universe can only be described as a tragedy.

The purity is too low.

In New York City, Shen Jue has finished her live television broadcast.

The studio lights were still blindingly bright, but he had already turned and walked backstage.

Those terminally ill patients he cured are still celebrating and praying.

Some people knelt on the ground and cried loudly, while others hugged their families, laughing and shaking.

Many reporters at the scene were also caught up in the frenzy.

They all tried to interview Shen Jue, but were stopped by Kingpin and other white-robed followers.

The silent white-robed cultists formed a wall of sighs, firmly keeping the surging crowd several meters away.

If Shen Jue had merely used some unusual identity or characteristics to prove that he was a real priest, these reporters wouldn't have been so enthusiastic.

They would only see Shen Jue as a freakish mutant, a fraudster disguised as a religious figure.

But after Shen Jue demonstrated how to instantly cure terminal illnesses and disabilities, the reporters went completely crazy.

They seemed to have seen the greatest news of the century.

A living miracle, a divine representative walking among humans.

Even after Shen Jue left the scene, the cheers and cries from the live broadcast could still be heard.

The sounds surged from behind like waves, almost overturning the entire building.

At that moment, Frank, also dressed in a white robe, approached.

His steps were light, yet carried a heavy weight of someone who had been through many battles.

Shen Jue smiled at Frank.

That smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, yet it also possessed an indescribable depth.

Frank, the unwavering anti-hero and American special forces king, tremblingly asked Shen Jue a question.

His voice was very low, as if he was afraid of losing hope.

"Father Shen Jue, is it really true that the dead can be resurrected?"

Frank's voice trembled. He had never imagined that one day he would have the urge to offer his loyalty to a mutant of unknown identity and origin because of a vague hope.

"Who knows, Frank?"

"Most people will only believe what they see."

My promise to you still stands.

Shen Jue smiled.

Frank's body trembled even more violently at this moment, and this resilient man chose to kneel on the ground.

He said, trembling, "Father Shen Jue!"

"If only you could bring my wife and children back to life."

"I'm willing to do anything, no matter what!"

"To go to such lengths for the sake of the one you love," Shen Jue said softly.

"That's understandable."

Even if I'm a complete and utter villain?

Frank shook his head and said, "No, you may have a wicked sense of humor."

"But ambitious and selfish people will not selflessly give away the power to heal others."

"They will only use this power to seek their own benefit."

Shen Jue's smile widened, and he laughed heartily, "This is what a gentleman is!"

"I will not judge others based on past prejudices."

"Then Frank, I'll ask you again."

Would you join me in filling this world with love and peace?

Frank remained silent. In the past, he would have found Shen Jue's current behavior to be ugly and hypocritical.

However, after witnessing Shen Jue's actions and behavior, his mind, which had been brutally beaten by American capitalism, raised a soul-searching question.

Could this unfathomable Father Shen Jue create a dream that everyone yearns for but cannot achieve?

"I am willing to serve you," Frank said in a low voice, kneeling after a moment of silence.

Shen Jue smiled and nodded.

Night was approaching in New York once again.

The night was as dark as ink, swallowing up the New York skyline.

Shen Jue walked on the streets of New York City.

He was still dressed as a priest, his robes gleaming softly under the dim streetlights.

The miracle that caused a sensation throughout the city during the day seemed to be swallowed up by the city's hustle and bustle.

Few people recognized Shen Jue.

Even though he once made a paralyzed person stand up and made cancer disappear like smoke during a live television broadcast.

New Yorkers continue to live their days filled with shootings and free shopping.

The sound of sirens came from afar, like the city's never-ending lament.

A homeless man on the street corner huddled in a pile of cardboard, staring blankly at him.

The neon signs flickered, illuminating the newly sprayed graffiti on the wall.

Shen Jue walked at a leisurely pace, as if he were surveying his own territory.

At this moment, a beautiful girl of Russian descent timidly approached Shen Jue.

She was wearing a faded old coat and carrying a worn-out canvas bag.

The light from the streetlamp fell on her face, illuminating her gray-blue eyes, which bore distinct Eastern European features.

She looked up nervously and asked him in slightly accented English.

"Father, could you please tell me how to get to St. John's Cathedral?"

Her voice was very soft, as if she were afraid of disturbing some sleeping monster in this chaotic neighborhood.