Ding!
[Congratulations, Host! Your reputation has reached planetary level, your name now echoes across an entire living world. One Reputation Draw unlocked! Please initiate the draw promptly!]
[Reputation Draw successful. You have obtained a Cybertron Relic, The Polarity Gauntlet!]
The Polarity Gauntlet!
Martin felt a surge of emotion—joy, disbelief, awe—all crashing together in his chest. Yet on the surface, his expression remained placid, unreadable.
The Polarity Gauntlet: a legendary Cybertronian relic, introduced in the classic animated series Transformers: Prime. Once equipped, it grants its wielder direct and powerful control over magnetic fields.
Though not one of Cybertron's Ten Supreme Artifacts, it was nonetheless an elite relic, specialized and formidable. A sacred weapon forged specifically for magnetic manipulation.
Without hesitation, Martin seized Erik Lehnsherr, Magneto, by the wrist. His gloved hand was already equipped. Calmly, he said:
"Erik, sometimes, your arrogance is louder than your power. And that arrogance... will be the reason you fall."
VMMM!
The Polarity Gauntlet pulsed.
Magneto's casual smirk evaporated. His eyes narrowed sharply. He sensed something unnatural, a foreign command threading through the magnetic fields he had always ruled without challenge.
And worse... he couldn't control it.
"You... what did you do?" Magneto's voice cracked with disbelief. He stared at Martin, gaze zeroing in on the strange, glowing gauntlet clamped over his fist.
"This?" Martin lifted the artifact slightly. "This is a relic of my own forging. The Polarity Gauntlet. A sacred tool built to command the magnetic tapestry itself."
He paused. His voice dropped.
"You brought this on yourself, Erik."
Martin clenched his fist, and in that instant, an avalanche of magnetic signatures lit up in his mind. He could feel them all: electric cables, Earth's core, planetary ley lines, even the iron in Magneto's own blood.
More importantly... he could control them.
With this gauntlet, Martin now wielded magnetic authority on par with the Master of Magnetism himself.
Magneto's lips curled in defiance. "No one rivals me in magnetic mastery."
With a guttural growl, he unleashed his power. A shimmering dome of force erupted around him. Ever since he'd touched the fundamental forces of the cosmos, Magneto had never once been outmatched in his domain.
Until now.
A flicker of horror crossed his face.
Martin's magnetic field didn't just resist his control, it repelled it.
The repulsion wasn't just powerful... it was sovereign.
"Impossible…" Magneto whispered, the bravado draining from his eyes.
"This relic was forged under my authority, Erik. You underestimated it. You underestimated me." Martin shook his head and chuckled.
The truth was, real Cybertronian tech wasn't like what the movies had made people believe—fragile, flashy, easily dismantled. The true Transformers, born of the Cybertron Overlord System, were titans in steel flesh.
Those so-called 'leader-class' Cybertronians, like Optimus Prime and Megatron, weren't taken down by a couple of AP rounds. They shrugged off directed energy blasts like raindrops. Entire orbital strikes couldn't dent their frames.
And Erik, confined to the limits of Earth's biosphere, had no idea how terrifying true Cybertronian power really was.
The Decepticon war machine alone, barely half of Cybertron's conventional force, was enough to bring the galaxy to its knees.
But when you added in the mythic Thirteen Primes, the Ten Supreme Artifacts, and other relics of Cybertron… the scale of devastation soared beyond comprehension.
In the comics of his previous life, the Thirteen were forged by Primus, one of the two progenitors of Cybertronian life. Each was a standalone universe-tier being. The relics they left behind were weapons powerful enough to rewrite reality itself.
The Polarity Gauntlet? Fully capable of rivaling Magneto's dominion.
VMMM!
Another pulse. Martin drove a punch into Magneto's chest, launching him like a meteor through the roof of the auto shop.
Martin exhaled, calm again.
"Megatron," he called out, without turning. "Didn't you say you wanted a proper army? Handle that guy, and I'll give you one million units to form the Decepticon Legion."
With that, Martin turned on his heel.
Time to wash up. His hair was still a mess from bed, unacceptable for someone with his sense of presence.
Megatron's crimson optics blazed.
"Of course, O Great Creator. Your will... is my command."
He took one titanic step forward. The ground cracked beneath his heel. Then another.
With a mere signal flare from his neural node, a million dormant Transformers activated in unison, rising from bunkers, silos, hangars, and deep-Earth cradles. Every one of them armed, war-forged, and obedient.
In the orbiting satellite arrays of Earth's major factions, panic surged. The sheer scale of it was staggering: an army of a million living weapons, optimized for combat.
The Transformers were not clunky piles of iron, they were living war-AIs. Their neural nets could calculate and adapt optimal battle formations in milliseconds. Whether in single combat or planetary-scale warfare, their efficiency was terrifying.
Magneto soared back into view, armor scorched, hair a tangled mess.
"You think you can stop me with a legion of scrap metal?!"
Megatron grinned darkly. "Scrap metal?"
He raised a hand. "No... you're about to be crowned King of Scrap."
At his gesture, the Decepticon horde surged.
They didn't charge blindly. Not this time. Every Transformer activated their primary cannons, beam arrays, and plasma gauntlets.
A barrage of firepower, blinding as dawn and deafening as an extinction-level event, blanketed the sky and rained hell onto Magneto.
It was an apocalypse of energy, a storm of destruction. The mutant master of magnetism had never faced anything like it.
He roared, throwing up a field, wrenching hundreds of Cybertronians toward him to form a magnetic barrier, but it was clumsy. Disjointed.
Each Transformer had its own life force, its own mechanical bio-field. They didn't respond to his control the way Earth metals did. Even he, Magneto, felt the resistance.
That moment of hesitation was all Megatron needed.
"Fire."
BOOM.
A thousand beams converged from every direction, striking with solar intensity.
The impact vaporized the very air, lighting up the night sky brighter than the sun. The energy output wasn't something Earth's current civilizations could even fathom. After all, the Chitauri hadn't arrived yet, and Earth's tech base hadn't had its alien leap.
But now… the skyline glowed like Judgment Day.
And in the center of that blast, swallowed by white-hot destruction, was Magneto.
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AN: The Cybertronian progenitors, Primus and Unicron, are confirmed in comics and aligned continuities as multiversal entities. They exist at a tier roughly equivalent to Marvel's Five Cosmic Abstracts (Eternity, Death, Infinity, Oblivion, and the Living Tribunal). They rank above Galactus in power and match Eternity or Death in cosmic standing, though below Oblivion and the abstract force of Annihilation.