Inside the container, a skeleton burning with hellfire was bound by countless metal chains.
Unlike a conventional Ghost Rider, he had four thick, powerful arms.
Each hand gripped a set of Judgment Chains formed from soul fire.
His aura was several times stronger than even that of Johnny Blaze, whom Lynn had encountered on Earth.
"Oh?" Lynn raised an eyebrow.
"Forcibly fusing a spirit of vengeance with a demonic symbiote from another dimension caused a genetic mutation? Interesting."
He did not linger and moved on to the next exhibit.
[Variant designation: 112-Galactus (terminal-stage venom symbiote infestation)]
Inside this container, a relatively "scrawny" Galactus was curled up in agony.
A layer of constantly writhing, ink-black symbiote tissue covered his body.
The symbiote had even consumed his signature helmet.
It had formed a huge, hideous grin on his face that kept opening and closing.
"Well, well. Infecting a cosmic god who feeds on planets with a symbiote that needs a host."
Lynn voiced his admiration.
"These two completely different survival mechanisms have formed a perfect paradox within his body."
"This Kang's taste in collectibles is almost up to my standards."
His research instincts flared to life.
By the TVA's definition, these were all "failures" that had taken the wrong path and had to be pruned.
But in Lynn's eyes, every specimen was a unique, one-of-a-kind gene bank brimming with research value!
He continued forward.
A winged Hulk, a Doctor Doom with Superman's bloodline, a Thanos who had become a Green Lantern...
These inconceivable variants that should never have existed.
Kang had turned them into specimens, one by one, as though collecting rare butterflies.
They stood on display in this corridor, a symbol of his supreme authority.
"What a waste."
Lynn shook his head, his expression as pained as a capitalist