Whispers across dimensions, Hela's gaze

The Scarlet Chaos Magic, like several raging venomous snakes, instantly coiled around the Crown made of black ice crystals. Lynn's five fingers suddenly clenched, and extreme cold and extreme heat collided violently in his palm.

A bone-chilling coldness emanated from his palms. It wasn't just ordinary low temperature; it carried a highly corrosive Aura of Death, attempting to penetrate his veins through his pores and freeze his beating heart. A thin layer of black frost even formed on the surface of his skin.

But only half a second had passed.

Under the skin of Lynn's left arm, the Dark Gold patterns suddenly lit up. The Dark Phoenix Mark, which had just been forcibly sewn into the depths of the cells, was provoked, and a violent high temperature instantly retaliated, burning the layer of black frost into a pungent white smoke.

"Want to be my master?" Lynn's lips curled into a cruel sneer. "You old bones probably don't have that kind of appetite."

He didn't use any more magic; instead, he relied purely on his transformed, almost monstrous, physical body. The terrifying muscle fibers granted by the Super-Soldier Serum tightened layer by layer, and the explosive power from the Spider Genes traveled up his spine to his fingertips.

"Click."

A crisp cracking sound rang out in the deathly silent basement.

The black Crown that floated in mid-air, exuding an aura of arrogance and superiority, was cracked by Lynn's Five Fingers.

Beyond the rift, in the Abyss beyond the endless starry sky, came a low, hoarse laugh filled with interest. The laugh contained not anger at being offended, but rather the fervor and greed of a hunter discovering a prized prey.

"She has quite a temper."

The woman's voice vanished the moment the ice crystals shattered.

"Bang!"

Lynn crushed the entire black Crown, turning it into countless black ice shards that crashed onto the Titanium Alloy floor, quickly melting into a pool of foul-smelling black water.

The tiny Spatial Rift marked in red by the system in mid-air also closed rapidly after the energy was exhausted, the eerie blue arc of electricity flickered twice, and then completely disappeared into nothingness.

The flickering red light in the basement finally died down.

Lynn shook his left hand, wiping away the black water droplets remaining on his fingertips. He brought up the System Panel and glanced at the red warning log that had just popped up.

[Crisis resolved.]

[Target source locked: Asgard, Helheim.]

[WARNING: The host has been placed under the mental control of Hela; the Yandere attraction has now exceeded the limitations of a single physical universe.]

Lynn stared at the words, his eyes deep, showing no fear of being watched by Deity.

On the contrary, his heavy heart pounded even harder. Blood surged through his veins, carrying with it a fervor called ambition and the desire to conquer.

These few crazy women on Earth have already given him a taste of the sweetness of wielding absolute power. Wanda's magic, Susan's Force Field, Gwen Stacy's assassinations, Natasha's intelligence—these once high and mighty heroines now have to kneel at his Throne and beg for mercy.

But this also means that the stage of Earth is beginning to feel crowded for him.

Hela? Goddess of Death?

Lynn licked his chapped lips. He eagerly anticipated the Asgard Executioner's expression when he descended to Earth from the stars and saw the group of equally crazed and possessive women around him.

This planet had long since become a powder keg filled with nuclear bombs. And he thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of sitting on top of that powder keg and smoking.

Lynn lowered his head and glanced at his current state.

The white lab coat, originally made of top-quality materials, had been torn into tattered strips by the violent energy during the process of fusing with Genes and fighting Hela, and was now hanging loosely on the shoulders.

On the pale skin, there was a layer of dark red bloodstains that had seeped from the pores during the metamorphosis, mixed with sticky sweat, and emitting an extremely unpleasant fishy smell.

The muscles were fuller and firmer than before, and every inch of them contained explosive power capable of tearing steel apart.

"It's filthy." Lynn frowned, casually ripped off the rags from his clothes, and threw them into the messy laboratory.

He turned and walked toward the specially designed elevator in the basement.

The elevator doors slid open silently, and Lynn pressed the button for the top floor.

On the top floor of the Baxter Building, there's a private Bathroom with the best view in all of New York. Originally a luxurious space that Reed Richards created specifically for Susan, it now belongs solely to Lynn.

Upon entering the Bathroom, the smart sensor system immediately illuminates a soft, warm light.

Lynn walked under the huge showerhead and turned on the hot water at the highest setting.

"Whoosh--"

Scalding water cascaded down like a waterfall, slamming against his broad back and strong shoulders. The intense heat caused thick steam to rise rapidly in the Bathroom, fogging the surrounding floor-to-ceiling windows.

The water flowed along the lines of his pale muscles, washing away the dark red bloodstains little by little, and gathered into a pale red vortex at the drain at his feet.

Lynn closed her eyes, braced her hands against the cold marble wall, and let the hot water wash over her body.

He could clearly feel that the several top-level energies in his body that were originally mutually repelling were now lying dormant deep within his cells, like docile hunting dogs.

With a single thought, his Chaos Magic could tear apart the space before him; with a clenched fist, the Dark Phoenix's Dark Golden Flame could burn this building to ashes.

The feeling of holding immense power in one's palm is simply intoxicating.

Just as Lynn tilted her head back to rinse the foam from her hair, the temperature in the Bathroom suddenly plummeted without warning.

It wasn't the coolness of an air conditioner, but a chilling cold that pierced to the bone and robbed one of all life.

"Click click..."

The scalding hot water spraying from the showerhead mysteriously stopped in mid-air. The water droplets defied gravity, hovering above Lynn's head, where a layer of white frost quickly formed on their surface, then turned into tiny ice beads.

Lynn's neck hairs stood on end instantly.

The Spider-Sense issued a sharp warning in his mind, but this time the warning was not for a physical attack, but for some kind of higher- Dimension mental intrusion.

That familiar, nauseating stench, mixed with the scent of Bathroom Shower Gel, forcefully invaded his nostrils.

Then, the voice came again.

This time, it did not travel through the air or rely on any substantial medium; instead, it penetrated directly into Lynn's body and reverberated deep within his soul.

"It's so delicious..."

The woman's whisper was ethereal and domineering, carrying a deathly allure that was both lofty and intensely thirsty.

How many disgusting marks are hidden in this body of yours?

The voice echoed in Lynn's mind like a cold, venomous snake, slowly crawling up his spine, flicking its tongue, greedily savoring his scent.

"That Witch who plays the Scarlet trick? That Spider-Man hiding in the shadows? Or that fool who thinks he has mastered the Force Field?"

Hela's murmurs revealed undisguised contempt and violence.

"Do they even deserve to leave their scent on you?"

The temperature in the Bathroom had dropped to freezing. The water glass on the sink shattered with a "crack," shards of glass scattering all over the floor.

Lynn stood still, letting the floating ice beads fall onto his shoulders. He didn't wipe them away, but slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils devoid of any warmth.

"Wash yourself clean, my little prey."

The whispers suddenly became extremely ambiguous, even carrying a hint of morbid panting.

"Once I tear open this tattered seal, I will personally descend upon Midgard. I will skin those women who cling to you alive, and boil their bones into soup."

"Then..."

"I will lock you beneath my Throne, and chain your neck with the thickest chains. You can only look at me, you can only belong to me."

The sound gradually faded away, finally turning into a chilling chuckle that vanished completely from Lynn's mind.

The frozen ice crystals in the Bathroom instantly lost their support and crashed onto the floor tiles with a "crash." The hot water from the showerhead gushed out again, quickly melting the ice crystals on the floor.

Temperatures began to rise, and moisture returned to the air.

Lynn stood under the showerhead, wiping the water from his face. He showed no panic at this morbid threat; instead, a dangerously smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Tie me to the Throne?"

Lynn chuckled softly, her voice sounding particularly chilling in the empty Bathroom.

"I'm afraid you won't have the life to take this chain."

He turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, then walked to the sink, stepping through the wet footprints.

Lynn looked up at the huge anti-fog mirror on the wall.

The mirror, which should have clearly reflected his face, was now covered with a strange, indelible layer of white frost.

In the very center of that layer of white frost, moisture was gradually gathering and drifting, like an invisible paintbrush outlining lines on the mirror surface.

Lynn squinted, staring intently at the mirror.

A few seconds later, the water vapor froze.

A jet-black Crown pattern covered with sharp barbs was prominently printed on the mirror, directly facing Lynn's forehead.