The stirring of the Dark Phoenix Mark, gathering clouds of a mutant crisis

It was as if the flesh and blood of his left arm had been directly stuffed into a steelmaking blast furnace.

Lynn clenched his teeth, a strong metallic taste filling his mouth. He knelt on one knee on the cold alloy floor, his right hand gripping his left upper arm tightly. His nails dug deep into his flesh, but they couldn't stop the intense burning sensation that surged from the depths of his bones.

"Sizzle--"

The Dark Gold flames burned right through the fabric of the haute couture shirt, running wildly along the skin's texture. A pungent smell of burning flesh quickly filled the air, mixed with the bitter aroma of spilled coffee, making one's eyes sting.

"Master!" Natasha cried out in alarm, rushing forward without thinking. Her hands had just touched Lynn's shoulders when she was violently thrown away by a powerful, Dark Gold heat wave, slamming heavily onto the edge of the Holographic Projection table.

"Don't touch me!" Lynn squeezed out the three words through gritted teeth, large beads of cold sweat hitting the floor and splashing up tiny droplets.

This is not a normal energy outburst.

This was the madwoman in the underground base of Xavier's School in Westchester County. After feeling the immense energy Impact of Hela's arrival, she completely tore off her facade of rationality. She transcended the distance of space, following the Genes imprint remaining in Lynn's body, and issued the most brutal declaration of possessiveness.

"It's so hot... and it smells disgusting."

Hela narrowed her long, narrow eyes, and a jet-black Night Sky Sword instantly materialized in her palm. She stared intently at the twisted, Dark Gold flame on Lynn's left arm, her Goddess of Death intuition sending chills down her spine. It was a destructive power capable of burning the Nine Realms, including the Underworld, to ashes.

"Who is it? Who dares to leave a mark on him?!"

Wanda's reaction was more intense Hela's. Scarlet Chaos Particles spun wildly in her eyes, and the gravity on the top floor of the entire Baxter Building instantly went out of control. Sofas, broken glass, and metal parts all floated in mid-air. Like an enraged lioness, she lunged forward with both hands, trying to use Chaos Magic to forcibly tear the Dark Gold flame from Lynn's flesh and bones.

"Get out of my way! All of you, stand back!"

Lynn abruptly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Wanda and Hela as they tried to approach. The Super-Soldier Serum and Spider Genes within him were frantically breaking down and reforming under the intense heat, and the violent spasms caused his muscles to tremble violently.

He doesn't need these women to save the day.

If he can't even suppress a mental projection, how can he secure his Throne in this Shura Field?

Lynn took a deep breath and forcibly severed the system's Pain Suppression. He was going to use his clearest senses to face the most ferocious bird in the entire universe.

"Boom!"

The reality before my eyes collapsed instantly.

Lynn's consciousness was forcibly pulled into a Mental Cage made entirely of Dark Gold flames by an irresistible, violent suction force.

The temperature here is so high that even your thoughts would melt. Beneath your feet is churning lava, and above you are endless clouds of fire.

In the very center of the sea of fire, a woman's Spiritual Entity floated.

She had a head of fiery red hair that cascaded down her back, and her eyes were filled with pure Dark Gold light. There were no pupils, only endless destructive desire. Countless transparent chains made of Psychic Power pierced through her collarbone, limbs, and neck, imprisoning her in place.

That was the mental shackles that Charles Xavier had planted with half his life's blood.

"You..."

The Red-haired Woman abruptly lowered her head, staring intently at Lynn, who had burst into the cage. Her voice was like two red-hot irons rubbing against each other, so grating it sent chills down one's spine.

"You... smell like too many women."

Jean Grey, or rather, the fully awakened Dark Phoenix persona, let out a piercing scream that tore through Lynn's brain. Dark Gold flames transformed into countless ferocious bird beaks, sweeping down upon Lynn.

"That bitch who plays with red magic... that corpse covered in Death Energy... I'll burn them all to ashes! I'll burn every inch of air around you clean! You're mine... you can only be mine!"

Extreme jealousy. Extreme possessiveness.

She didn't even care about Lynn's wishes; she just wanted to drag Lynn into this sea of fire, melt him into her very bones, and imprison him forever.

Faced with this morbid sense of oppression that could instantly crush the spirit of an ordinary person, Lynn not only did not back down, but instead curled up an extremely cruel sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Burn it clean?"

Under the scorching heat, Lynn strode step by step through the lava toward the Dark Phoenix, who was chained up. The Death Force and Chaos Magic within him intertwined on the surface of his Spiritual Entity, forming a layer of black and red armor that withstood the scorching Dark Gold flames.

"Look at you now, in this pathetic state, locked in a cage by a bald old man?"

Lynn walked up to Dark Phoenix, suddenly reached out, grabbed her burning neck, and slammed her against the void of fire.

"Insolence!" the Dark Phoenix roared in fury, its violent energy attempting to vaporize Lynn's arm.

"Shut up and listen to me." Lynn's eyes were colder than a glacier. He completely ignored the sizzling flesh on his palms, his cheek almost touching the tip of Dark Phoenix's nose.

"Want to kill them all? Want to have me all to yourself?" Lynn's voice was filled with extreme seduction and mockery. "Then break free of this leash, crawl out of that old man in the wheelchair's basement, and crawl to my feet."

Lynn tightened his grip on her neck, crushing this cosmic-level destructive will with the most domineering posture.

"Prove to me that you're sharper than those mad dogs outside. Otherwise, you don't even deserve to Shang-Chi me."

The Dark Phoenix's pupils trembled violently.

Her mind, built purely on destructive desires, had never encountered such arrogant and presumptuous reciprocation. Lynn's gaze, which regarded her as prey and a tool, did not enrage her; instead, it was like a shot of adrenaline, precisely piercing the depths of her morbidly admiring soul.

"I will..."

A chilling laugh escaped the Dark Phoenix's throat, and Dark Gold flames coiled around Lynn's arm in reverse, no longer burning, but rather licking with extreme greed.

"I'll burn that old man's brain out... I'll snap the necks of every woman who comes near you... Just wait for me..."

"Bang!"

The Mental Cage shattered with a deafening roar.

Lynn suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath. The cold Manhattan air filling his lungs gave him a surreal feeling.

The excruciating pain in his left arm receded like a receding tide. The raging, Dark Gold flame had completely subsided, transforming into a lifelike imprint of a Firebird with outstretched wings, deeply etched onto the inside of his upper arm.

"Owner!"

"Lynn!"

Four figures instantly surrounded them.

Susan's Invisible Force Field had completely sealed off the energy fluctuations of the entire building. Gwen Stacy gripped her dagger, warily watching for any non-existent enemies around her. Hela and Wanda, on the other hand, stared intently at the mark on Lynn's left arm, their eyes filled with a murderous intent that was almost tangible.

"Who was that disgusting smell of roasted bird just now?" Hela's nails dug into her palms until they bled, and the Death Force churned behind her. "Tell me the coordinates, and I'll go extract her soul and set it ablaze!"

Wanda didn't speak, but bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes red and frightening. She could feel that the power contained in that mark was even more domineering and exclusive than Hela's Death Force.

Someone is openly trying to take away Lynn's ownership from her.

Lynn, supporting himself on the edge of the Holographic Projection platform, slowly straightened up. He grabbed a towel from the table, casually wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then ripped off the burned shirt sleeve, revealing the Dark Gold mark nakedly to the four women.

"A woman who's crazier than you all, and who wants to lock me in the basement even more."

Lynn's voice was calm, yet it was like a depth charge, instantly detonating on the four women's tense nerves.

"She just promised me she'd burn you all to ashes and then have me all to herself." Lynn tossed the towel into the wastebasket, a smirk playing on her lips. "Do you think she can do it?"

Dead silence.

The air in the hall seemed to have been sucked out at that moment.

Hela's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints, and the Night Sky Sword emitted an extremely piercing shriek. The suspended matter around Wanda was instantly crushed into powder indistinguishable to the naked eye by the Chaos Magic. Susan's breathing became extremely heavy, while Gwen Stacy crushed the high-voltage stun gun in her hand.

envy.

A frenzied, unbridled jealousy.

Lynn's casual remark pushed these four women, who were already on the verge of exploding in Shura Field, into an extreme state of infighting, united in their hatred of the enemy.

They might tear each other apart, but they would never allow a complete stranger to so arrogantly declare his exclusive rights to Lynn!

"Where is she?" Wanda's voice was terribly hoarse, each word sounding as if it had been pulled from a pool of blood.

Lynn did not answer, but turned to look at the Holographic Projection screen.

On the screen, the red dots representing the X-Men Blackbird had broken through New York City's air defense identification zone and were approaching the Midtown Manhattan highway.

Charles Xavier, the bald professor who calls himself a peacekeeper, is offering himself up with his Genes bank, his Cerebro, and a Yandere host who could detonate the universe at any moment.

Lynn clutched his still throbbing forehead, feeling the energy within him that had become even more violent due to the Dark Phoenix Mark, and finally a smile of extreme excitement appeared on his lips.

He turned around and looked at the four top-tier combatants in front of him, whose killing intent was now completely boiling.

"The prey has delivered itself to our doorstep."

Lynn reached out and tapped Charles's image on the screen, his eyes as cold as a hungry wolf eyeing a flock of sheep.

"Go ahead. Tear those flying metal shells in the sky to shreds. Who can push that bald old man's wheelchair right in front of me...?"

Lynn paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over the four women's faces, which trembled slightly with intense desire.

"Tonight, for whom will the door to this top-floor bedroom be open?"