A declaration of ownership: even the laws of the universe must yield to my rules

The charred flesh and blood writhed and regenerated rapidly amidst the swirling black aura of Death Energy, and the subtle sounds of bones rubbing against each other were exceptionally clear in this deathly silent top-floor space.

Lynn's right hand, which had been burned to a skeleton by the Phoenix Force, was recovering at a speed that defied the laws of life.

He ignored the excruciating pain that went deep into his bones, not even raising an eyebrow.

His gaze, cold and sharp, like a scalpel, slowly swept across the faces of the four women with their distinct expressions.

Finally, the image settled on Hela's stunningly beautiful face, a mixture of shock, resentment, and a hint of morbid fanaticism.

"Now," Lynn's voice, though not loud, struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, "Do you still feel wronged living here with me?"

The air froze.

The wind rushed in wildly through the broken French windows, making everyone's hair and clothes flutter, but it couldn't dispel the suffocating oppression.

Hela's pupils contracted sharply.

Wronged?

This word, like a poisoned thorn, pierced deep into the soul of her, Deity who had been proud for thousands of years.

She looked at Lynn, at the lingering, more pure and domineering Death Force of Aura of Death emanating from him than her own; at the terrifying crater at his feet, over five meters in diameter, piercing through the floor; and then at the Red-haired Woman behind him, unconscious and barely breathing...

Shock, an unprecedented shock, like a raging torrent, shattered everything she knew.

The Death Force she was so proud of seemed to have transformed into a superior authority in this man's hands, a power that defined "the Ending."

That formidable Dark Phoenix, whom even she found troublesome, was as vulnerable as a chick being strangled in front of this man!

This is no longer just powerful.

This is... utter domination! Absolute suppression on a life level!

Hela's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something to preserve her last shred of dignity, but her throat felt like it was filled with lead, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Her pride, her pride as the Eldest Princess of Asgard and the Goddess of Death, was shattered by the absolute violence of the man before her, who could crush Cosmic-Level Energy with his bare hands. Not even a single decent fragment could be pieced back together.

Wanda, standing beside her, was trembling slightly and uncontrollably.

She stared intently at Lynn's perfectly intact right hand, without even a single scar, then glanced at Jean Grey, who lay motionless on the ground, seemingly dead.

Heartache, lingering fear, jealousy, terror... countless emotions intertwined and collided wildly in her heart, almost burning her reason to ashes.

She felt sorry for Lynn's injury, and was also jealous that damned Red-haired Woman had managed to hurt him!

She was terrified by the tyrannical aura emanating from Lynn that even made her Chaos Magic tremble, yet she also felt a twisted sense of pride and security that this power belonged to the one she loved.

Susan and Gwen Stacy were so stunned by the overwhelming scene before them that their minds Impact blank, and they could only subconsciously hold their breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Lynn did not wait for Hela's reply.

Because he doesn't need it.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, his indifferent eyes as if he were looking at an insignificant decoration.

This utter disregard shattered Hela's arrogance more effectively than any humiliating words.

Lynn turned around and walked toward Jean Grey, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

His steps were slow, each one seemingly pressing on the tense nerves of everyone present.

Thump.

Thump.

He walked up to Qin and looked down at her.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he stretched out his newly healed right hand, grabbed Jean Grey's fiery red hair, and roughly lifted her off the ground!

"Well..."

The violent pulling caused Qin, who was unconscious, to let out a painful groan and instinctively furrow her brow.

Lynn remained expressionless, simply grabbing her by the hair like a dead dog, dragging her step by step to the only relatively intact Holographic Projection table in the center of the office.

"Bang--!!!"

A loud bang.

He slammed Jean Grey's head hard against the hard Alloy Projection Platform!

The surface of the Projection Platform instantly cracked and emitted a piercing electrical sound.

This completely jolted Qin awake from her unconsciousness.

She suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of confusion flashing across them before being replaced by boundless fervor and infatuation.

"Host..."

She was about to utter a dreamlike murmur when Lynn's next action completely interrupted her.

Lynn released her hair and instead used the hand that she had once burned to the bone to press her face hard against the cold Projection Platform.

Listen.

Lynn leaned down, his icy breath brushing against Jean Grey's ear.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable, chilling quality that seemed to freeze the soul.

"Here, put away your pathetic and cheap possessiveness."

"You are not a Phoenix, nor a god; you are merely a trophy."

His gaze slowly swept over the four stiff-bodied women not far away.

"Just like them."

These words, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded simultaneously in the minds of the five women!

Hela, Wanda, Susan, Gwen Stacy... all the color drained from their faces instantly!

Loot?

Like them?

This man actually... actually treated them all as... indiscriminate private property?!

Humiliation! Anger! Resentment!

However, these emotions seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Lynn's domineering and tyrannical aura.

"Remember my rules."

Lynn's fingers slowly increased the pressure, almost crushing Jean Grey's skull.

He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, as if branding the rules into the very soul of everyone present.

"First, only I can touch my things. If I see any more infighting among you caused by jealousy, your fate will be the same as this building."

He glanced out the window at the glass curtain wall that cascaded down like a waterfall.

"Second, obey every order I give, without questioning or refusing."

"Third, and most importantly..."

Lynn's voice suddenly turned chilling and piercing.

"... Don't even try to guess what I'm thinking, and don't attempt to challenge my bottom line. Because my rules even make way for the so-called laws of the universe!"

The moment the words left his mouth.

A terrifying aura, a fusion of death, Chaos, and Phoenix Force, erupted from his body, sweeping across the entire top floor like a tsunami!

"Thump!"

The first to kneel was Susan.

She could no longer bear the immense pressure that seemed to crush her soul. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to her knees in a sorry state, her forehead drenched in cold sweat, her body trembling like a leaf.

Next up was Gwen Stacy.

She gritted her teeth, trying her best not to give in, but the force was like an invisible mountain, crushing all her willpower, and her knees slammed heavily onto the floor full of debris.

"I..."

Wanda's eyes flashed Scarlet light wildly; she wanted to rebel, to question, to declare that she was different.

But when she met Lynn's eyes, which were devoid of any emotion and icy cold, all her words and all her strength were instantly frozen.

His eyes were telling her: if she dared to say another word, she would lose him completely...

This realization terrified her more than any form of torture.

"Thump."

The Scarlet light dimmed, and the proud Witch lowered her noble head, kneeling down in humiliation and humility.

Now, only Hela remains.

She stood there, her body taut, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

She is the Goddess of Death! Odin's eldest daughter! The Conqueror of the Nine Realms!

She could die in battle, but she would never... kneel!

Lynn released Jean Grey, slowly straightened up, and calmly looked at Hela.

He didn't say anything, he just quietly looked at her.

One second.

Two seconds.

Five seconds.

Hela felt as if she were being stared at by a ferocious beast from the primordial era, its gaze piercing through her divine body and looking directly into the deepest fear and... desire of her soul.

Ultimately, the distorted instinct for power, forcibly ignited by violence and tyranny, overwhelmed her last shred of dignity.

She slowly, very slowly... knelt down on one knee.

Next, the other leg.

This Goddess of Death, who once made the Nine Realms tremble, knelt before Lynn, lowering her head—a symbol of divine authority—that she had never bowed to anyone before.

At this moment, the Shura Field was forcibly frozen by absolute power.

Lynn stood in the middle of a scene of devastation, looking down at the five top-tier women, powerful enough to overturn the universe, kneeling in a circle at his feet.

His handsome face showed no trace of pride, only an aloof indifference befitting a ruler.

He succeeded.

He used the most brutal and direct methods to completely tame this group of unruly Yandere, establishing indelible and absolute rules in their hearts that belonged to him.

After doing all this, Lynn's gaze finally shifted from them to the wheelchair that Gwen Stacy had fought so hard to retrieve, which was still lying unconscious in the corner.

The spoils have been counted.

The crisis has been resolved.

So what's next...?

A meaningful smile curved the corners of Lynn's mouth.

It's time to reap the most lucrative... assets from this conflict.

The X-Gene, and the entire Mutant Race it represents.