Harvesting X-Genes, the Dark Phoenix's Pathological Dormancy

A frigid wind poured wildly through the huge hole in the top floor, whipping up charred dust and shards of glass, making a wailing sound.

Lynn released his hand from Jean Grey's head and slowly straightened up.

He didn't look at the five women at his feet, some kneeling, some lying down, each in a different posture but all exuding an aura of humiliation and fear. His gaze passed through the mess and landed on the overturned wheelchair in the corner of the office, and the completely wrecked metal helmet next to it, which was crackling with electricity.

Spoils of war.

The real spoils of war.

Compared to these emotionally unstable "pets" who could turn on their owners at any moment, the old man in the wheelchair, and what his mind contained, was the most valuable takeaway from this conflict.

"Very good."

Lynn felt nothing; in fact, she was somewhat satisfied.

The appearance of the Dark Phoenix was an accident, but also a perfect "catfish." It not only pushed these women to their limits and revealed their true colors, but more importantly, it made Lynn personally establish bloody rules for them.

With the most primal violence, the word "obedience" was etched into the depths of their souls.

Now, it's time to take stock of the harvest.

Lynn's mind stirred slightly, and he stopped suppressing the Death Force and Chaos Mark that he had forcibly crammed into Jean Grey's soul. What he wanted to do was not to obliterate the Phoenix, that would be too wasteful. What he wanted was to tame it.

He loosened the chains that bound his mind.

Jean Grey, who was being pressed against the Projection Platform, suddenly trembled. Her eyes, which had just opened and were filled with fervor and obsession, instantly lost focus, and she collapsed limply like a puppet with its strings cut.

The faint, still destructive Dark Gold flames emanating from her body receded rapidly like a receding tide, vanishing without a trace. Her fiery red hair also lost its scorching luster, becoming dull.

The Dark Phoenix retreated into the cage of her Subconscious.

But Lynn knew this was not the end. In his mental perception, although the unruly Firebird had gone into hiding, Throne Brand made of pure death and Chaos Energy had been firmly engraved on its very soul.

Every act of resistance, every struggle, will brand you, bringing torment a thousand times more painful than the Soul Shattering.

Each act of submission yields a faint, yet powerful, feedback from the brand, a force that ultimately leads to its downfall.

This is the ultimate form of PUA, a collar specially prepared for Deity. From this day forward, this most powerful destructive force in the universe will only fawn over Lynn.

Gwen Stacy.

Lynn spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly breaking the oppressive silence.

The Ghost-Spider, kneeling on the ground, jolted violently and almost instinctively raised its head.

When she saw Lynn's gaze fall on her, her eyes, hidden beneath the mask, instantly blazed with an almost fanatical glory, as if she had been personally chosen by a "Deity."

"Master," she replied in a hoarse voice, filled with absolute obedience.

"Go, bring that wheelchair and that old man over here." Lynn's tone was calm, as if he were giving an order for something extremely ordinary.

"Yes!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Gwen Stacy endured the excruciating pain that felt like her bones were about to fall apart and leaped to her feet. Her movements were as swift as an arrow released from a bow, and she instantly darted to the corner.

She carefully straightened the wheelchair made of Special Alloy, checked on the unconscious Charles Xavier, then gripped the handles and steadily pushed him step by step towards Lynn.

Throughout the entire process, she dared not make the slightest noise, for fear of disturbing the tyrant who had just calmed his divine wrath.

Wanda, Hela, and Susan remained kneeling in place, motionless.

But their eyes followed Gwen Stacy's every move intently.

envy.

Undisguised jealousy.

Why her?

Why was this spider woman, who only knows how to ambush from the shadows, chosen by name?

Wanda's nails dug deep into the flesh of her palms, Scarlet Chaos Energy pulsating restlessly at her fingertips. Why? She was the one closest to him! She was the one who would destroy everything for him!

Hela's face darkened to a grim degree, almost dripping with gloom. She, the Goddess of Death, the Eldest Princess of Asgard, was to compete with these mortals, even a "thief" who wasn't even a god, for a man's attention? A humiliating disgrace! Yet, when she saw Lynn's indifferent profile, all her anger transformed into a twisted, insane desire to possess him completely and imprison him in the Underworld.

Susan kept her head down, her golden hair falling down, obscuring all the emotions in her eyes. But her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her extreme resentment.

Lynn was fully aware of their inner thoughts, but he didn't care.

That's exactly the effect he wanted.

An absolute authority, coupled with a strict reward and punishment system, will unleash the most frenzied competitive drive in this group of unruly women as they vie for that one and only "reward."

His gaze fell on Charles's aged and frail face.

"Professor X, Charles Xavier..." Lynn's lips curled into a cold smile, "The world's most powerful Telepathy, the leader of Mutants, a... walking treasure trove of the X-Gene."

He reached out and picked up the wrecked remains of the Cerebro helmet.

"And this... though rudimentary, the design concept is quite interesting. A tool that can infinitely amplify Mind Stone abilities, connecting the Global Psychic Network of Mutants..."

With it, combined with Susan's Supercomputer Matrix and his own Chaos Magic, he could instantly filter out all the Mutants in the world with potential.

A true Legion of superpowered individuals, truly his own, is beginning to take shape.

"Well done, Gwen Stacy."

Lynn lowered his helmet and finally turned his gaze to the Ghost-Spider that stood by him like a loyal dog, his tone carrying a hint of approval.

You didn't let me down.

Just one sentence.

Gwen Stacy's body visibly trembled.

She suddenly raised her head, and her eyes, hidden behind the mask, shone with an unprecedented light.

It was worth it!

All the wounds, all the pain, all the fear—at this moment, it was all worth it!

She succeeded! She seized the most important trophy in this hunt! She proved to her master that she wasn't the strongest, but she was definitely the most obedient and useful knife!

Lynn looked at her excited expression and sneered inwardly.

Sure enough, giving a slap followed by a sweet treat is the most effective way to tame these fanatics.

He slowly glanced around, looking at the faces of Wanda, Hela, and Susan, each etched with jealousy and resentment, and knew that the time was almost right.

It's time to ignite new conflicts.

"According to the previous rules," Lynn's voice rang out again in the deathly silence of the top floor, "Since you've secured the 'ticket' for tonight..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

But the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Boom--!!!

If Lynn's previous suppression was like forcibly freezing the entire Shura Field, then...

At this moment, these words are like a bomb thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the undercurrents beneath the ice!

Wanda suddenly raised her head, her Scarlet eyes filled with bloodshot veins and disbelief.

What?

rule?

The reward for that Hunting Competition... the Right to Be Alone tonight... he actually... still stands?!

A surge of jealousy a hundred times more intense than when she was provoked by the Dark Phoenix instantly overwhelmed her reason! She glared at Gwen Stacy, her eyes filled with a desire to erase her from the world with Chaos Magic!

Hela's body tensed instantly!

The murderous intent in her dark green eyes was almost tangible!

She could accept kneeling before this man because he was stronger than her! But she absolutely could not accept watching him walk into the bedroom with another woman!

That was her Throne! That was her queen's Royal Bedchamber!

Susan's breathing suddenly became rapid. She bit her lower lip hard, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, but she didn't notice. Why? She had given up the entire Baxter Building, the Negative Zone Matrix, and even risked her life to fight off the Dark Phoenix for him... and in the end, the one who received the privilege was this Spider Woman who hadn't given anything?!

Unfair!

This is the ultimate injustice!

Three gazes, filled with jealousy, anger, and murderous intent, were like three of the sharpest knives, fixed firmly on Gwen Stacy.

If looks could kill, Gwen Stacy would probably have been torn to pieces a million times over by now.

However, faced with this terrifying killing intent that would make any Deity tremble, Gwen Stacy simply straightened her spine.

She didn't look at the three women who wanted to tear her apart.

In her eyes, from beginning to end, there was only one person.

Lynn.

Her God.

Her master.

She won.

In this frantic, competitive battle, she risked everything and ultimately won.

Lynn took in everyone's reactions, and the corners of his mouth curved into an increasingly amused smile.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

By using a vague and illusory "privilege," their jealousy is completely ignited, making them even more frantic and reckless in the next competition.

"You guys have a problem with that?"

Lynn's gaze slowly swept over Wanda, Hela, and Susan, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The three women froze simultaneously.

The murderous intent was instantly suppressed by fear.

They remembered the Phoenix that had been crushed by a single hand, and the fear of being dominated by tyranny.

Opinion?

Would they dare to have it?

In the end, Wanda was the first to slowly lower her head, filled with extreme resentment and humiliation.

Hela snorted coldly and turned her face away, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Susan didn't even dare to lift her head.

Seeing this, Lynn nodded in satisfaction.

He turned away, ignoring the group of women with their turbulent undercurrents, and walked straight to his perfectly intact bedroom.

"Keep up."

He spoke calmly to Gwen Stacy behind him.

"Yes, Master!"

Gwen Stacy's voice was filled with an barely suppressed tremor of victory.

She straightened her back and, for the first time, glanced at Wanda and Hela kneeling on the ground with the air of a victor, then strode off, following closely behind Lynn.

Amidst three pairs of jealous gazes that seemed to burn her back, Gwen Stacy followed Lynn to the tightly closed bedroom door.

Lynn's hand landed on the doorknob.

Click.

A soft sound.

The door opened, and after the two entered, it slowly closed again.

That door, like an insurmountable chasm, separated the bedroom into two worlds.

Outside the door, there was an overwhelming sense of suppressed jealousy and madness.

Inside the door lies the victor's private time.

With the door completely shut, cutting off all sight and sound from the outside, Gwen Stacy's tense body finally relaxed a little.

As she watched Lynn's broad back, her breathing beneath the mask suddenly became rapid and hot.

Being alone...

She finally got her chance.

An opportunity to truly offer everything to one's master...

She doesn't need to offer up technology like Susan, nor does she need to possess world-destroying power like Wanda and Hela.

What she offered was herself.

It was her modified, unique body, and that twisted and corrupted heart that beat only for him...

Just as Lynn was about to say something, Gwen Stacy suddenly stepped forward and, from behind, with an almost reverent gesture, gently yet forcefully hugged his waist.

"Owner..."

Her voice, muffled through the mask, carried a strange, unsettling twist and longing.

You... can do anything to me.

"But, as a reward..."

Her hands began to tighten uncontrollably, as if she wanted to completely meld herself into Lynn's body.

"... Can I watch you all night?"

"Don't leave my sight for even a second."