A victor's morning bearing, the Shura Field escalates again

When the bedroom door lock finally made a soft "click" after a long night of silence, the three women guarding the door tensed up almost simultaneously.

The voice, like a command or a death knell, shattered all their illusions.

Lynn walked out of the door.

He had changed into a clean set of black casual clothes, his expression calm, as if he had just had a good night's sleep. His eyes were deep, revealing no emotional fluctuations, and he didn't even glance at them.

However, it is precisely this extreme, taken-for-granted tranquility that is most hurtful.

Immediately afterward, a figure gracefully emerged from the doorway.

In that instant, the already cold air in the corridor seemed to have its last bit of warmth sucked out.

It's Gwen Stacy Stacy.

She was wearing a white shirt that belonged to Lynn, so oversized it almost covered her entire body. The hem of the shirt barely covered her upper thighs, revealing a pair of straight, long, and flawless legs. The top two buttons were casually undone, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin. Her brilliant blonde hair was draped somewhat messily over her shoulders, and her face still had a sickly flush that hadn't completely faded.

She walked barefoot on the cold alloy floor, following closely behind Lynn, like a pet that had finally gained its master's favor and could no longer look away.

When her gaze passed over Lynn's shoulder and met that of the three women outside the door, her sky-blue eyes revealed an undisguised arrogance and provocation befitting a "victor."

Boom!

An invisible storm suddenly erupted in the corridor.

Wanda's Scarlet eyes blazed instantly. The air around her began to distort, and visible streaks of Scarlet lightning, like tiny venomous snakes, writhed wildly at her feet, scorching the hard floor with crackling marks. Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. The jealousy that threatened to Soul Shattering transformed into a pure, all-consuming urge to destroy everything.

Hela did not move.

But centered on her, a layer of black frost, carrying the Aura of Death, was spreading wildly in all directions at an alarming speed. Walls, ceilings, floors... everything groaned under the unbearable weight of this extreme cold. Her exquisitely beautiful face was now filled with only a cold, murderous intent that seemed to come from the Abyss of the Underworld. Her pride as Deity was shattered in this moment by the gaze of that mortal woman.

Susan's figure flickered violently between invisibility and solidity, revealing the extreme resentment within her. Her pride in reason and wisdom, after witnessing this scene firsthand, was utterly consumed by a primal flame called "unwillingness." To win favor, she had offered up the entire Baxter Building, the Negative Zone Matrix, and even risked her life to fight the Dark Phoenix... yet in the end, she lost to a Spider-Woman who only knew how to manipulate and scheme?

The atmosphere in the entire corridor instantly plummeted to freezing point.

However, Lynn, at the center of the storm, seemed completely oblivious to it.

He didn't even glance back at Gwen Stacy, who was acting like a bully, nor did he pay any attention to the murderous intent emanating from the three women in front of him.

He simply strode through them, walking calmly.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, but carried a cold, unquestionable rhythm. Every step felt like stepping on the nerves of Wanda, Hela, and Susan, which were stretched to their limit.

This kind of disregard is more oppressive than any reprimand or suppression.

It was like an invisible shackle, tightly gripping their throats, leaving them with nowhere to vent their pent-up anger and murderous intent. Because they all knew that if they lost control here, they would completely lose the right to stay by this man's side.

Gwen Stacy followed closely behind Lynn, and as she brushed past Wanda, a subtle, triumphant smile played on her lips.

This action completely ignited the powder keg.

"You're asking for it!"

Wanda's voice was hoarse and distorted, and Scarlet Chaos Energy gathered wildly in her palm, forming an energy sphere powerful enough to completely erase Gwen Stacy from reality.

A murderous glint flashed in Hela's eyes, and countless jet-black Night Sky Sword formed from pure Death Energy silently appeared behind her, their tips all locked onto Gwen Stacy's back.

But at this critical moment...

"Owner."

A calm and decisive voice forcefully interrupted the impending deadly battle.

It's Susan.

She forcefully suppressed the jealousy and anger surging within her, quickly walked up to Lynn, bowed slightly, and adopted an extremely humble posture.

"While you were resting, we weren't idle."

Susan raised her hand, and a pale blue holographic screen was projected from her wrist terminal, hovering in front of Lynn.

At the very top of the light screen was a line of striking text: [Global Mutants Top Secret Files and X-Gene Asset Assessment Report].

"This is a gift we... prepared for you overnight."

Susan's voice trembled slightly, a tremor born of both anger and the tension of a desire for approval.

Wanda and Hela behind her froze simultaneously.

Looking at the report that represented their entire night's work, and then at Lynn's expressionless profile, their murderous intent and jealousy were instantly replaced by a stronger competitive desire to prove their worth.

Yes! Killing that spider woman will only anger our master.

But the most brilliant and satisfying revenge would be to completely outshine her "victory" with an undeniable and substantial achievement!

Lynn's steps finally came to a stop.

He slowly turned around, and for the first time, his gaze fell on the three women.

His gaze was cold, as if he were scrutinizing the performance of the three tools. Finally, his eyes settled on the holographic report, which he quickly flipped through page by page.

Charles's brain Star Map, the defense deployment of the Mutants Academy, the global coordinate distribution of Alpha-Level Mutants, and the design flaw analysis of the Sentinels...

Each of these represents a massive value capable of disrupting the world order.

A suffocating silence fell over the corridor once again.

Wanda, Hela, and Susan all unconsciously held their breath. Like three prisoners awaiting their final judgment, they nervously watched Lynn's every subtle expression.

Even Gwen Stacy, standing behind Lynn, quietly lost her smugness, replaced by a hint of wariness and unease.

She could sense that the "gifts" offered by these three women were extremely significant.

After an unknown amount of time, Lynn finally raised his head.

His gaze swept calmly over Susan, Wanda, and Hela.

"Very good."

He uttered two words.

His tone was flat, offering no hint of approval, yet it instantly eased the tension in the three women's hearts.

Next, Lynn's gaze turned to the file that was marked as "highest threat" —Professor X, Charles Xavier.

He extended his finger and gently touched Charles's portrait.

"Now that we've squeezed every last drop of value out of them..."

Lynn's voice was cold and cruel, devoid of any human emotion.

"Then it's time to get rid of this 'tool'."

His gaze slowly swept across the three women's faces, finally settling on the cold biological laboratory located on the fifth basement level.

"Who will shatter his last illusions?"