A noisy system bug, Lynn's psychic crushing blow
It was an illusion that was difficult to describe in words, almost like "omniscience".
Lynn closed his eyes, yet his consciousness spread across the entire planet with unprecedented breadth and depth.
He no longer needed Natasha's intelligence network, nor Susan's supercomputer. The mental network that Charles Xavier had spent his entire life building, connecting Global Psychic Network of Mutants, had now become an extension of his senses and the domain of his will.
Millions of shimmering points of light, representing X-Gene carriers, converged into a vast galaxy in his mental landscape. The brightness or dimness of each point of light represented the strength of his power; each flicker reflected the fluctuations of his emotions.
Joy, sorrow, anger, despair... countless emotions from all walks of life converged, yet none could shake Lynn's cold, Absolute Zero -sea-like heart.
He was like a newly enthroned Deity, coldly surveying the countless subjects on his territory, waiting to be dominated.
This sense of control is intoxicatingly beautiful.
However, just as Lynn was preparing to thoroughly screen the strategically valuable Alpha-Level and Omega-level "assets," his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
In this dazzling and orderly galaxy, an anomaly has appeared...
A bug.
In northern Canada, on the vast snow-capped mountain range near the Arctic Circle, a single signal point stands out as out of place.
Unlike other points of light, which present a stable white or blue color, it is a Chaos gray that constantly jumps wildly between "existence" and "non-existence".
It's like a dead pixel on a screen, a piece of garbled data, flashing wildly, exuding an aura of deconstruction and absurdity that is completely different from the rest of the Psychic Network.
Lynn's consciousness, tinged with a hint of indifference at being disturbed, focused on that direction.
The next second.
A jumble of thoughts, a mixture of cheap burritos, cheap cigars, and the pungent smell of gunpowder, accompanied by a series of illogical, vulgar, and even outrageous rants that defied all boundaries, suddenly surged into his mind like a mudslide on a spiritual level!
"Oh shit! Which bastard is spying on my brain again? Fuck! It feels like someone's using my brain as a toilet, and the kind that doesn't flush! Hey! Can you hear me? Is that bald guy crawling out of his grave again? Give me your name if you dare! I'll see if you, Wade, don't go through the internet cable, stuff your thing into your ass, and tie a pretty bow!"
Lynn's expression instantly became incredibly strange.
The sense of euphoria he had just experienced from controlling Mutants worldwide, a feeling of looking down on all living beings like Deity, was completely washed away by this sudden mental pollution.
He could even "smell" the nauseating smell of a burrito that looked like it had been fried in oil for three days.
"Wade Wilson..."
The name instantly flashed into Lynn's mind.
Deadpool.
A cosmic-level bug that theoretically shouldn't be detected by this X-Gene network. A madman who, due to being cursed by the Goddess of Death, gained immortality and Dimension perception beyond his own.
He knew he was living in a story.
Therefore, he was able to speak to the "audience" without restraint, to be aware of the "author's" presence, and to... detect the spying the moment he, this "new god," took over the internet, and retaliate in his unique, trash-talking style.
"That's interesting."
Lynn coldly assessed the situation from his own mind.
"But it's too noisy."
At this moment, he was taking stock of his most important assets and planning his grand scheme to take over Xavier's School of Thought. The existence of this madman was like a drunkard with a megaphone playing a two-person comedy routine on a loop, suddenly barging into a solemn symphony concert.
Extremely disappointing.
Just as Lynn, the mental noise intensified and became even more rampant.
"Hey! Not saying anything? Playing the deep thinker, huh? I bet you're the new handsome protagonist! Right? I knew it! This damn plot is finally going to revolve around me! Let me see... Hmm, those girls in your harem are really something! Especially that redhead, and that one with those long Asgard legs! How about we make a deal? How about I have one of them? I'm not picky! Really!"
"Shut up."
Lynn's patience had completely run out.
He did not choose to simply sever the connection with this gray node.
That's too passive.
For a newly enthroned Deity, merely blocking or muting the first challenger within his territory is a sign of cowardice.
They must be punished.
We must... make this noisy bug feel the majesty of the new god from the depths of its soul!
Lynn's consciousness suddenly rose within the Psychic Network, transforming into a cold deity overlooking the entire galaxy.
He is no longer just a user; he is the master of this network!
"In my name..."
Lynn's will, like a cold command, instantly spread throughout the entire network.
"... Mobilize all computing power!"
Boom--!!!
In that instant, millions of Mutants points of light scattered across the globe, no matter what they were doing or where they were, all felt a strange, soul-deep tremor at the same moment!
Their Psychic Power, whether strong or weak, was forcibly extracted and gathered by a supreme will without their knowledge!
If Charles could only "connect" with them, then Lynn was "dominating" them!
Endless spiritual energy, like rivers flowing into the sea, surged wildly towards Lynn, the central hub of the network!
This force was so immense that even the Cerebro that Susan had just set up, connected to the Negative Zone Matrix, emitted a sharp, strained shriek! Countless eerie blue arcs of electricity leaped wildly across the surface of the wreckage, and the lights throughout the laboratory flickered violently!
Lynn ignored all of this.
He frantically compressed and forged this immense spiritual energy—enough to instantly cause brain death in all living beings on a planet—under his own will!
An invisible hammer, made of the purest Psychic Power and crackling with Scarlet and dark blue lightning, slowly took shape in his Sea of Consciousness!
This hammer, though without a physical form, is heavier than any other substance in the world.
It carries the combined Psychic Power of millions of Mutants, and... the ruthless rage of a new god that cannot be challenged!
Yukon Territory, Canada, atop a snow-capped mountain.
A strange man dressed in a red and black bodysuit was humming a tune as he laboriously sliced through a reindeer he had just "convinced" with two samurai swords.
"Oh, Bambi, don't look at me like that. Your mother must have told you not to talk to strangers, but she didn't tell you that strangers in tight clothes are especially dangerous... Hey, my little audience, do you think eating this raw will cause tapeworm disease?"
Deadpool muttered to himself as he prepared to enjoy his "lunch."
At that very moment.
The expression on his face suddenly froze.
The next second.
"Aaaaaaaahh...
A bloodcurdling scream, so piercing it was almost inhuman, abruptly shattered the tranquility of the snow-capped mountain!
Deadpool dropped his knife and deer leg, clutched his head tightly with both hands, and rolled and convulsed wildly in the snow as if he had been electrocuted!
There was no physical attack.
There was no energy Impact.
It was an invisible hammer that traversed thousands of kilometers of space and struck his soul directly!
Pain!
An indescribable, purely mental anguish that transcends physical limits!
His brain was screaming, his thoughts were crumbling, and his proud self-healing factor, capable of instantly healing any physical injury, was utterly useless in the face of this attack!
This is not even a one -Dimension attack!
"My... my brain... is about to be... formatted..."
Black blood even seeped from Deadpool's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. For the first time, his incessant, fourth-wall-breaking thoughts became intermittent and jumbled.
"That... bastard... he... he unplugged the network cable..."
Baxter Building, underground laboratory.
Lynn slowly opened her eyes.
In his vast mental Star Map, the constantly flashing gray bug had now completely gone dark.
No, it didn't disappear.
Instead, around its perimeter, Lynn forcibly constructed a thick, lead-like black barrier using his immense Psychic Power.
He completely isolated this bug.
From then on, Deadpool could still be alive and kicking, but his noisy mind would no longer be able to access the Psychic Network dominated by Lynn.
The world is peaceful now.
A satisfied smile curved Lynn's lips. He was enjoying the absolute power he had to judge all living beings without leaving his house, and he prepared to refocus his attention on his plan to conquer Xavier's School of Thought.
However, at that very moment!
A sudden change has occurred!
In his Psychic Network, which had just regained its calm, two incredibly bright and terrifying energy alarms suddenly erupted in the coordinate area of "Westchester County"!
A distorted, chaotic, Scarlet mass, powerful enough to rewrite reality!
The other was a cold, deathly blackness, as if it wanted to devour all light!
Two Skyfather-level forces, like two Nova crashing into a calm lake, descended upon his network map! The energy fluctuations they emitted were so intense that they even caused widespread distortion and breakage of the mental connections in that area!
Lynn's pupils suddenly contracted.
He doesn't need to guess.
Wanda...
Hela...
They arrived.
A cold, expectant smile slowly appeared on Lynn's face.
"Looks like the real show is about to begin."