An oracle in their minds, Lynn's intervention across space

Baxter Building, top floor.

Lynn sat upright on the "God Throne" forcibly pieced together from the remnants of the Cerebro and the Negative Zone Energy Matrix, his eyes tightly closed.

His consciousness is extending across the entire planet in an unprecedented way.

The newly constructed Global Psychic Network, like a boundless spider web, incorporates millions of Mutants mental nodes scattered around the world into his perception.

Every Mutants's fear, hope, anger, and sorrow... were transformed into the finest Data Stream, flowing into his mind. At first, it was an almost omniscient and omnipotent, intoxicating sense of control. He could "see" a panicked teenager on the streets of Tokyo due to the awakening of his abilities, and he could also "hear" the lonely heartbeat of a self-exiled Mutants under the Siberian Ice Fields.

But soon, an extremely noisy and chaotic "noise" violently intruded into his newly established "peaceful kingdom" from the direction of Westchester County.

It was the roar of two energies, Scarlet and pitch black, Chaos and death.

It was the desperate, agonizing cry of hundreds of Mutants souls emanating simultaneously from the brink of collapse.

Through the Psychic Network, Lynn "saw" everything clearly.

He saw the Academy, uprooted and suspended high in the sky, like a porcelain vase on the edge of a broken piece, beginning to disintegrate from the inside under the struggle of two Skyfather-level forces.

He saw Scott Summers Summers being torn apart by two completely different forces, his body making cracking sounds as he struggled under the strain. In the eyes of the X-Men leader, there was only a manipulated, numb emptiness.

He saw Wanda and Hela.

A pretty face contorted with rage, her Scarlet eyes burning with a fastidious fury that screamed, "How dare you dirty my things?"

The other had a frosty expression, and his dark green eyes swirled with an overbearing possessiveness that seemed to say, "You dare to steal the prey I set my sights on first?"

They didn't even consider the Mutants in the Academy beneath their feet as living beings; they were merely moving, precious... trophies to prove who was more favored by their "master."

Now, they've almost ruined this trophy.

Lynn's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Madness."

Two cold words echoed deep within his consciousness.

He wasn't angry, but felt a sense of utter annoyance stemming from absolute reason. It was like a meticulous Clockmaker watching two apprentices fight each other with hammers over an expensive gem, on the verge of smashing the gem and the entire workshop to pieces.

He could open a portal and descend in person, just like he did in New Mexico, to forcibly suppress them with absolute violence.

But that would be too undignified.

A tyrant's authority lies not in constantly waving his fist, but in the fact that even from a thousand miles away, a single glance or a single word can make the most unruly beast grovel and tremble in fear.

not to mention...

He just got such a fun new toy.

Lynn's consciousness sank into that vast, ocean-like Psychic Network formed by the convergence of the minds of millions of Mutants. He began to mobilize, integrate, and compress...

If Charles uses this machine to "communicate" with Mutants all over the world...

So Lynn intended to use this machine to deliver his "divine pronouncements" to the entire world.

Westchester County, high altitude.

"Snap--!"

With a deafening roar, a large section of concrete structure, including the lawn and foundation, at one corner of the main Academy building finally succumbed to the tearing force of the energy and completely fractured!

Dozens of young Mutants students screamed in terror on the shattered "island" as they plummeted into the bottomless clouds below, along with the rubble of the building!

"No!"

Ororo's eyes widened in horror. She tried with all her might to summon a gale to support them, but the chaotic energy field suppressed her Mutant Power to watch helplessly as those young lives disappeared from sight.

Despair, like a plague, spread in the hearts of every Survivor.

The two Deity in the sky, however, remained oblivious to this.

"Let go! You lowly mortal Witch!"

Hela's roar shook the heavens, her Death Force pushed to its limit, and even the black Night Sky Sword showed Runes runes from the deepest part of the Underworld that Odin had never seen before!

Shut up! You crude muscle-brained idiot!

Wanda refused to yield an inch, her Scarlet Chaos Chain blazing brightly, and the power to distort reality began to irrationally dissect and Oblivion the structure of the Death Force!

Their struggle has reached a fever pitch.

They only see each other, only think about how to overpower each other, and prove to that man that they are the most valuable and irreplaceable one!

This Academy, along with everyone inside, will be reduced to dust in their "involution"!

Just then--

The world fell silent.

It's not auditory silence.

Rather, it is a deeper, more soul-rooted, absolute stillness...

Hela, who was frantically channeling the Death Force, suddenly froze.

Wanda, who was unleashing Chaos Magic at full power, suddenly froze in her Scarlet eyes.

They could feel the energy, powerful enough to tear space apart, still surging in their palms, but it was like a movie still frame that had been paused, eerily frozen in place.

The falling building debris stopped.

The Mutants, who was wailing, stopped.

Even the dust particles flying in the air seemed to defy the laws of physics, coming to a stop.

Time and space seemed to be instantly grasped by an invisible giant hand!

Immediately afterwards.

A voice, without warning, resounded simultaneously in the deepest part of everyone's mind.

That wasn't a sound transmitted through air vibrations; it was the direct arrival of a will.

Cold.

majesty.

It contained no human emotions, as if it were the oldest and most fundamental law proclaiming its existence at the very beginning of the universe.

That's enough.

Just two words.

It was like a heavy hammer containing the power of creation and destruction, smashing down hard on the soul of every being!

"Boom--!"

Hela and Wanda's minds went blank!

The violent energy outside their bodies, powerful enough to destroy a planet, receded uncontrollably and like a tide the moment those two words were uttered, as if Beast had encountered its natural enemy.

That power they were so proud of, that made them look down on all living beings, became as docile as a frightened kitten in the face of that voice!

Scott Summers, pinned to the ground and on the verge of collapse from being torn apart by two forces, also heard that voice. He felt no pressure, yet in that instant, he forgot even the pain.

Ororo, along with all the surviving X-Men and students, were stunned.

They looked up, gazing blankly around.

Where did that sound come from?

No, that sound is everywhere!

It's right there in my head!

Who is it talking to?

No, it's speaking to all of us!

What is that...?

Is it God?

Even more... than the Goddess of Death and the Scarlet Witch...

Just as everyone was plunged into endless horror and confusion, that voice rang out again.

This time, it split into two streams.

One warning, chillingly cold, was directed solely at Wanda and Hela.

"You're breaking my things."

!!!

Wanda and Hela's bodies trembled violently!

That arrogant, haughty, and overbearing expression vanished instantly! In its place was a kind of panic that they themselves had never experienced before, a panic that came from the depths of their souls!

It's Lynn!

It's him!

He saw it! He saw everything!

They were like two children who broke the most expensive vase in the house while fighting over a toy, caught red-handed by their strict father when he came home from get off work!

Meanwhile, another, more powerful and indifferent voice resonated clearly in the minds of every Mutants.

The old gods are dead.

"Your struggles, your ideals, your future..."

"From this moment on, it all means nothing."

That cold oracle inscribed its final words upon the ruins of all Mutants ' crumbling faith.

"Submit to me."

"Or, turn to dust."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The power that had imprisoned the entire space quietly dissipated.

The wind began to howl again, but the Academy, which was on the verge of collapse, was steadily held up by an invisible force.

The world resumed its normal rhythm.

But everyone's worldview has been completely overturned.

Above the sky.

The two powerful beings at the Skyfather-level, Wanda Maximoff and Hela Odinson, who had just been fighting like world-destroying gods and demons, now resembled two stone statues whose arrogance had been drained.

They stood frozen in place, their faces deathly pale, not daring to release even a trace of excess energy.

That arrogant and haughty attitude, that contempt that regarded all living beings as ants, has vanished at this moment.

Instead, what slowly emerged from the depths of those Scarlet and dark green eyes was the same, ultimate...

Fear and awe.

Upon hearing their master's voice, their first reaction was not one of grievance or resentment, but rather...

Did I disappoint him?