An Abyssal Mental Barrier, the Mutants' Last Desperate Counterattack

Negative Zone has no up, down, left, or right; it has no time or wind.

The air was filled with a pungent, metallic smell, a mixture of Ozone and Absolute Zero.

When Lynn's military boots stepped onto the floating platform constructed by Susan Stone's Mutant Power, he didn't feel solid ground, but rather a strange sense of emptiness stripped of all physical laws.

Before him, the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, once a symbol of hope and peace, now lay quietly like the dismembered and roughly stitched-backed remains of Beast in this non-Euclidean geometric prison.

The broken walls, the shattered lawn, and the iconic "X" emblem, half corroded by Scarlet energy crystals and half bearing the mark of Death Energy.

The entire Academy is like a giant tombstone covered with the words "spoils of war".

In front of the tombstone were the surviving "burial goods".

Dozens of Mutants lay or sat scattered haphazardly on the ruins of the Academy. Most of them were still unconscious, but a dozen or so, through sheer willpower or special physical abilities, managed to remain conscious.

When Lynn's figure emerged from the distorted Space Portal, all clear-eyed gazes, like iron nails drawn to a magnet, instantly focused on him.

In those eyes, there was a mixture of primal fear, the deepest hatred, and a trace of... a tremor of fear at a Deity power that even they themselves were unaware of.

"He... he's here..." A young Mutants with scaly skin stammered, his teeth chattering, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Stand up! All of you, stand up!"

A hoarse roar shattered the spreading panic.

Scott Summers Summers, the former leader of the X-Men, struggled to his feet with all his might. The Night Sky Sword Hela had left in his limbs had been removed, but the four bowl-sized bloody holes were still shocking, and every breath brought excruciating pain.

He could not stand steadily and could only brace his back against a broken section of the wall, his chest heaving violently.

His Ruby-Quartz Visor were nowhere to be found; those eyes, which should have unleashed Destruction Beam, could only stare intently at the man who was slowly approaching.

Lynn ignored the stares of these ants.

He is using his newly established Global Psychic Network to conduct the first comprehensive and ruthless scan and assessment of these "assets".

[Asset ID: X-007, Scott Summers Summers, Rating: Alpha. Genes sequence defects lead to unstable energy output, but it possesses extremely high development potential.]

[Asset ID: X-013, Ororo Monroe, Rating: Alpha. Currently in a coma, vital signs stable. Capable of weather manipulation, possesses planetary-level modification potential.]

[Asset ID: X-045, Piotr Rasputin, Rating: Beta+. Can transform body tissue into Osmium-like Steel organic metal, an excellent material for tanking.]

Labels flashed rapidly through Lynn's mind.

He was like the most discerning butcher, inspecting his livestock shed, judging with cold eyes which piece of meat was the fattest and which bone was the hardest.

This kind of scrutiny, where he was utterly objectified and stripped of all dignity, made Scott Summers feel a humiliation worse than death.

He could feel that invisible gaze, like a sharp Scalpel, dissecting his body layer by layer, deconstructing his Genes, and assessing his worth.

No!

They are not livestock! They are not materials to be slaughtered at will!

"Look at me!" Scott Summers roared with all his might, trying to draw Lynn's attention away from his unconscious companions. "You monster! You demon!"

Lynn's steps finally came to a stop.

He raised his eyes, and for the first time, those unfathomable black eyes truly met the gaze of this still-clamoring "defective product."

"Oh?" A faint, almost cruel smile curved Lynn's lips. "You still have the strength to speak?"

"We Mutants... will never yield!" Scott Summers straightened his back, which was tormented by excruciating pain. He looked around at his companions, who were also glaring at Lynn with hatred, and his voice trembled with emotion. "You can destroy our homes, but you can never destroy our will!"

"The professor's ideals... the spirit of the X-Men... will be passed down by us!"

For the future!

"For our race!"

With his final roar, a resolute and powerful Psychic Power erupted from his mind!

This is not something he did alone.

Inspired by Scott Summers's almost life-burning shouts, all the Mutants who were still conscious, regardless of strength, poured all their remaining Psychic Power into Scott Summers's consciousness without reservation!

A girl skilled in Telepathy, after releasing all her energy, collapsed to the ground, bleeding from her mouth and nose.

A boy who can communicate with machines rolls his eyes back and his whole body convulses.

They staked their last hope, their last anger, and their last shred of dignity on this desperate counterattack!

More than a dozen powerful Psychic Power twisted together into an unprecedented and incredibly cohesive Psychic Torrent!

This torrent transformed into an invisible sword burning with the flames of revenge, carrying the determination to shatter everything, transcending the distance of space, and fiercely and straight stabbed towards Lynn's brow!

This was their last act of resistance!

This is the Mutants's final roar!

However...

Faced with this fatal Impact that could instantly cause any Master of the Mind to suffer brain death, Lynn's expression remained completely unchanged.

He didn't even blink.

In his Mental World, the Mind Stone sword forged by a dozen Alpha and Beta Mutants was incredibly powerful.

But that's all.

"The light of a firefly dares to rival the brilliance of the moon?"

Lynn's heart remained completely undisturbed, filled only with a bored, condescending scrutiny.

He did nothing.

He just stood there.

However, the vast Psychic Network behind him, which had just been completed and covered millions of Mutants worldwide, was automatically triggered by this insignificant "provocation."

If Scott Summers were to say that what they had gathered was a stream of anger.

What Lynn controls at this moment is a boundless deep sea formed by the convergence of countless streams, rivers, and lakes!

Boom--!!!!

A terrifying roar that defied description and exploded on the level of the soul!

The sword of the Mind Stone, burning with the flames of revenge, failed to even stir a ripple the moment it touched Lynn's Mental Barrier. It was like an egg hitting a diamond, instantly... crushed to pieces!

No!

More than just crushing!

That vast Mental Barrier, as deep as the cosmic Abyss, erupted with a devastating backlash the moment it was attacked!

A pure mental crushing force, a thousand or even ten thousand times stronger than their attacks, surged back violently along the path they had come from, with an unstoppable momentum!

"Ah--!!!"

A series of shrill, inhuman screams echoed throughout the Negative Zone Prison!

The first one is Scott Summers.

His eyes instantly exploded into two clouds of blood mist! The terrifying mental backlash, like a red-hot iron spike, pierced deep into his eye sockets, brutally shattering all his thoughts!

He couldn't even let out a complete cry of pain before collapsing to the ground like a lump of mud, blood gushing wildly from his seven orifices, his body convulsing violently, his life force fading away at a visible speed.

Next came all the other Mutants participated in the attack.

Their bodies, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, fell backward violently.

Blood stained their faces.

Their eyes lost all their sparkle in an instant, leaving only the deepest, Eternity emptiness and despair.

In just one second.

The whole world returned to deathly silence.

All the standing rebels fell.

Only Lynn remained standing silently amidst the ruins.

He was completely unharmed, not even a wrinkle on the hem of his clothes.

He slowly lifted his foot and stepped over Scott Summers's still slightly twitching body, as if he were merely stepping over a stumbling block.

He walked to the center of the ruins, looking down at the "spoils" scattered all over the ground, and at the Survivor who had fallen into a deep coma due to extreme fear.

Rebellion?

It's over.

Now, these "raw materials," having lost their claws and even had their thoughts utterly crushed, pose no threat whatsoever.

Lynn's gaze fell on the few Alpha-level Mutants with the highest Genes ratings, his eyes flashing with a cold and efficient light, like an engineer preparing to begin fine processing.

A cold-blooded thought slowly surfaced in his mind.

"The last vestige of dignity has been crushed, so..."

"In order to completely destroy their psychological Defense Line and turn these proud 'heroes' into docile livestock..."

"... Perhaps it's time for their 'old friends' to personally carry out the guarding task."