The Living Genes Bank Declaration, a Merciless Judgment That Stripped Away Dignity

In the Negative Zone, there was no wind, only an absolute cold that could penetrate to the bone.

The heel of Lynn's military boot lightly tapped against Scott Summers Summers's still slightly twitching fingers, producing a crisp, indifferent "click."

He stopped and looked down at the "slaughterhouse" he had created with his own hands.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, Ozone, and the burnt smell of Psychic Power being brutally crushed, all mixing together to create a nauseating odor unique to spoils of war.

He really liked the taste.

This represents absolute control.

His gaze, like that of a rancher inspecting his own pasture, slowly swept over the "raw materials" scattered haphazardly on the ground.

Ororo, the Storm, once a goddess who could command the wind and rain, was now as pale as a sheet, with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Even in her unconscious state, she was still curled up in fear.

Colossus Piotr's once-proud organic metal skin was now covered in fine cracks, like porcelain struck by a heavy hammer, never to be restored to its original state, leaving him in a pathetic state of being half-human and half-metal.

And those young Mutants students, who had once been full of dreams for the future, were now like a flock of fledglings soaked by a downpour, shivering and having lost all courage to even look up at him.

Their pride, their resistance, their so-called "will" have been utterly pulverized in that disproportionate mental crushing.

Now, it's time to brand these "livestock" that have lost their claws with their own new mark.

"It seems you all have some unrealistic fantasies about your current situation."

Lynn's voice was calm and devoid of any emotion, yet it was like a cold Scalpel, precisely slicing through the oppressive silence, allowing every Mutants could still breathe to hear it clearly.

X-Men? The Future of Mutants? Peaceful Coexistence Between Humans and Mutants?

He chuckled softly, a laugh filled with undisguised contempt for naive ideals.

"These words, from this day forward, will be completely erased from your barren memories."

Lynn slowly crouched down, extended his tactical-gloved hand, pinched Scott Summers's blood-stained chin, and forced him to raise his head and look directly into his eyes.

Let me tell you about your new identities.

Scott Summers's pupils were already dilated, but his remaining consciousness still made him tremble violently from the extreme humiliation. He wanted to struggle, wanted to roar, but his brain, severely damaged by the backlash of his mental attack, could not even form a complete thought.

Lynn's gaze swept over Scott Summers's head and down to all the Mutants crawling on the ground.

His voice, like a cold judgment, struck the depths of everyone's soul with clarity, word by word.

"First, you are Living Genes Bank."

"Your so-called 'talents,' those X-Gene you regard as glory, will become the most valuable raw materials in my hands. They will be extracted, analyzed, optimized, and replicated, and then injected into the bodies of warriors who are absolutely loyal to me, creating a truly perfect superhuman Legion that belongs to me."

"You... will become the cornerstone of a new era, in a way you never imagined."

Boom!

These words, like an invisible bomb, exploded in the minds of all the surviving Mutants!

Living Genes Bank?

Raw materials?

They... they're not human? They're just raw materials for extracting Genes?

A Mutants with blue fur stared wide-eyed in disbelief, making a strange "hoarse" sound in his throat as if he wanted to say something, but overwhelmed by extreme fear and absurdity, he vomited violently.

The other girl, who could control plant growth, seemed to have heard the most terrifying curse in the world. She covered her ears tightly with both hands, shook her head frantically, tears and snot streaming down her face, and made incomprehensible sobs.

This is crueler than killing them!

This is forcibly stripping them from the definition of "human"!

However, Lynn's announcement was not yet over.

He released Scott Summers's jaw, letting him slump down like a lump of mud, then stood up and continued to announce the second ruling in his completely flat tone.

"Secondly, you are Bioelectricity batteries."

"This Baxter Building is a living organism that is constantly growing. And its growth requires a huge supply of energy."

Lynn's lips curled into a cold, almost appreciative smile.

"Your life activities, every breath you take, every heartbeat, even your anger, your despair... all this bioenergy will not be wasted. You will be connected to the building's circulatory system, becoming the lowest-level, but most numerous, energy supply units."

"You will use your lives to light up my Throne and keep this temple running until your Genes are drained and your life energy is completely exhausted."

Biological... battery?

If the first declaration crushed their dignity, then this second one will scatter the crushed dust completely, leaving not a trace of its existence!

They are no longer heroes, no longer warriors, and no longer even beings with free will.

They're just... consumables.

It's a part that keeps the machine running...

Thump.

A Mutants was still barely kneeling rolled his eyes and fell straight backward, his heart stopping in terror from the sheer despair and fear he was experiencing.

Scott Summers's body stopped convulsing.

His eyes were fixed on the empty ceiling of the Negative Zone; those eyes, which should have shot out Destruction Beam, were now filled with nothing but deathly gray.

His soul was killed by Lynn's own hands at that moment.

Looking at the despair scattered on the ground, Lynn felt nothing.

He knew that fear and pain were the most effective tools for taming Beast. But that alone was not enough.

In the hearts of these "heroes," a last ember called "faith" still remains. They may no longer believe in themselves, but they will still believe in the figure who once led and protected them.

For example... Charles Xavier.

For example... Jean Grey.

Charles was already a broken man; his faith had collapsed and was no longer of any use.

So, only...

"The best way to completely destroy the faith of a group of people is to let them see with their own eyes how their worshipped 'god' humbly kneels at the feet of another god, wagging its tail and begging for mercy."

In Lynn's mind, the image of the Red-haired Woman appeared, along with the indelible Throne Brand that he had personally etched into her soul.

A perfect Warden who can completely crush the last psychological Defense Line of these Mutants...

A cruel yet amused smile slowly crept onto Lynn's lips.

He raised his hand and snapped his the Snap crisply.

"Snap."

The twisted door leading to the Baxter Building lit up again.

"The zither."

He called out softly, his voice carrying an undeniable command.

"Come over."

"Your fellow countrymen need a 'manager'."