Ghost-Spider's secret protection, an early warning from a cross-dimensional yandere

Negative Zone, atop the Bone Throne.

Lynn's fingertips were casually tracing Jean Grey's smooth, fiery red hair. As the biggest contributor to extracting information from Pierce, she had won the favor of "serving the Throne."

At this moment, the former X-Men, now the host of the Dark Phoenix, was kneeling obediently beside the Throne, her eyes slightly closed, her face bearing an almost holy sense of satisfaction. She gently pressed her cheek against Lynn's knees, savoring this hard-won moment of tenderness that belonged only to her.

Dark Gold Phoenix Force rippled around her like a steady breath, bathing the entire Throne Hall in warmth and splendor, isolating her from Hela's Aura of Death and Wanda's Chaos aftershocks. It was a silent declaration, a mark of her "territory."

Lynn didn't speak, but quietly felt the warmth from her fingertips, and the undisguised, tsunami-like attachment and possessiveness in Qin's Mental World.

He knew that this momentary tranquility was merely a suffocating illusion before the storm. Hela and Wanda's resentment and jealousy were like two volcanoes about to erupt, gathering energy beneath the Siberia ice sheet. And Jyn's current docility was more like that of a ravenous Beast taking a brief rest after enjoying its prey; it would immediately bare its sharpest fangs at the slightest provocation.

Within this delicate balance, a strange rhythm, unique to another person, resonated without warning deep within Lynn's soul.

That wasn't Mind Link, nor was it magical communication.

The feeling was more like a Silk spanning the infinite universe being gently touched by a playful finger. Buzz

A soft sound echoed only in his own world.

Lynn's fingers paused slightly.

Jean Grey, immersed in bliss, immediately sensed the change. She slowly opened her eyes, a flicker of wariness and displeasure crossing her eyes, which held a destructive power. Who dared to disturb her mistress's time alone with her?

Lynn patted her head gently, as if to reassure her, but his gaze had already pierced through the Bastion of Negative Zone and was directed toward the endless sea of Dimension.

The next second, a light and slightly mischievous girl's voice rang in his mind, like the most intimate whisper.

"Hey Lynn! Guess what kind of little mouse I just caught for you?"

It's Gwen Stacy Stacy.

Accompanied by her voice, a dynamic image composed of countless Data Stream was projected directly into Lynn's consciousness in an incredible way.

The main character in the picture is Tony Stark.

He sat solemnly in his futuristic workspace, where countless lines of code and data models were flashing wildly on Holographic Projection in front of him. His personal AI butler, JARVIS, was giving a futile report in an electronic voice filled with unprecedented chaos and confusion.

"Sir, the intrusion... is undefinable. It doesn't follow any known network protocols; it's more like... a conceptual overlay. Our firewalls haven't been breached; they've simply... been ignored."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Tony's forehead. His proud technological Bastion were as fragile as paper in front of his opponent. The "Ghost-Spider" signature he was trying to track was not only not captured, but instead, like a virus, it leisurely "visited" his server.

It casually opened Stark Industries ' weapons development files, leaving behind a doodle with a funny face; it sneaked into the Avengers ' private communication channel and changed everyone's nicknames to comical ones; it even found Tony's treasured rare AC/DC album and played the loudest song on repeat.

This isn't an invasion at all; it's a Dimensionality-Reduction Strike attack.

Immediately afterwards, Gwen Stacy switched Lynn's "vision". He saw New York in another universe, with towering buildings and bustling traffic. Gwen Stacy, wearing a black and white Spider-Man suit, was elegantly standing on a Gargoyle statue on a Skyscraper, swinging her legs while watching the virtual screen projected on her wrist with great interest.

On the screen, Tony Stark is shown frantically trying to make a move.

"This world's Tony Stark is quite persistent, isn't he?" Gwen Stacy's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of girlish naiveté, but the content of her words made Lynn's heart sink.

"He actually tried to bypass that one-eyed man and investigate Washington, D.C. on his own, and even managed to find the 'address number' I left behind last time. He's really courting death."

She spoke casually, as if she were talking about an ant that had accidentally crawled onto the dining table.

"But don't worry," Gwen Stacy's tone became boastful, "I've cleaned the house for him. All the data related to you, all the clues that might lead to you, I've 'formatted' it for him. Now even if he disassembles JARVIS into parts, he won't find a speck of dust."

Lynn remained silent.

He knew that Gwen Stacy's so-called "formatting" was not a simple data deletion. It was a temporary "erasure" of Stark's existence at the information level, using her ability to cross Dimension. This method was almost identical to Wanda's reality modification, only with a smaller scope and greater precision.

Tony Stark... that name gave Lynn a long-lost sense of unease.

Unlike Pierce, a politician who can be easily manipulated, Stark is a true genius, a variable with boundless resources and a fanatical thirst for exploration. His investigation is like a Sword of Damocles hanging over Lynn's head, ready to sever the facade Lynn has painstakingly maintained at any moment.

Gwen Stacy's intervention temporarily resolved the problem. But Lynn knew very well that this also meant that Fourth Chess Player had officially entered the game.

"So..."

Gwen Stacy's voice trailed off, the lighthearted tone fading away, replaced by a somber, bitter question.

"I've been working so hard outside to handle all these troubles for you... and what about you, Lynn?"

"You must be very 'busy' right now, right?"

"I can smell it from across universes... a stench. Hmm, it smells like burnt feathers, and also like the coffin lids of ancient Asgard... Ugh, it's awful."

sarcastic and unsettling.

Extremely sarcastic and bizarre.

Every word she uttered was like a poisoned silver needle, precisely aimed at Jean Grey and Hela.

Lynn could even feel Qin, kneeling beside him, tense up instantly. Her eyes, which had just been full of love, now burned with Dark Gold, extremely dangerous flame. She had clearly "heard" the provocation from another woman.

The flames of war in the Shura Field have crossed Dimension and reached right in front of him in a way that Lynn least wanted to see.

He was attacked from both sides.

"Gwen Stacy," Lynn thought, responding in the gentlest and most sincere tone possible, "Thank you. You will always be my protector, and no one can replace you."

He first had to appease this obsessive guardian who was far away, yet constantly watching him.

"As for this place..." Lynn carefully chose his words, "It's just some 'work' that has to be done. You know, some trash always needs to be sorted."

He cleverly defined what Jyn, Hela, and Wanda were doing as taking care of his "garbage," which both affirmed their value and reduced their status to "tools" in front of Gwen Stacy.

"Really? Just 'sorting trash'?" Gwen Stacy chuckled, clearly not so easily fooled. "But I have a feeling you're about to be overwhelmed by the 'trash'. Do you need me... to come and help you?"

Lynn's heart skipped a beat.

Let her come over? That's not helping; that's detonating a nuclear bomb.

"No need, darling," Lynn immediately and softly refused. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I'll come find you after I've completely settled things here. Then, it'll just be the two of us, undisturbed by anyone."

He drew up a grand vision of the future that belonged exclusively to her.

This is the only method he can currently use.

Gwen Stacy, on the other end of the Silk, remained silent for a moment, seemingly pondering the truth or falsehood in Lynn's words.

After a long silence, she spoke again, her voice regaining some of its lightness, but the deep-seated obsession and warning were all the more pronounced.

"Okay, Lynn, I believe you this time."

"However, you must remember..."

"I will always be watching you, watching your every move, every single detail."

"Don't let me... find any more 'dirty things' that shouldn't exist in your world."

As soon as the words were spoken, the spider Silk connecting the two universes quietly snapped.

The Negative Zone returned to deathly silence.

Lynn slowly exhaled, but felt a chill on his back.

He looked down and met Jean Grey's eyes, which burned with a fire of jealousy and inquiry.

"Master," Qin's voice was still sweet, but every word was tinged with coldness, "Who... was that just now?"

Looking at the three Yandere goddesses (and one secretly watching) surrounding him, and Tony Stark frantically analyzing the anomaly with his genius brain, Lynn felt for the first time that things were sliding towards the brink of getting out of control.

This Shura Field, ignited by his own hand, seems poised to witness its first... massive explosion, powerful enough to overturn the entire card table, with the official arrival of the fourth player.