A cross-dimensional yandere's long-distance poisoning stirred the romantic battlefield again

Earth-65, New York.

The cold rain, like an incessant drumbeat, pounded against the glass and steel of this Neon City.

At the top of a skyscraper, water droplets slid down a menacing stone beast adorned with dripping water, landing on a slender figure below.

Gwen Stacy Stacy, or rather, the Ghost-Spider, sat quietly atop the stone beast's head. Her signature white hooded battle suit was soaked through by the rain, clinging tightly to the girl's shapely curves.

She ignored the cold rain, her eyes, hidden behind pink goggles, were focused intently on her palm.

There, a semi-transparent spiderweb, woven from countless Pink-and-White Data Stream, is slowly rotating. At the center of the spiderweb is not any prey, but a series of dynamic, real-time monitoring images that transcend the barriers of the world.

The scene depicts Bone Throne in Negative Zone, and the figure that haunts her dreams— Lynn.

She saw it; she saw how Lynn, with imperial methods, divided the spoils of Siberia.

When Gwen saw Lynn hand over command of the Undead Legion to that Green-Robed Woman (Hela) who exuded an aura of Death Energy, Gwen Stacy merely curled her lip in disdain. A bunch of lifeless skeletons, nothing more than outdated toys.

When Gwen saw Lynn hand over Hydra's Technological Legacy to the woman (Wanda) who wielded Scarlet Energy, a Gwen Stacy smile played on her lips. Mortal junk, unable to even penetrate her web, what value could it possibly hold?

But when she saw Lynn hand over the "future," the management of the entire Mutant Race, to that Red-haired Woman (Jean Grey), Gwen Stacy's relaxed and playful expression instantly froze.

She saw Jean Grey standing beside Lynn, her posture both docile and possessive.

She heard Lynn's almost indulgent promise to Gin: "Do whatever you want."

"Bang!"

The Data Web in Gwen Stacy's palm fluctuated violently for a moment, nearly collapsing. An uncontrollable, cold jealousy and rage, like Venom, instantly spread throughout her body.

Mutants... the future...

These words, like poisoned Steel Needles, pierced Gwen Stacy's heart.

For Lynn, she turned her back on her own world, lurking like a ghost in the cracks of Dimension, clearing away those presumptuous prying eyes for him, such as that Tin Can named Tony Stark. She carefully guarded "their" past and present, regarding Lynn's small apartment in Queens as an inviolable sacred place.

She thought she was Lynn's only "Watcher".

But now, this red-haired "old woman" has brazenly taken over the "future" from Lynn!

This is blatant aggression! It's a trampling on her territory!

"... Oh."

A cold, laced laugh, tinged with boundless rage, escaped from Gwen Stacy's lips.

"That old woman... she's really got a long way to go." She muttered to herself, her voice muffled by the rain, yet more chilling than the cold rain itself. "Did she think that just because she got his promise, she could take my place?"

no.

Absolutely not.

Lynn is hers.

His past, his present, his future, everything about him belongs only to Gwen Stacy Stacy!

Gwen Stacy slowly stood up, raindrops sliding down her delicate jawline. She looked up, and a terrifying, morbidly obsessive light shone in her pink eyeglasses.

Since that woman wants to play along, then she'll play along.

A head-on confrontation? No, that's too stupid; it will only make Lynn unhappy.

We must use a "smarter" method to make her break down, to make her go crazy, and to make her expose her ugliest and most out-of-control side in front of Lynn.

Gwen Stacy's fingertips traced a line in front of her, and an even larger and more complex digital web appeared out of thin air. Each thread of this web connected to a different Dimension, shimmering with different world scenes. This was her privilege, her ultimate control over the Multiverse Network as the "Ghost-Spider."

Her consciousness sank deep into the spiderweb, like a top-tier hacker traversing a vast ocean of data across countless Parallel Universe.

She was looking for something.

Like Lynn's "system," it was sealed deep within the simulation records, but because it was bound to her soul, it left behind a faint data backdoor... the "key."

She found it quickly.

That was a fragment of memory that had been sealed away.

On the ruins of Sokovia, atop the Clock Tower in New York... no, these are not enough. These deaths, though unforgettable, are not enough to completely shatter the powerful Mind Stone of a Skyfather-level.

She needed something more intimate, more affectionate, and more lethal.

Gwen Stacy's consciousness continued to descend, and finally, in a data safe marked "Gwen Stacy Stacy - Exclusive Instance - Ending CG", she found the sharpest knife.

That was a scene from a simulation where Lynn was surrounded by enemies from countless Parallel Universe while protecting her, and fought to the very last moment.

In the scene, Lynn was covered in blood, his life force almost completely burned away. He knelt on the ground, using his last strength to look up at her. His eyes, which usually held a hint of playfulness and rationality, were now filled with the purest, most unadulterated affection and longing.

His lips moved, and with his last ounce of strength, he softly called her name.

"Gwen Stacy..."

That call, tender and gentle, seemed to have used up all the strength of a lifetime.

Then, he smiled and transformed into countless points of light before her.

Gwen Stacy's fingertips gently traced the memory, a sickly yet satisfied smile spreading across her face.

This is it.

This is her "poison".

She carefully extracted this memory fragment from the massive Data Stream and meticulously "packaged" it using her own power. She erased all traces of the "simulator" and the "system," leaving only the core, purest image and emotion of "Lynn dying for Gwen Stacy."

Then, she disguised this deadly "Psychic Honey" as an extremely faint, extremely natural Psychic Fluctuation, as if it were a random occurrence of Cosmic Background Radiation.

"Go."

Gwen Stacy spoke softly, tapping her fingertip lightly.

That carefully disguised "poison" instantly crossed the Dimension Bastion, like a drop of ink silently falling into the ocean, drifting precisely towards the coordinates where Jean Grey was located.

"Let me see," Gwen Stacy sat back down on the stone beast's head, looking with interest at the image on the spiderweb in her palm, "When you discover that what you thought was 'unique' is just something I've already played with... what will that arrogant face look like?"

Negative Zone, beside the Throne.

Jean Grey is meditating with her eyes closed.

She had just received the Supreme Authority Over All Mutants from Lynn, and her entire soul was immersed in an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and happiness. She could feel the joyful leap of the Phoenix Force within her; that immense power, under Lynn's approval, had become more docile and powerful than ever before.

She had even begun to envision how to "visit" her kind and approachable "teacher," Charles Xavier, and her stubborn "old friend," Erik Lehnsherr.

She wanted them to understand that the future of Mutants didn't require ideals or struggle.

All you need to do is... offer your loyalty to the new Deity.

Just as she was filled with excitement, an extremely faint Psychic Fluctuation silently touched the barrier of her consciousness.

Qin's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

As one of the most powerful psychic beings on Earth, her Mind Stone world was like a heavily fortified Bastion. But strangely, this fluctuation was entirely non-aggressive; it was like a snowflake that had fallen by chance—gentle, pure, and even carrying a hint of...familiarity, Lynn's aura?

Is my master testing me in this way?

A sweet thought flashed through Qin's mind. Instead of resisting, she gently lowered her Psychic Shield and tenderly accepted this "snowflake."

The next second, her world collapsed.

There was no warning.

The moment that "snowflake" merged into her consciousness, it blossomed, transforming into an incredibly clear and incredibly realistic picture.

She saw Lynn.

But it wasn't Lynn beside her. In the scene, Lynn was covered in blood, on the verge of death, yet still gazing at... another woman with the gentlest eyes. A girl she had never seen before, with radiant blonde hair and wearing a white battle suit.

Then, she heard the voice that froze her soul.

"Gwen Stacy..."

That call pierced through the barrier of the screen, carrying endless affection and longing, and stabbed deeply and precisely into the heart of Jean Grey!

No...

No!!!

Qin's pupils contracted to their maximum size in an instant!

She watched helplessly as Lynn, after calling out that name, turned to ashes before her eyes with a satisfied smile.

That wasn't pretense, that wasn't acting.

She was all too familiar with that kind of resolute and profound love—the willingness to die for one's beloved! Because Lynn had died for her in the simulator too!

She always believed that it was a special honor that belonged only to her! It was the deepest and most irreplaceable bond between her and him!

But now...

Who is this woman named "Gwen Stacy"?!

Why did Lynn look at her like that?! Why would he die for her?!

A wave of deceitful, betrayed, and devastating rage instantly overwhelmed Jean Grey's reason!

"Boom--!!!"

A Dark Gold Phoenix Force, imbued with boundless destructive energy, erupted from her body! The violent energy instantly shattered the fragile balance of the Negative Zone, causing the entire space to tremble and groan violently!

On the Throne, Lynn, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

He glanced to his side and saw Jean Grey, her eyes bloodshot, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks, her body engulfed in uncontrollable Dark Golden Flames, staring intently at him, uttering a few words, one by one, through clenched teeth:

"Who is that woman... named ' Gwen Stacy '?!"