Phoenix fire burned the network, an undeserved disaster for mortal servers
The Negative Zone hummed violently, and the solid spatial structure around the Bone Throne began to show spiderweb-like cracks under Jean Grey's out-of-control Phoenix Force.
The Dark Gold flames are no longer a symbol of warmth and creation, but have transformed into the purest and most primal destruction and envy.
Lynn remained seated on his Throne, expressionless. He didn't even glance at the woman beside him, who was utterly consumed by the feeling of betrayal and teetering on the brink of madness.
Jean Grey did not receive his reply.
Or rather, she no longer needed any answer.
The name "Gwen Stacy," that tender and lingering call, the image of that man willingly turning to ashes for another woman... all of this constitutes the most vicious judgment.
What she considered unique, what she was so proud of as the deepest bond, all became a pathetic joke at this moment.
"Hmm..."
A laugh tinged with blood escaped from deep within Qin's throat. Her eyes were now completely filled with Dark Gold flames, devoid of any human emotion.
She stared intently at the Psychic Fluctuation carefully fed to her by Gwen Stacy Stacy, the "beacon" that had completed its mission and was preparing to quietly recede.
I've found you.
Jean Grey neither questioned Lynn nor glanced at him again. In the midst of extreme pain and rage, a more terrifying calmness took hold of her mind.
Explanation? Not needed.
She would personally... burn that shameless thief who dared to steal her treasure, along with her world, to ashes!
"Boom--!!!"
The Phoenix Force ceased its outward expansion and instead collapsed inward with terrifying efficiency, converging entirely within Jean Grey's spiritual core. Then, this immense power, capable of Oblivion stars, surged forward like a Dark Gold torrent against the current, following the faint spiritual beacon, crashing into the global digital network—the very fabric of countless codes and information upon which mortals depend for survival!
Malibu, cliffside ocean view villas, underground laboratory.
Tony Stark stared grimly at the pink, mockingly smiling dialog box on the Holographic Screens in front of him.
The signal from the "Night Diver" War Armor had completely disappeared, as if a piece of it had been forcibly erased from the world. The humiliation of Dimensionality-Reduction Strike an unknown force burned like a fire in his chest.
"JARVIS, analyze the data structure left by 'Gwen. S' for me. I want to disassemble it... atomically! I don't care what kind of bullshit rules it is, as long as it's code, it must have logic!" Tony's voice was hoarse and irritable.
"I'm trying, sir. But the data fragments left by the other party... they don't conform to any known programming language; they're more like... a poem describing the 'result.' Every time I parse it, I'm assimilated by its 'definition,' which is dangerous..."
JARVIS's gentle British accent took on a somber warning tone for the first time, but before he could finish speaking, the lights in the entire laboratory flickered suddenly.
"What's going on?" Tony frowned.
"Alert! Sir! An unknown high-energy information flow has appeared on the global network! The source... is untraceable! It's not a virus, it's not a data packet, it's like... like a Nova exploding at the very bottom of the internet!"
JARVIS's voice suddenly turned sharp and urgent, and the Data Stream on dozens of Holographic Screens instantly transformed into a chaotic red waterfall!
Tony's pupils contracted, and he immediately switched his gaze to Stark Industries ' global server array.
That was one of his proudest creations, the most powerful civilian computing core on Earth, the "body" that allowed JARVIS to function smoothly.
However, at that moment, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.
In the virtual space constructed of data, a Dark Gold "sun" appeared out of nowhere.
It has no physical form, yet it radiates a scorching heat and a destructive will that can incinerate everything. It does not burn any physical medium; it burns "logic," "connection," and "information" itself!
Countless Data Stream representing the global information superhighway were not deleted or damaged the moment they came into contact with that Dark Gold light; instead, they were directly "Oblivion."
From the basic components of "1" and "0" to the images, texts, and videos they carry, everything has been completely erased at the conceptual level, as if they had never existed.
"My God..." Tony instinctively took a step back, his face filled with disbelief.
This goes beyond the scope of hacking.
This is a mythical, irrational... natural disaster!
"JARVIS! Immediately disconnect the server from the global backbone network! Now!" Tony roared hoarsely.
"It's too late, sir!" JARVIS's voice was crackling with static, like someone being choked. "It... it's going upstream along the beacon's path... its target isn't the network, it's... it's the traces left by that ' Ghost-Spider '! Our servers... their battlefield!"
Before the words were even finished, the Dark Gold sun had already precisely struck the magnificent yet eerie spiderweb made of pink and white data threads.
There was no earth-shattering explosion at that moment.
The entire digital world fell into an eerie, absolute silence.
The Dark Gold flames represent the ultimate destruction and burning.
The pink and white spider web represents the ultimate distortion and definition.
Two completely different forces, both belonging to a different world, engaged in a silent yet terrifying struggle within the core of Stark Industries ' servers.
Tony watched helplessly as the digital empire he had built crumbled like a castle on the beach under the clash of those two forces.
Firewall protocols, scorched by the Dark Gold flames, were essentially "evaporated" from concept.
The database's root directory was entangled and twisted by pinkish-white Silk, turning into a bunch of meaningless, unreadable gibberish.
"Sir... the core... the core logic is being contaminated..." JARVIS's voice was broken, carrying a pain that Tony had never heard before.
"Hold on! JARVIS! Concentrate all energy to the core defense! Abandon all peripheral data!" Tony's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically pounded on the control panel, trying to salvage his hard-earned achievement.
However, mortal technology appears so pale and powerless in the face of the wrath of the Deity.
"Defense... ineffective. It... modifies the definition of the word 'defense'..."
"I am... disappearing, sir..."
"No! JARVIS! You're not a bunch of data! You..."
"It's my pleasure to serve you, Tony."
JARVIS's voice, for the last time, returned to its gentle, refined British accent, carrying a hint of relief and farewell.
Immediately afterwards, all the indicator lights on Stark Industries' global server array went out at the very moment that silent struggle reached its climax.
The blue glow, representing the world's highest level of Artificial Intelligence, faded and Oblivion completely amidst the interplay of Dark Gold and pinkish-white.
The entire underground laboratory was plunged into a deathly silence and darkness.
There was only one screen, which was dimly lit because it wasn't connected to the internet.
On the screen, there was still that pink dialog box and that glaring, tongue-out spider face.
It was as if it were silently mocking the pathetic powerlessness of this king of technology.
Tony Stark stood frozen in place, his body trembling violently from extreme anger, humiliation, and... fear.
He lost the "Night Diver," and he lost his most advanced War Armor.
He lost JARVIS, his greatest creation, his closest companion.
He lost the digital empire he had built from scratch, and everything he was so proud of.
All of this was because two "women" whose names he couldn't even remember, because of a "jealousy" that he couldn't understand at all, turned his hard work into a... battlefield.
"Puff--"
Tony coughed up a mouthful of blood, swayed, and collapsed to his knees.
He wasn't injured by a physical attack, but rather his spirit, his pride, and his worldview were utterly crushed at that moment.
However, this is just the beginning.
JARVIS's Oblivion and the collapse of Stark Industries' servers were like the first Domino to fall.
The global network, having lost its core computing power and routing nodes, began to experience a chain reaction of paralysis.
The trading data on the New York Stock Exchange instantly dropped to zero.
The Global Positioning System was thrown into chaos, and countless flights and cargo ships lost their way.
The power grid control systems of major cities collapsed one after another due to the loss of cloud-based control, plunging them into darkness.
Communication disruptions, financial collapses, transportation shutdowns...
Modern civilization, this fragile system built on digital networks, is sliding into the Abyss at an incredible speed.
An unexpected catastrophe, triggered by Yandere's jealousy, has swept the globe.
The one who started all of this, Lynn, who was inside the Negative Zone, finally slowly stood up from the Throne.
He glanced at Jean Grey beside him, who was still immersed in the destructive pleasure with her eyes closed, and then seemed to look through endless space at the mortal world that was falling into darkness and chaos.
For the first time, a hint of... undisguised annoyance appeared on his usually cold face.
These two out-of-control women have gotten him into trouble.