The tyrant's thunderous suppression: forcibly extinguishing the Phoenix's rampage

Within the Negative Zone, the oppressive heat emanating from Jean Grey was gradually eroding the deathly stillness and coldness of the place.

Lynn rose from the Bone Throne.

His movements were slow, even somewhat languid, as if he were simply stretching after sitting for a long time. But as he stood up, the entire violently trembling, near-collapse Negative Zone seemed to be held down by an invisible hand, instantly stabilizing.

The cracked Spatial Barrier ceased its expansion, and the wailing energy turbulence subsided.

He didn't look at the woman beside him, whose eyes were completely consumed by Dark Gold flames and who was immersed in the thrill of cross-dimensional destruction.

He simply raised his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of barriers, looking towards the mortal world paralyzed by the jealousy of two women.

Communication disruptions, financial shutdowns, traffic chaos...

The fragile nervous system of modern civilization is being brutally torn apart and burned by an unreasonable force.

trouble.

Lynn's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He allowed them to fight, and even enjoyed the madness and cruelty they displayed in their struggle for him. But all of this had to take place on the "stage" he had set for them.

Extending the conflict beyond the stage, polluting his eyes, and soiling his chessboard—that is crossing the line.

Those who cross the line need to be disciplined.

Lynn didn't choose to repair the riddled global network; that would be a waste of time and pointless. What he wanted to do was simply cut off the power.

The next moment, his figure did not disappear; he still stood beside the Throne. But his consciousness, his will, and his supreme "sovereignty" had transformed into a cold shadow, descending upon Jean Grey's Mental World.

This is a burning universe.

The Dark Gold sun roared, spewing flames powerful enough to incinerate galaxies. Countless planets were reduced to dust in its terrifying rage, space was torn apart, and time lost its meaning.

At the center of the universe, a colossal Phoenix, composed of pure flames and as large as Nebula, is spreading its wings.

It is the ruler of this universe.

With each breath it takes, it unleashes destructive stellar winds; with each heartbeat it causes a tremor in spacetime.

This is the inner world of Dark Phoenix —extreme anger, extreme destruction.

The instant Lynn's consciousness projection appeared in the sea of fire, the enormous Phoenix abruptly turned its head, its two eyes, formed from supernova Nova, locking onto the uninvited guest.

"You've finally agreed to see me?"

The Phoenix spoke, its voice not that of Jean Grey, but a grand and venomous interrogation, a mixture of the screams of billions of souls. Its form began to change, the flames contracting to transform into a towering Jean Grey clad in dark gold War Armor.

"Answer me!" Phoenix took a step forward, causing the entire burning universe to tremble. "Who is that woman named ' Gwen Stacy '?!"

He stretched out his burning finger and pointed it directly at Lynn's projection.

"You died for her! You looked at her with the same, no, even more affectionate eyes as me! You made her your only one!"

You betrayed me!

You lied to me!!!

The questioning voice transformed into tangible sound waves, powerful enough to shatter the soul. Dark Gold flames swept in from all directions, transforming into countless chains, threatening to completely imprison and incinerate Lynn's consciousness.

Faced with this question and rage that would make even the Deity tremble, Lynn's projected face remained expressionless.

There was no explanation.

There was no reassurance.

There wasn't even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He simply stared silently at the "Deity" before him, who had fallen into madness, with the same gaze he would give a child who had acted out of line and broken an expensive vase.

Just a second before the Phoenix Force that could consume everything was about to touch his body.

Lynn moved.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward and raised his right hand.

A completely different, absolute will, transcending all emotions and energies, suddenly descended from the depths of his consciousness.

[Absolute Mental Suppression]!

This is not a contest of energy, nor a competition of strength.

This is an unreasonable "authority" from a higher level.

It's like the programmer pressed the "force close" button.

In that instant, time seemed to be paused throughout the burning universe.

The roaring, dark gold sun froze.

The raging inferno of destruction fell silent.

The screams of billions of souls came to an abrupt end.

The distorted, world-destroying expression on Phoenix's face froze. For the first time, an emotion called "astonishment" and "disbelief" appeared in its eyes, which were made of Nova.

He discovered that his connection with this Psychic Universe had been forcibly severed by an incomprehensible, higher force!

He was like a player whose internet cable had been unplugged, facing a gray screen, possessing a full set of equipment but unable to unleash a single skill.

"You..."

The word had barely left his lips when Lynn's projection appeared before him like a ghost.

Without the slightest pity, Lynn's cold hand gripped the "Phoenix's " neck, which was made of flames.

"Who gave you permission to ask me questions?"

Lynn's voice was soft, yet it was like an ice pick containing Absolute Zero, instantly piercing through all of Phoenix's pride and anger.

"Ah--!"

The Phoenix let out a painful and humiliating scream.

That "suppressive" force transformed into billions of invisible chains, emerging from every particle of His Spiritual Entity, frantically contracting and squeezing inward!

The Dark Golden Flames that had been burning the galaxy, like gasoline being forcibly shoved back into a fuel tank, let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, as they were slowly, inch by inch, forced back into the depths of Jean Grey's consciousness.

Your power belongs to me.

Lynn clenched his fists, watching the "Phoenix's " enormous body shrink and collapse under absolute suppression, his tone icy cold.

Your anger belongs to me.

Your jealousy also belongs to me.

He gripped her neck, bringing her face, contorted with pain and humiliation, close to his own, his cold eyes staring directly at her.

"Without my permission, you don't even have the right to go out of control."

"Boom!!!"

With that last sentence, the [Absolute Mental Suppression] privilege was activated to its maximum!

The enormous Deity body of the "Phoenix" could no longer be maintained, and with a mournful cry, it completely collapsed and disintegrated!

The burning universe lost its color, turning back into a deathly silence and nothingness.

Jean Grey's consciousness fell to the ground.

She trembled all over, the Dark Golden Flame on her body had been completely extinguished, and the crimson in her eyes had slowly faded, returning to their original emerald green. However, those beautiful eyes were now filled with tears, mixed with endless fear, grievance, and a trace of... morbid satisfaction after being severely punished by her master.

She lost.

They suffered a crushing defeat.

She raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears, and looked at the man before her, still expressionless, like an ancient god. Her lips moved, and in a weak, almost inaudible voice, she humbly apologized:

"I'm... I'm sorry... Master..."

She didn't ask who "Gwen Stacy" was, nor did she dare to ask again.

She apologized, not because she had triggered the global cyber disaster, but because... her loss of control had angered her owner.

Lynn stared at her coldly, as if she were looking at a tool that had just been repaired but still had flaws.

He slowly released his grip and withdrew his projected consciousness.

Before disappearing completely, he left behind a chilling statement.

"If there's a next time, I'll pull it out of your body completely."

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire Mental World fell silent once more.

Only Jean Grey remained, curled up in the cold void, hugging her knees and burying her face in them, letting out suppressed whimpers like a wounded animal.

But amidst this endless fear and grievance, beside the Phoenix Force that had been forcibly suppressed back to the deepest part of his soul, another seed had already been quietly planted.

It was a seed of hatred, formed from the name "Gwen Stacy," from that affectionate call, from the shame of betrayal... a cold, hard seed that shimmered with Dark Gold killing intent.

She dared not lose control of Lynn again.

But that doesn't mean she'll let the thief who stole her things get away with it.