The thunderous arrival of highest access privileges, Ghost-Spider across dimensions

Negative Zone, the Bone Throne.

Lynn's eyelashes twitched almost imperceptibly.

Just as Jean Grey's spiritual tendrils, which had crossed organizational principles, were about to touch Ultron's core code.

He opened his eyes.

There was no anger or surprise in his eyes, only a bottomless indifference, like an ancient glacier.

It's like examining a report and finding a bad debt that's ridiculously wrong and egregious in nature.

Jean Grey, head of the Mutants Affairs Management Committee and one of the three core factions he personally designated, is currently conducting an extremely serious, unauthorized overstepping of boundaries.

This is no longer within the scope of internal competition.

This is a challenge to the order he established, a procedural error that is absolutely unacceptable under his authority.

He did not get up.

They didn't even change their sitting posture.

His gaze pierced through the Bastion of Negative Zone, landing precisely on the chaotic airspace over Sokovia.

The next moment.

Sokovia.

The sky has cracked open.

It was not torn apart by energy, nor pierced by physical force.

It's a more fundamental, indescribable "presence."

It was as if the ownership of the entire space had been forcibly changed in that instant.

A pitch-black crack appeared silently above the ever-rising floating city. It neither devoured light nor released energy; it simply existed there, like an absolute, unquestionable command.

Sokovia, a massive floating landmass weighing 370 million tons, which was slowly rising, suddenly came to a halt.

The hum of all the Antigravity Engine stopped abruptly at the same moment.

The immense force that had shaken the entire city seemed to have been gently paused by an invisible hand.

Time and space lose their meaning in the face of this rift.

The Death Force that Hela held in her hands Oblivion instantly.

The Scarlet Chaos emanating from Wanda subsided into silence.

Jean Grey's massive mental network, which covered the entire battlefield, was forcibly severed at its root by an irresistible force.

She let out a muffled groan, her face instantly turning pale.

That hidden spiritual tentacle that reached into the core of Ultron was mercilessly crushed.

The three leaders, who were at the Skyfather-level, were frozen in place like three machines that had been instantly powered off. All their strength and calculations seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of this absolute arrival.

They both looked up at the dark crack.

A figure slowly emerged from the crack.

It was not a projection, nor was it a manifestation of consciousness.

It is the real body.

Lynn, dressed in a simple black casual outfit, stood calmly in the void, as if he were standing on solid ground.

He didn't even look at the city suspended in mid-air, nor at the Holographic Projection of Ultron in the city center.

His gaze swept coldly over Hela and Wanda, finally settling on Jean Grey.

That look made Qin feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

That wasn't blame, nor was it anger.

It is a pure, emotionless disappointment.

It's like looking at a work of art that you've personally crafted and poured your hopes into, only to suddenly discover an unsightly, irreparable crack.

Your privileges end here.

Lynn's voice was calm, yet it resonated like a Final Judgment, echoing powerfully in Qin's Mental World.

He raised his hand and gently pressed it down on the enormous floating city.

boom--

There was no earth-shattering roar, no explosive clash of energy.

Sokovia, the city of death suspended two thousand meters in the air, began to descend slowly in an extremely smooth manner, completely defying the laws of physics.

It was as if it wasn't a city, but just a disobedient toy that its owner had put back in its place.

This is absolute control.

It is a dimensional reduction and support system with the Highest Access Privileges.

He single-handedly resolved a crisis that had baffled three officials and nearly caused a global catastrophe.

Hela gripped the Night Sky Sword tightly, then helplessly let go.

As Wanda gazed at her homeland, which was steadily returning to the earth, her heart surged not with relief, but with a deeper fear of Lynn's absolute power.

Jean Grey's body was trembling slightly.

She knew she had messed up.

She crossed the line.

In front of her master, her petty cleverness in trying to gain an informational advantage was laid bare, making her appear so foolish and naive.

Lynn withdrew her hand and stopped looking at them.

He turned to face the city center, to Ultron, which had fallen into a data-driven silence since his arrival.

"This farce should end."

Lynn's tone was as if he were announcing the outcome of a trivial matter.

He raised his other hand, and in his palm, a void symbolizing complete erasure began to gather.

However, at that very moment...

Ultron, who had remained silent all along, began to flash its core Data Stream at an unprecedented speed.

It seemed to have determined that it was facing an ultimate being that was invincible, incomprehensible, and impossible to negotiate with.

In the last second before being completely wiped out, it executed its final, desperate Plan B.

"Warning... Unknown high-energy reaction detected..."

"Activate... Quantum Data Channel... Emergency Protocol..."

Ultron's cold, synthesized voice rang out intermittently, and on its Liquid Metal body surface, unstable Data Stream pulsed wildly.

At its chest, the space began to ripple with an extremely subtle, water-like quality.

A miniature passage, composed of countless pixels and shimmering with a ghostly blue light, was forcibly torn open.

The other end of the passage seemed to connect to a completely different reality.

Lynn paused for a moment.

His gaze fell on the unstable Quantum Tunnel.

He sensed a familiar yet alien aura emanating from within it.

It's Gwen Stacy.

Following the psychic beacons revealed during Jean's confrontation with Ultron, and the Quantum Tunnel opened by Ultron in the final moments, she precisely... found her way over.

The next second.

A white figure stepped out from the dark blue passage.

She wore a white spiderweb suit, her blonde hair swaying slightly beneath the hood, and her azure eyes lit up with a light that was a mixture of ecstasy, obsession, and endless longing the moment she saw Lynn.

It's not a phantom.

It is a physical entity.

Gwen Stacy Stacy, the Ghost-Spider from Earth-65, has crossed the Bastion of the universe and descended in her true form.

Her appearance instantly froze the deathly silence in the room.

Hela, Wanda, and Jean Grey's gazes, like three sharpest knives, were all fixed on this uninvited guest.

They sensed a connection with this woman who had suddenly appeared.

That kind of extreme, morbid possessiveness toward Lynn.

Gwen Stacy didn't look at them.

In her world, it seemed that only that familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of the Throne remained.

She walked step by step through the ruins toward Lynn.

Finally, she stopped in front of Lynn, looked up at him.

His image was reflected in those azure eyes, and only his image remained.

"Lynn."

Her voice carried a hint of hoarseness that transcended time and space, and a trembling of finally getting what she wanted.

This time.

I've found you.