An eerie ceasefire, a temporary pact between yanderes

Two utterly different energies collided violently in Lynn's carotid artery.

The highly concentrated Cell Repair Serum carried an icy bioelectric charge, while Chaos Magic was a raging current of higher-dimensional heat. One cold and one hot, one technological and one magical, they whipped up a miniature storm inside Lynn's fragile blood vessels.

Lynn's body arched sharply, and an intensely suppressed groan escaped his throat. Cold sweat instantly soaked the fabric across his back, and violent spasms made even his breathing falter.

"What are you doing! Your chemical garbage is destroying his Magic Circuit!" Killing intent surged in Wanda's scarlet eyes. Her other hand shot up, her fingertips driving straight toward Gwen Stacy's face.

"Are you blind! Your red light is burning his blood vessels!" Gwen Stacy refused to yield. Her left hand clenched the syringe, her blue eyes beneath her mask bloodshot, her web shooter already aimed at Wanda's throat.

With a second earth-shattering clash about to erupt right on top of him, Lynn clenched his teeth hard enough to crack their tips.

He knew perfectly well that reasoning with these two women, already driven mad by jealousy and possessiveness, was useless. He could only shatter their reason with even greater madness and more agonizing pain.

"Cough..." Summoning his last shred of strength, Lynn suddenly raised both hands.

His left hand clamped tightly around Wanda's wrist, where Chaos Magic was gathering.

His right hand seized Gwen Stacy's left hand, which held the syringe.

His fingers were as cold as ice, his palms covered in clammy sweat and blood.

Both women stiffened at once, every movement abruptly freezing in midair.

"If you... really want to kill each other..." Lynn's chest heaved violently, every gasp bringing up mouthfuls of bloody froth. His voice was almost unrecognizably hoarse. "Then you'll have to... step over my corpse first."

Those words slammed into both women's hearts like a heavy hammer.

The scarlet in Wanda's eyes flickered violently, and the red glow at her fingertips instantly dissipated. She withdrew her hand as though electrocuted. Looking at Lynn's face contorted in pain, she burst into tears again.

"I won't touch her... I'll withdraw my magic..." Wanda knelt in the rubble, her hands hovering helplessly in the air. She wanted to touch him but did not dare, her voice filled with extreme abasement and panic. "Don't be angry... I'll do whatever you say..."

Beside them, Gwen Stacy also abruptly pulled out the syringe. She looked down at her slightly trembling left hand, then at the puncture in Lynn's neck, intense self-reproach flashing in her eyes.

"I'm sorry..." Gwen Stacy bit her bloodless lips. That reckless obsession collapsed in the face of Lynn's grievous injuries. "I won't fight anymore. As long as you get better, I won't do anything."

Leaning against a charred section of broken wall, Lynn closed his eyes and gulped down air that tasted scorched.

Deprived of their sources, the two energies inside him were slowly being digested by the Super-Soldier Serum Physiology he had just integrated. The tearing agony began to recede, replaced by the utter exhaustion of having narrowly escaped death.

It worked.

Balancing them on a knife's edge, finding life at death's door.

Using the information gap and a self-sacrificial ploy, he had forcibly carved out a path to survival in this Shura Field between a Skyfather-level powerhouse and a top street-level combatant.

But Lynn knew this was not enough. A yandere's compromise was only ever temporary. Once he was out of danger, these two women would absolutely continue tearing into each other behind his back.

He had to put stronger shackles on them.

"Wanda." Lynn slowly opened his eyes, his gaze settling on the Scarlet Witch's tear-streaked face.

"I'm here! I'm right here!" Wanda immediately shuffled forward on her knees, tightly clasping Lynn's icy hand in both of hers. She pressed her cheek to his palm, greedily feeling his body heat.

"Gwen." Lynn turned his head slightly toward Ghost-Spider, who stood nearby, her eyes wary yet full of worry.

Gwen Stacy said nothing. She merely stepped forward in silence and caught the hem of Lynn's clothes with her uninjured left hand.

Looking at these two women who had nearly torn New York apart over him, Lynn spoke with unprecedented seriousness, even a trace of unquestionable coldness.

"I want you to promise me." Lynn enunciated each word, his pale lips trembling slightly. "As long as I'm alive, you will never fight in front of me. You will never hurt each other."

Wanda jerked her head up, extreme unwillingness flashing in her eyes. Her territorial instincts screamed wildly. Why should she spare this bug who dared covet what belonged to her?

Gwen Stacy also clenched her fist. To her, Wanda was a ticking time bomb that could hurt Lynn at any moment. She had to take Lynn away.

But when they met Lynn's bloodshot eyes, filled with utter exhaustion and resolve, every objection stuck in their throats.

"If you can't do it..." Lynn's lips curved into a bleak smile. "Next time, it won't be as simple as a serious injury. I'll die right in front of you."

Those words struck both yanderes precisely at their most fatal vulnerability.

They could destroy the world, could slaughter anyone, but they could not bear the price of losing Lynn.

"I promise..." Wanda's voice trembled terribly. She clung tightly to Lynn's arm like a drowning child grasping the last piece of driftwood. "I swear to you, as long as she doesn't touch you, I won't kill her."

Gwen Stacy drew a deep breath, her gaze beneath her mask gradually turning cold and resolute. She gave Wanda a chilly glance, then turned her eyes to Lynn, her tone utterly obsessive. "I promise. But I'll keep watching her. If she dares do anything to hurt you, I'll take you away even if it costs me my life."

An eerie balance was barely achieved amid rubble and blood.

For the same man, two women who longed to flay each other alive reached this exceedingly fragile temporary pact, one they absolutely could not violate.

Lynn let out a long breath inwardly.

He allowed Wanda to lift him with gentle Chaos Particles, while Gwen Stacy followed on his other side like a dutiful guard, her broken right hand hanging limp, never leaving his side.

On the surface, he was a tragic agent so weak that he needed women to protect him.

In truth, he was the mastermind in the eye of this storm, holding every chain firmly in his grasp.

Just as the three were about to leave the ruins and move to the underground Safe House beneath the manor.

Lynn's extraordinarily keen Spider-Sense suddenly pulsed wildly deep within his mind.

It was not a lethal threat, but an extremely concealed sense of being watched, laden with intense scrutiny.

Without betraying anything, Lynn extended his mental power outward.

A thousand meters away.

At the edge of the Triskelion's ruins, atop a communications tower that had yet to collapse.

The night wind howled. A red-haired woman in a tight black combat suit lay prone on the cold steel framework. She held a specially modified, high-magnification electromagnetic sniper rifle, its crosshairs locked firmly between Lynn's brows.

Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff.

She had not retreated after Wanda grabbed her by the throat earlier. Instead, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, she had watched everything that had just happened.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s greatest ace, Nick Fury's sharpest blade..." Supported by Wanda as he descended the stairs, Lynn's lips curved into a cold smile in the shadows.

He knew what Natasha was thinking.

A low-ranking agent had not only brought the world-destroying Scarlet Witch under his control, but also driven a mysterious spider-woman from another universe mad over him. More terrifying still, he had taken control of the entire situation with just a few words amid a life-and-death battle between two top combatants.

In the eyes of an elite spy like Natasha, Lynn's danger level had absolutely surpassed Hydra and Pierce. He had become the ultimate mystery that had to be dissected and analyzed.

Since you're so eager to see through me... Lynn chuckled deep within his consciousness. Then I'll let you see even more thoroughly.

One Wanda and one Gwen Stacy had already muddied these waters enough.

But he did not mind adding fuel to the fire and dragging S.H.I.E.L.D.'s final trump card into this relentless Shura Field as well.

System. Lynn issued a cold command in his mind.

[Ding! Host has awakened.]

Lock onto the target: Natasha Romanoff. Begin the third simulation.

[Target locked. Current target possesses extremely high soul strength and has undergone elite counter-interrogation and mental isolation training.]

[Generating exclusive tragedy script...]

[Loading scenario: 1999, Budapest, rainy night.]

[Loading identity: Defected Red Room agent/Natasha's sole partner through life and death.]

On the communications tower a thousand meters away.

Natasha rested her finger lightly on the trigger, regulating her breathing. She did not need to fire. She only needed to record every one of Lynn's microexpressions.

But the very next second, Lynn suddenly turned his head slightly within her scope.

Across a thousand meters of darkness, through countless drifting particles of dust and building debris, Lynn's gaze pierced the scope with astonishing precision and met Natasha's eyes.

Those eyes were so deep that they made her skin crawl, carrying an all-seeing mockery and control.

Natasha's heart clenched sharply, and she instinctively moved to pull the trigger.

But the instant her fingertip tightened-

Boom!

A deafening roar suddenly erupted deep within her brain. The night before her eyes instantly warped and shattered. The heavy smell of gun smoke mingled with the scent of cold rain and violently flooded her nostrils.

Natasha's eyes instantly rolled back, and her body toppled uncontrollably from the steel framework.

In the final second before her consciousness sank completely into darkness, she heard a man's voice whispering in her ear, thick with the scent of blood:

"Nat, run... don't look back..."