I didn't intend to write a wish-fulfillment story, but after a rough calculation...
The Asgardian God-Force, the magic of Kamar-Taj, the four Infinity Stones (though pirated), which have grown alongside the protagonist, and the protagonist's own abilities.
Even after defeating a half-crippled Thanos... he couldn't even hold his own against the sea...
I suddenly felt strangely good...
Gravel fell to the ground with a soft patter, and tiny metal shards bounced gently in the empty hall before finally settling into silence.
The entire SSC base hall was deathly silent; no one dared to step forward, and no one dared to offer any advice.
Everyone could clearly sense that Lynn at this moment was like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Though outwardly calm, the suppressed anger within was enough to incinerate everything.
Tony slumped against the cracked wall, half his cheek swollen and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. The violent shock left his mind blank, and a metallic taste filled his mouth.
He awkwardly raised his head, staring blankly at the tall figure in front of him.
Having known each other for so long, he had seen Lynn's composure, his gentleness, and his decisiveness, but he had never seen Lynn like this before.
There were no furious roars, no uncontrolled madness, but the icy, malevolent aura surrounding him instilled a deep sense of fear and powerlessness in those who beheld him.
Lynn slowly lifted his foot and walked step by step toward Tony.
His steps were steady and unhurried, each step feeling like a heavy blow to everyone's hearts, making the atmosphere in the hall even more suffocating. The warm white lights of the base shone on him, but could not dispel the chill emanating from him; instead, they made the coldness in his eyes appear even deeper.
Steve instinctively took a half step forward, wanting to speak up and ease the situation, but when he met Lynn's cold eyes, all the words instantly stuck in his throat.
Banner pursed his lips, his expression extremely solemn. Ivan stood silently to the side, his hands, which had been manipulating machines for years, tensed slightly. Hawkeye, Rhodey, Sam all lowered their eyes, none daring to meet his gaze. In the corner, Wanda tightly gripped the hem of her clothes, Chaos Magic flickering slightly at her fingertips, which she forcefully suppressed, leaving only a heart full of panic and helplessness.
Everyone knows that this time, they were wrong.
It's terribly wrong, so wrong it's undeniable.
Lynn stopped in front of Tony, looking down at the man who had fallen to the ground in a disheveled state. His voice was low and hoarse, revealing little emotion, yet carrying a heavy, oppressive aura that made it hard to breathe.
"Why don't you contact me?"
Tony, supporting his aching body, struggled to raise his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were tired and filled with guilt, and his throat was dry and sore. He opened his mouth, hesitated several times, and finally just lowered his usually proud head.
He knew that any fancy excuse was weak and feeble, and any pretext for shirking responsibility was meaningless.
Looking at his silent expression, Lynn's eyes grew even colder. The sorrow and disappointment that had been building up in her heart finally turned into cold words, which she uttered in a low voice.
"I've been making excuses for you."
His voice was soft, calm to the point of being cruel, each word landing on Tony's ears like a hammer blow to the heart.
"I comforted myself, perhaps the base was attacked first, and the communicators completely failed. Perhaps the catastrophe came too quickly, and you didn't even have time to react."
"Even if you accidentally lost the communicator I left behind, I can convince myself to forgive you."
"I don't need a perfect explanation, I just need an excuse."
Tony's silence shattered his last glimmer of hope.
After a long silence, Tony finally spoke, his voice hoarse and broken, filled with undisguised regret. "We thought... we could handle it."
"You and Natasha rarely have the chance to go out, and we don't want to disturb you. We also don't know... Natasha, she..."
A few simple words, seemingly light and casual, can be more hurtful than any sharp blade.
I don't want to disturb you.
Because of this insignificant thoughtfulness and self-righteous bravado, they watched helplessly as catastrophe descended, as half of all life Oblivion, and as the only tenderness in his life vanished completely into the boundless galaxy.
Lynn's chest heaved slightly, the emotions building up inside her almost bursting free.
He looked at the silent crowd before him, their faces filled with guilt, remorse, and fear. No one harbored ill intentions, no one deliberately made a mistake; everyone's initial intention was simply not to disturb his rare peace.
Unfortunately, this clumsy yet arrogant good intention has led to the current situation.
This feeling of frustration and powerlessness is far more painful than a thrilling battle.
Lynn took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the surging ferocity in his eyes was forcibly suppressed, leaving only a bottomless indifference.
He knew very well that he was on the verge of losing control.
"Now that things have come to this, I know what you're thinking."
Lynn's voice was soft, yet carried a cold calm, slowly echoing throughout the hall. "I accept your kindness."
"But only this once."
He glanced up and swept his gaze across everyone present. "You all need to give everyone an explanation for what's to come."
"I'm leaving now. You guys think it over carefully."
The most direct warning is hidden in the euphemistic words.
Everyone shuddered, their guilt growing stronger, yet no one dared to utter another word.
Lynn didn't linger and turned to leave.
The ancient stone gate slowly opened, releasing a rustic atmosphere imbued with the weight of time. Inside, lush greenery and flowing runes created a tranquil and peaceful ambiance, a stark contrast to the chaos, noise, despair, and deathly silence of the outside world.
Strange stood in the center of the courtyard, his hands forming a hand seal, manipulating the floating magic tome, a golden magical aura slowly flowing around him.
The moment Lynn stepped into the Sanctum Sanctorum, he suddenly opened his eyes.
A cold, heavy, and oppressive atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire courtyard, disrupting the flow of magical runes.
His expression changed drastically. He landed steadily and looked solemnly at the person entering through the door.
He had seen Lynn's strength and his composure, but he had never felt such a terrifying and oppressive aura.
"You've come." Strange spoke in a deep voice, his tone somewhat solemn. "It seems you sensed it too."
Lynn didn't waste any time on pleasantries. She walked straight up to him, looked him directly in the eye, and said in a calm but firm tone, "Give me the complete star map of the universe."
Strange frowned. "What do you need the star map for?"
"I'm furious, I'm going to find Thanos and fight him."
Lynn interrupted his attempt to dissuade him, her words clear and without the slightest hesitation. "I know where he'll go after he snaps his the Snap."
Strange stared intently into Lynn's cold eyes, and from that deathly silence, he understood the resolve and fury within them.
He remained silent for a moment, then did not continue to try to dissuade him.
He raised his hand to form a seal, and golden magic surged forth, creating a vast, boundless, three-dimensional cosmic star map filled with tiny points of light and star trails, which floated between the two of them. It was the legacy left by the Ancient One, continuously supplemented by successive Sorcerer Supreme over hundreds of years, recording every inch of the entire universe.
On the star map, billions of galaxies crisscross, countless planetary trajectories are clearly visible, and dense runes flow and shimmer.
Lynn imprinted the entire trajectory of the star map into his mind, and the next second, ripples appeared in the space around him again.
"You should have already checked with the Time Stone, so stop pretending. Go do something practical."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure twisted and vanished instantly, leaving no trace.
Strange stood there, gazing at the empty courtyard, his eyes filled with complexity and solemnity.
He had previously examined countless futures and deduced numerous endings, but Lynn's participation was the only one missing.
He simply couldn't understand why.
At the edge of the universe, in a desolate star field.
This is Thanos's garden.
There was no army, no guards, and no mecha warships.
The entire planet was eerily quiet, devoid of the tyranny and madness of a cosmic overlord, leaving only a simple, desolate landscape.
The leveled land had been carefully cultivated, resulting in neat plots of land. It was well-managed and exuded a tranquil, undisturbed atmosphere.
A tall, robust, and muscular purple figure stood quietly in the woods, holding a simple stone axe.
Thanos removed his armor, revealing a simple cloth outfit that couldn't conceal the crisscrossing scars covering his body.
He bent down, raised his hands to clear away the pebbles on the ground, his movements slow and steady as he built a simple wooden hut with his own hands.
For him, this moment of pastoral tranquility was the fulfillment he had gained by exhausting all other means.
A gentle breeze swept across the barren land, stirring up fine dust; quiet, peaceful, and serene.
The previously gentle wind stopped instantly, and the dust on the ground hung suspended in mid-air.
A terrifying pressure suddenly enveloped the entire planet.
Thanos paused, slowly raised his head, and looked up at the sky.
A tall, slender figure appeared silently in this desolate field, standing quietly on the land not far away.
But around him, seven-colored light was slowly rising, flowing, and intertwining.
This was the first time Lynn had gone all out.
Thanos looked at the young man before him, his thick brows furrowing slightly, clearly sensing the man's anger.
"You're too late. I've done what I wanted to do. I've destroyed the Infinity Stones too."
Lynn looked up, but said nothing more.
The moment Thanos finished speaking, Lynn vanished.
Without warning, pure speed, it instantly tore through the air and arrived in front of Thanos.
Thanos's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised his hand to block. Years of battle had given him defense and strength far exceeding that of most living beings in the universe.
But the next second, a dull, heavy punch slammed into his face!
"Bang!"
With tremendous force, the air exploded with a deafening roar, and a visible shockwave suddenly burst out from the two people, sweeping across the entire field, overturning the newly cultivated land, and sending rubble and dust flying everywhere.
Thanos's massive body suddenly leaned back, staggering several steps backward, leaving deep cracks in the hard rock beneath his feet.
He never imagined that anyone could defeat him in a direct physical confrontation.
Before he could regain his footing, a second and a third punch came in quick succession!
Lynn's attacks were neither fast nor slow, without any fancy moves or overwhelming magic.
He precisely controlled the seven energies contained within his body, leaving only pure impact and pain.
What he wanted was not Thanos's life, but to make this self-proclaimed ruler of the universe, who thought he controlled the universe and saved all living beings, personally experience that kind of utter despair and pain.
Thanos was initially able to barely parry and deflect the force, but within a few breaths, the relentless barrage of heavy punches shattered his defensive rhythm.
But at this moment, he could only passively endure and retreat step by step.
Seven-colored light surrounded Lynn, continuously boosting his strength, stamina, and recovery, keeping him at his peak and his attacks showing no signs of weakening.
Dust flew everywhere, and the earth cracked.
The fields that Thanos and the wooden houses that were half-built collapsed and shattered under the continuous impact of the force. The peaceful home he had worked so hard to build with half his life's obsession was instantly turned into a scene of devastation.
Thanos's clothes were already torn apart, his scars burst open and bled again, his purple skin was covered with bruises and wounds, and his breathing became increasingly heavy and disordered.
He was beaten backward step by step, from the center of the woods all the way to a desolate rocky clearing. His burly body was hit hard again and again, every bone trembling and every muscle aching and howling.
Thanos struggled to raise his hand, trying to block the relentless attacks, his voice heavy with the strain of his injuries. "What exactly do you want...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Lynn delivered another heavy punch, interrupting him completely.
A sharp, heavy punch landed precisely on his chest, unleashing tremendous force.
Thanos grunted, his massive body unable to support him any longer, and he collapsed to one knee, causing the hard rock ground to instantly crumble and crack.
He hung his head, panting heavily, looking disheveled, and no longer possessed the majesty and aura of a cosmic overlord.
He was in excruciating pain all over his body, with multiple bone fractures, muscle soreness and numbness, and every breath was accompanied by tearing pain.
Lynn slowly withdrew his fist, and the seven-colored light around him gradually dissipated.
He looked down at Thanos, who was lying on the ground, disheveled and panting. "Coward, this is the price you pay for your arrogance."
Upon hearing this, Thanos felt a surge of pent-up frustration in his chest, and his heavy breathing carried a hint of resentment and stubbornness.
He braced his aching body, raised his eyes and stared intently at Lynn, his voice deep and resonant. "I ended the endless wars of the universe, balanced resources, and saved the future of the entire cosmos. How can you call that cowardice?"
Lynn looked down at him, her eyes full of mockery.
"You're not a savior, you're just a coward running away from reality."
"You only ever see the simplest and most brutal solutions. Despite the scarcity of cosmic resources and the endless conflicts between civilizations, you don't think about change, you don't seek a way out."
"When you found the Infinity Stones, instead of seeking a true solution, all you could think about was destruction, cleansing, and annihilation."
"The moment you the Snap, you wipe out more than just half of all lives."
"You have severed the future of countless newborns, severed the continuation of countless civilizations, and crushed countless new lives and hopes that should have been born."
Lynn approached step by step, his voice cold and hard as iron, each word piercing the heart. "You only see the current imbalance, you've never faced the true reality."
"What are people who dare not face problems and only use destruction to escape everything if not cowards?"
And from that day on, Thanos's nightmare began.
For the long days that followed, he lived in a cycle: listening to Lynn's reasoning, recovering from his injuries, getting a real beating, and then being injured and recovering again.
When Lynn had nothing to do, he would sit on the barren land and slowly and methodically preach to this overlord who called himself the savior of the universe, dissecting his prejudices and correcting his extremely distorted worldview and values.
He will gradually tell Thanos that the true balance of the universe is never about destruction and annihilation.
He will make Thanos remember forever that sacrifice is never the best solution.
If reasoning doesn't work, resort to violence. If you don't remember the first time, hit me twice.
Day after day, in an endless cycle.