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Lynn's expression instantly turned completely serious.
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze excessively serious, devoid of any hint of jest, staring intently at Tony: "Are you serious? After I passed out yesterday, you gave me CPR in front of the whole team?"
The more he thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed. His brows furrowed, and his tone was filled with disbelief. "This is nothing like something you would do. When would a playboy like Stark ever be kind enough to give a grown man CPR? Don't lie to me, don't make fun of me!"
Seeing his serious, earnest, and even slightly flustered expression, Tony couldn't help but chuckle. He slowly leaned against the workbench, coffee cup in hand, his eyes full of amusement.
"What kind of windfall are you thinking?" Tony teased, raising an eyebrow, his tone lazy and irritating. "The great Mr. Stark, rule number one: never give CPR to a man. If you were a blonde beauty, I might reluctantly consider it."
Upon hearing this, Lynn suddenly relaxed, his tense shoulders slumped completely, and the absurd unease in his heart vanished instantly.
He let out a long sigh, leaned back lazily in his chair, still feeling the fatigue of the battle, and chuckled hoarsely, "That's good. You still have the mood to tease me, so it seems I... did do a pretty good job yesterday, didn't hold anyone back, right?"
Tony toned down his joking tone, nodded slightly, and said fairly and seriously, "You did a really good job, the strongest firepower and the biggest contributor on the field. But you were also, undeniably, terrifying."
"Terrifying?" Lynn's curiosity was piqued instantly, and she raised her eyes slightly. "What exactly happened to me yesterday? I have a complete blackout; I have absolutely no memory of it."
"Want to see?" Tony gestured with his chin.
Before Lynn could respond, he snapped his the Snap.
" JARVIS, retrieve all the surveillance footage from yesterday's battlefield, integrate the building's public surveillance footage and Lynn's personal video while wearing glasses, and project the complete footage onto the screen."
"Received, sir. We are currently integrating the video footage."
The holographic screen suspended in the center of the laboratory lit up instantly, and countless fragmented monitoring images were quickly spliced together and integrated synchronously, eventually converging into a complete, high-definition battlefield video.
The scene depicts a fierce battle raging over Manhattan, with Chitauri aircraft wreaking havoc across the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a figure covered in silver markings suddenly burst into the scene.
Lynn sat in his chair, his gaze unconsciously fixed on the person on the screen, and the next second, he froze completely.
That was him, yet it was completely unlike him.
The boy in the picture has empty, lifeless eyes, devoid of his usual carefree and lively spirit, replaced only by extreme coldness and obsession. Dark gold magic patterns crawl all over his neck and shoulders, intertwining with silver particle streams, giving him an aura of madness that keeps strangers at bay.
The particle light wings unfolded to their fullest extent, each flap sending up a shower of light, the movements so fast that only afterimages remained. Gone was the usual ease and spontaneity; only a near-mechanical, frantic, and frantic tearing and dismantling remained.
Facing swarms of aircraft and the colossal Leviathan, he neither dodged nor evaded, but instead crushed them head-on, dismantling their armor and tearing out their power cores with his bare hands, his methods swift and ruthless.
What chilled Lynn to the bone was that, despite the people in the scene being completely out of control and rampaging through the battlefield, they instinctively and precisely pulled back their force at the very moment each particle stream was about to graz the building. Even if they accidentally snapped the billboard support, they would immediately catch it and place it steadily on the roof.
A frenzied fighting spirit, yet guarding the most tender bottom line.
Lynn watched the screen and grew increasingly silent, his face flushing rapidly as he was overwhelmed by embarrassment, awkwardness, and helplessness.
Although he is usually unreliable, loves to complain, and occasionally slacks off, he has never been so obsessive, crazy, and extreme.
This is so strange!
Tony, watching his incredibly expressive face, slowly and deliberately summarized his state. "Don't think it's outrageous. That gem on your chest is the real culprit."
"It amplifies your brain's computational efficiency to an unprecedented degree, allowing you to analyze the battlefield far faster than the average person. However, your neural transmission speed and physical reflexes cannot keep up with the surge in computing power."
"Furthermore, the magic circle that the Ancient One gave you continuously washes away your short-term memories. The longer it's active, the more secondary information you block out. Irrelevant emotions, unnecessary thoughts, and external interference are all stripped away, leaving only the instinctive commands etched into your brain in the end."
"So you become extreme, paranoid, devoid of extra emotions, like a War Machine that only executes missions. It's not exactly turning evil, just extreme information filtering."
Tony's explanation was clear and insightful, perfectly matching all the unusual circumstances of yesterday.
The image on the holographic screen was still playing, frozen on the absurd scene of his empty eyes and a morbid smile on his lips.
Lynn took a deep breath, slowly closed her eyes, and completely deflated.
He slumped listlessly in his chair, his voice weak and feeble. "I've made up my mind."
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Decid what?"
I want to live on Mars.
Lynn opened her eyes, her gaze empty and filled with despair. "Earth is no longer suitable for me. So many people saw me like that..."
After saying that, he lost all interest in joking and in staying in the top-floor laboratory.
The exhaustion returned, and the embarrassment of witnessing his own outrageous and incoherent outburst completely overwhelmed all other emotions. He now had absolutely no desire to go out for a stroll or chat with anyone.
Rather than going out and facing a bunch of friends and strangers who have seen me in my mad state, I'd rather go back to bed and sleep.
Lynn got up listlessly with her head drooping, and slowly walked towards the elevator. Her back looked as if all her energy had been drained away.
Watching him flee in disarray, Tony leaned against the workbench and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Ivan, standing in the corner, glanced at the boy's departing figure, remaining silent and offering no comfort. The white parrot on his shoulder gently flapped its wings, but remained still.
The elevator doors slowly closed, shutting out the light from the laboratory.
Lynn leaned against the elevator wall, raised her hand to cover her face, feeling utterly hopeless.
That's really strange.
sleep!