Chapter 64 Microscopic Recombination of Asgardian Genes
The blood flowing from the wound carried a faint dull-gold glow beneath the isolation chamber lighting.
Not metaphorically.
Literally luminous.
S.H.I.E.L.D. medical personnel had already attempted multiple emergency interventions.
Hemostatic agents.
Synthetic plasma.
Nanofiber coagulation foam.
All failed.
The moment foreign substances touched the patient's skin—
They were repelled instantly.
The effect resembled water splashing against overheated metal.
Lynn pulled on sterile gloves calmly and entered the isolation chamber.
The door sealed shut behind him.
The instant he stepped inside—
Analysis of All Things activated automatically.
[Automatic Diagnosis Initiated—]
[Patient: ??? (Unknown Humanoid Lifeform)]
[Injury Assessment:]
[1. Comminuted fractures across left ribs 4–8. Internal hemorrhaging severe. Multiple bone fragments penetrating surrounding tissue.]
[2. Penetrating abdominal trauma. Energy-burn damage causing partial intestinal necrosis.]
[3. Multiple blunt-force injuries across entire body. Large-scale muscle-fiber rupture.]
[4. Core abnormality detected:
High-dimensional bioenergy source ("Divine Power"?) forcibly stripped from subject.
Resulting in semi-collapsed genetic stabilization and near-total stagnation of cellular regeneration.]
[Overall Fatality Probability: 97%]
[Estimated Time Until Natural Death: 45 Minutes]
The lower section of the system interface became increasingly distorted.
Gene-sequence analysis displayed endless streams of unreadable symbols and corrupted data.
No matching template existed inside the diagnostic database.
[Warning!]
[Unknown Asgardian Genetic Structure Detected!]
[Bone Density: 7.2× Human Baseline]
[Cells contain high-dimensional biological energy currently undergoing rapid depletion.]
Lynn's eyes settled on the blond man restrained to the bed.
Even severely injured—
The face still carried an almost mythological perfection.
Now distorted slightly by pain and exhaustion.
Lynn adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses slowly.
This truly was a priceless patient.
"He's dying."
His voice remained calm.
But inside the silent chamber, every person outside heard it clearly through the communication system.
Phil Coulson's expression changed instantly.
Several medical specialists nearby looked equally grim.
"We already tried everything."
One gray-haired physician stared through the reinforced glass helplessly.
"His body rejects every terrestrial medication."
"Our laser scalpels can't even penetrate the skin."
"The material hardness exceeds all known biological parameters."
"Conventional medicine won't work," Lynn replied.
Then he turned slightly toward the observation side of the chamber.
"His physiological structure is fundamentally different from humanity's."
"If you want to save him…"
A slight pause.
"You must follow his rules instead."
Nick Fury's voice came through the communicator immediately.
"What exactly does that mean?"
"It means the remainder of this treatment process requires my own medical methods."
Lynn's gaze shifted calmly toward the surveillance cameras mounted in the corners of the isolation chamber.
"All monitoring equipment must be disabled."
"All signal transmission terminated."
"No third party watches this procedure except me and him."
"That violates every security protocol we have," a security supervisor objected instantly.
"He's an unidentified extraterrestrial threat target. Continuous observation is mandatory."
Lynn ignored him completely.
He looked only at Fury.
"Director."
"I require a completely clean environment."
"If that's impossible…"
He removed one glove slowly.
"I leave."
"You can spend the next thirty minutes recording his death and collecting whatever biological data remains afterward."
His tone stayed perfectly flat.
Which made the statement far more dangerous.
Fury stared at Lynn through the glass.
One eye cold and calculating.
Alien entity of unknown value.
Versus—
The doctor responsible for multiple impossible recoveries over the past several months.
Three seconds passed.
Then Fury spoke.
"Do what he says."
The order sounded reluctant enough to crack concrete.
"All monitoring equipment offline."
"Deploy physical isolation barriers."
"Tactical and medical teams remain on standby outside."
"Director—"
The security supervisor attempted another objection.
"Execute the order."
Seconds later—
The red recording indicators on the cameras shut down one by one.
Heavy lead-alloy partition walls descended slowly from the ceiling.
The isolation chamber sealed completely from external observation.
Now—
Only two people remained inside.
Lynn.
And Thor.
"Good."
Lynn walked toward the bedside calmly.
"Now we can work quietly."
He pushed Analysis of All Things to maximum output.
Immediately—
The world transformed.
Normal visual perception faded.
Reality decomposed into microscopic structure.
Molecules.
Atoms.
Energy currents.
Thor's body no longer resembled flesh.
Instead—
It appeared like a collapsing stellar network formed from incomprehensibly complex genetic chains and fading energy pathways.
Every cell emitted faint instability.
Dying.
The stripped divine power had once functioned as the core stabilizing source maintaining Asgardian cellular vitality.
Now that energy source had been severed violently.
The entire biological system was collapsing progressively.
The reason terrestrial scalpels failed became obvious immediately.
Each Asgardian cell membrane possessed an ultra-thin high-frequency energy field oscillating continuously around the tissue surface.
Any foreign material failing to match the vibration frequency became repelled automatically.
Including lasers.
"I understand now," Lynn murmured quietly.
A lock requiring a perfectly matched key.
He opened the medical case and removed a palm-sized silver device.
A Stark Industries micro-ultrasonic generator.
Personally modified by Lynn afterward.
Frequency-adjustment precision:
Hertz-level accuracy.
His fingers moved rapidly across the touchscreen.
Analysis of All Things continuously fed resonance calculations directly into consciousness.
[Target Cell Membrane Resonance Frequency:
3.774 × 10^12 Hz]
Lynn adjusted the generator precisely to the same value.
Then activated the instrument and placed the probe gently beside the abdominal wound.
The effect was immediate.
The previously indestructible skin separated smoothly beneath synchronized resonance.
Silent.
Clean.
Like a heated blade sliding through butter.
The incision line formed perfectly without collateral tissue damage.
Outside the chamber—
Through thermal-monitoring systems—
Fury and Coulson could only observe vague movement silhouettes behind the lead barrier.
No one understood what Lynn was doing.
"What exactly is happening in there?" Coulson asked quietly.
"I don't know," Fury answered.
His expression had grown heavier than before.
"But I know one thing."
A brief pause.
"Our understanding of medicine may have been fundamentally wrong."
Inside the chamber—
Lynn had already entered complete concentration.
Necrotic tissue removal.
Internal hemorrhage stabilization.
Microscopic energy-burn cleaning.
Every movement operated with terrifying precision.
Then came the next issue.
Suturing.
Conventional medical sutures could not bind Asgardian muscle fibers effectively.
Without hesitation—
Lynn picked up a scalpel.
Then cut a shallow line across the tip of his own left index finger.
A drop of bright-red blood emerged slowly.
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