Chapter 79 Microscopic Shura Field
Everyone present—
Whether it was the Amazon demigoddess Wonder Woman or the Speed Force conduit The Flash—
Felt an instinctive chill the moment they looked into Lynn's uncovered eyes.
Not murderous intent.
Not hostility.
Something colder.
A terrifying rationality stripped completely of emotional fluctuation.
"Liquid kryptonite isn't the deadliest part of the injury."
Lynn's voice sounded slightly hoarse from neural overload.
But each word landed with surgical precision.
"That armor-piercing projectile fragmented a second time after penetrating his muscle tissue."
"The impact force."
"The compression generated by Kryptonian musculature."
"The interaction with liquid kryptonite."
"All of it created microscopic secondary fragmentation."
He paused briefly.
Then delivered the true nightmare.
"Seventy-three nanoscale kryptonite fragments have already entered his left ventricle through ruptured blood vessels."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Superman's body—
The body of Superman—
Was actively killing itself.
"His cells are instinctively regenerating," Lynn continued calmly.
"But that healing process is encapsulating the kryptonite fragments inside newly regenerated cardiac muscle."
"Every heartbeat pushes the contamination deeper."
"If this continues for another five minutes…"
A slight pause.
"The fragments will permanently integrate into the heart tissue itself."
"At that point…"
Lynn's eyes remained perfectly calm.
"Even miracles become irrelevant."
Batman reacted first.
Bruce immediately moved toward the main diagnostic console and activated WayneTech's highest-grade biological microscopy system at maximum output.
Moments later—
A massively magnified image of Superman's heart tissue appeared across the central display.
And inside the living crimson muscle—
Dozens of tiny glowing green particles remained embedded like poisonous stars.
Exactly seventy-three.
No more.
No less.
Lynn's diagnosis proved perfectly accurate.
A cold breath escaped from several League members simultaneously.
Barry Allen looked visibly pale.
"Nano-scale fragments…"
His voice sounded dry.
"Inside the heart…"
"How are we even supposed to remove those?"
"Open the chest immediately."
Diana Prince responded instantly.
"Use laser incision equipment to expose the heart directly, then—"
"And accelerate his death?"
Lynn interrupted coldly.
He opened the silver medical case beside him calmly.
Then removed an extremely delicate pair of dark-gold forceps.
The tools had been forged personally using alien alloys acquired previously through Nick Fury.
Designed specifically to resist abnormal energy interference.
"Haven't you noticed yet?"
Lynn's gaze swept across the Justice League.
"Every cell inside his body is rejecting Earth-based intervention instinctively."
"Conventional anesthetics are ineffective."
"Laser scalpels destabilize against his bioelectric field."
"Electronic medical systems fail near direct contact due to Kryptonian energy interference."
"No anesthesia."
"No automated surgical assistance."
"No opening the chest."
For the first time since Lynn arrived—
Diana's expression revealed genuine confusion.
"Then…"
She frowned deeply.
"How do you operate?"
Lynn raised the forceps calmly.
Then explained a surgical plan so absurd it bordered on insanity.
"While his heart continues beating…"
"I will insert these forceps through the original wound channel."
"And manually extract all seventy-three nano-fragments from inside the ventricle."
"One by one."
The underground fortress became motionless.
Even experienced heroes stared at him as if hearing madness spoken aloud.
This was no longer surgery.
This was a direct challenge against death itself.
Trying to perform micron-level extraction inside the actively beating heart of a Kryptonian under ongoing poisoning conditions—
Without anesthesia.
Without opening the chest.
Without stopping circulation.
Impossible.
"You're insane."
Diana's voice sharpened immediately.
"That's not surgery."
"That's suicide."
"With me," Lynn answered evenly,
"impossible procedures are simply more expensive procedures."
Then—
For the first time—
He turned toward The Flash directly.
Barry Allen instinctively straightened.
"I need your assistance."
Lynn spoke rapidly now.
Each sentence carried machine-like precision.
"I'll insert a micro-catheter into the ascending aorta."
"You will operate this manual vacuum-circulation stabilizer using the Speed Force."
He pointed toward an extremely complex mechanical blood-pressure regulation device beside the operating table.
"I need perfectly synchronized low-pressure ventricular circulation."
"Your rhythm must match both my hand movements and Superman's heartbeat simultaneously."
Barry's expression changed immediately.
Because he understood the implication instantly.
"A millisecond too early…"
Lynn's tone remained perfectly calm.
"…or a millisecond too late…"
"The pressure imbalance will rupture his ventricle."
"And he dies immediately."
Barry swallowed unconsciously.
For the fastest man alive—
This suddenly became the slowest and most terrifying race imaginable.
…
The surgery began.
Bright operating lights illuminated the emergency platform in stark white.
Superman's chest wound remained horrifyingly open beneath the sterile lighting.
Around the table—
The atmosphere resembled a battlefield more than a medical procedure.
Wonder Woman and Batman stood on opposite sides silently.
Neither carried visible weapons.
Yet both remained fully prepared to restrain Superman physically if unstable Kryptonian energy erupted unexpectedly during the operation.
Barry Allen stood beside the manual vacuum-circulation system.
Sweat already formed across his forehead despite his accelerated metabolism.
His eyes remained locked onto two things simultaneously:
Lynn's hands.
And Superman's weakening heartbeat pattern.
Meanwhile—
At the center of everything—
Lynn entered absolute concentration.
Battlefield Domain expanded completely.
Within his perception—
Time slowed.
Every heartbeat from Superman.
Every Speed Force vibration generated by Barry.
Every airflow disturbance from the tense breathing of nearby League members.
Everything became visible.
Perfectly clear.
Perfectly measurable.
The underground fortress itself transformed into an enormous microscopic battlefield.
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