MARVEL/DC: DOCTOR IN THE MULTIVERSE

One press.

That was all Lex Luthor needed.

Twelve elite mercenaries stationed two blocks away would storm Miracle Clinic within thirty seconds.

Former Blackwater operators.

Heavy weapons specialists.

Urban breach experts.

And after the clinic disappeared beneath overwhelming firepower—

The "miracle doctor" capable of curing kryptonite degeneration would become Lex Luthor's most valuable research specimen.

A living biological treasure.

"Goodbye, Doctor Lynn."

The thought passed coldly through Luthor's mind.

Then—

His thumb slammed downward toward the hidden trigger beneath the green gemstone.

Nothing happened.

His finger stopped completely.

Frozen only a millimeter above the switch.

At the same moment—

An indescribable coldness shot upward from the base of his spine directly into his brain.

Like lightning made from ice.

Luthor's pupils contracted violently.

He suddenly realized—

He couldn't feel his body anymore.

Arms.

Legs.

Torso.

Everything below the neck had transformed into lifeless stone.

He attempted to stand.

Nothing happened.

Attempted to speak.

Even the muscles controlling the vocal cords refused to respond.

Only his thoughts remained active.

Clearer than ever before.

Sharper than ever before.

Yet trapped completely inside an immobile shell.

The greatest mind in Metropolis—

Reduced instantly to a conscious corpse.

The clinic fell into absolute silence.

Then—

Soft footsteps approached slowly from backstage.

Lynn emerged calmly carrying a freshly brewed cup of coffee.

Steam rose gently from the surface.

He walked toward the reception desk and sat opposite Luthor leisurely.

"Mr. Luthor."

Lynn's tone remained warm and polite.

"Would you like sugar in your coffee?"

To Lex—

The voice sounded less like human speech…

And more like whispers from hell itself.

Inside the prison of paralysis—

His brain accelerated desperately.

Poison?

Impossible.

His bloodstream contained cutting-edge biochemical monitoring nanomachines.

Any known toxin should have triggered alerts instantly.

Anesthetic?

Even less likely.

Luthor had injected himself with military-grade anti-sedative compounds years ago.

Psychic interference?

Hypnosis?

Possibility after possibility surfaced—

Then collapsed immediately.

For the first time in years—

Lex Luthor encountered a completely unsolvable problem.

And slowly—

Fear began eroding the foundations of his rationality.

"Please don't be nervous."

Lynn blew lightly across the coffee surface.

"It's merely a custom sleeping aid."

"I added a tiny amount to the treatment injection earlier."

"Harmless."

"It simply gives your nervous system a temporary vacation."

His casual tone sounded almost conversational.

Meanwhile—

Luthor's consciousness screamed internally.

How?

How had he done this?

"You…"

After immense effort—

Luthor barely forced air through partially functioning vocal cords.

"…how…"

The sound emerged broken and dry.

But Lynn understood immediately.

"How did I know your identity?"

Lynn leaned slightly forward.

Then calmly met Luthor's eyes.

"Or perhaps…"

"How did I know about the twelve mercenaries hidden outside my clinic?"

Luthor's heartbeat spasmed violently.

Lynn continued calmly.

"Or the electromagnetic pulse generator hidden inside your armored vehicle parked near the intersection?"

"The one intended to create a regional blackout after my treatment succeeded."

"With the resulting confusion making extraction operations easier."

Each sentence shattered another psychological defense inside Lex Luthor's mind.

For the first time in decades—

He experienced the sensation of being dissected alive intellectually.

Every disguise.

Every contingency.

Every hidden layer—

Peeled apart effortlessly.

"You…"

Luthor's consciousness roared soundlessly.

"What are you?"

"A doctor."

Lynn leaned back comfortably while sipping coffee.

"A doctor who dislikes people stealing the fruits of his labor."

"As for your plan…"

A faint smile appeared.

"It was simply too obvious."

Obvious.

That single word struck harder than physical torture.

Lex Luthor built his entire identity around intellectual superiority.

His mind surpassed governments.

Corporations.

Scientists.

Even gods.

He manipulated alien invasions.

Constructed empires.

Turned humanity itself into chess pieces.

Yet now—

This unknown doctor from New York described his strategy as…

Obvious.

The humiliation cut deeper than death.

"My plan was flawless…"

Luthor's thoughts screamed desperately.

"Flawless?"

Lynn laughed quietly.

"Mr. Luthor."

"You rely too heavily on superiority through preparation."

"You always construct overlapping contingency plans."

"Therefore…"

"You would naturally position your forces close enough for rapid deployment…"

"But distant enough to avoid immediate detection."

"In Manhattan, only three suitable tactical zones exist within those parameters."

"You prefer technological solutions."

"So an EMP device was inevitable."

"And because you dislike attracting organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D.…"

"You selected the obsolete MK-3 portable generator platform."

"Low signature."

"Minimal traceability."

"Finally…"

Lynn's gaze sharpened faintly.

"You are pathologically arrogant."

"You trust no subordinate completely."

"So naturally…"

"You came personally."

"And a man like Lex Luthor never enters dangerous territory without hidden escape methods, biometric disguises, and layered protection systems."

Every sentence landed like a sniper round directly into Lex's mind.

He realized something horrifying slowly.

Lynn had not guessed any of this.

He had deduced it.

Purely through analysis of personality, behavior, and probability.

This was no strategic duel.

This was dimensional-level intellectual suppression.

For the first time in his life—

Lex Luthor experienced genuine inferiority.

And just as his worldview began collapsing completely—

A cold system notification echoed inside Lynn's consciousness suddenly.

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