Chapter 89 The Doomsday of the Wormhole Opening
The invasion approaching above New York City guaranteed one thing clearly.
Doctor Lynn alone was no longer enough.
The coming war would engulf the entire city.
And during the chaos—
Lynn required an identity completely separated from Miracle Clinic.
An existence capable of entering the battlefield openly.
Killing freely.
Harvesting prestige and combat value without restraint.
The A-Rank [Biological Symbiotic Adaptability] copied from Venom became the final puzzle piece.
Lynn stood silently before the massive mirror in the underground basement.
Then slowly closed his eyes.
The next second—
Every cell inside his body began shifting.
[Biological Symbiotic Adaptability] Activated.
This was not crude shapeshifting like Venom's slime-based imitation.
Instead—
It was microscopic biological restructuring built atop Lynn's overwhelmingly powerful physique.
Bones.
Muscles.
Ligaments.
Skin.
Everything entered controlled reorganization.
Inside the mirror—
Lynn's body transformed visibly.
Crack—Crack—Crack—!!!
His originally lean 1.83-meter frame expanded rapidly.
Shoulder bones widened outward violently.
Musculature swelled beneath the skin like compressed steel cables inflating under monstrous pressure.
Back muscles thickened.
Chest expanded.
Arms enlarged explosively.
The white coat stretched tightly against the newly evolved body structure.
Within seconds—
The refined doctor disappeared completely.
In his place stood a terrifyingly powerful man exceeding two meters in height.
Pure destructive force radiated from the transformed physique naturally.
But Lynn wasn't finished.
His attention shifted toward facial structure.
Jawline reinforced.
Cheekbones sharpened.
Nasal bridge elevated.
The previously elegant and scholarly appearance transformed gradually into something cold and severe.
Like an ancient Roman warlord carved from stone.
Then—
He opened his eyes slowly.
The reflection staring back no longer resembled Doctor Lynn whatsoever.
Gone was the calm gentleness hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses.
Only abyssal indifference remained.
Cold.
Rational.
Dangerous.
"Excellent."
The transformed Lynn rotated his neck slowly.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
The sound resembled heavy machinery shifting into combat position.
He understood clearly—
Even if Batman himself stood directly before him now—
Using full WayneTech skeletal analysis and facial-recognition systems—
Bruce Wayne still would never connect this monstrous war-machine physique with the refined doctor operating Miracle Clinic.
The disguise was perfect.
At last—
Lynn possessed a second identity capable of unleashing his full strength openly.
…
One week later.
Miracle Clinic remained silent beneath the New York night.
Lynn sat calmly upon the clinic sofa reading financial news.
Then—
Battlefield Domain emitted a violent warning instantly.
A colossal energy fluctuation erupted from the direction of Stark Tower.
Lynn slowly raised his head.
Then looked out the clinic window.
The night sky above Manhattan—
Had split apart.
An enormous azure energy beam erupted upward from Stark Tower like a pillar connecting Earth and the heavens themselves.
The beam pierced directly through cloud layers and stabbed deep into space.
Reality itself groaned.
Then—
The sky began twisting.
Darkness distorted violently around the energy column.
A gigantic wormhole stabilized slowly above the city.
Glowing blue.
Rotating endlessly.
Like the gates of hell opening fully above New York.
The next moment—
Apocalypse descended.
Countless Chitauri soldiers poured from the wormhole like an endless metallic flood.
Flying chariots screamed across the sky.
Energy rifles unleashed continuous bombardment toward the streets below.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
Only destruction.
Boom—Boom—Boom—!!!
Entire city blocks exploded beneath concentrated energy fire.
Cars detonated instantly.
Glass skyscrapers shattered apart under alien bombardment.
Fragments of steel and burning debris rained from the sky continuously.
Within seconds—
The city transformed from vibrant civilization into a burning war zone.
Screams.
Explosions.
Smoke.
The sounds swallowed Manhattan completely.
Outside Miracle Clinic—
The streets collapsed into chaos immediately.
Terrified civilians fled blindly through smoke and flames.
Some trampled each other.
Some cried hysterically.
Some simply froze beneath the impossible horror unfolding overhead.
A middle-aged Wall Street executive stumbled toward the clinic entrance desperately.
Expensive suit torn.
Hair disheveled.
Blood streaming from shattered fingers.
Moments earlier—
He had watched an alien energy blast vaporize his multi-million-dollar sports car directly beside him.
Now—
Survival instinct overwhelmed everything else.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He pounded frantically against the clinic's reinforced glass door.
"Help!"
"Please open the door!"
"I have money!"
"I can pay anything!"
Inside Miracle Clinic—
Lynn stood silently before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window.
Once again wearing the white coat and gold-rimmed glasses.
Doctor Lynn had returned.
He looked calmly at the burning city outside.
At the screaming civilians.
At the desperate man hammering against the door.
At New York descending into war.
No emotion appeared in his eyes.
Only absolute stillness.
Then—
Without a word—
Lynn turned away from the window.
He walked calmly toward the reception desk and pressed a concealed red security switch hidden beneath the counter.
Rumble—!!!
Heavy metallic grinding echoed through the clinic.
Outside—
The executive's face transformed completely.
Because the blast-resistant alloy security shutters surrounding Miracle Clinic had begun descending slowly.
"No—!"
"WAIT!"
"PLEASE!"
He slammed both bleeding hands desperately against the glass.
Trying to force entry before the shutters sealed completely.
But the descending alloy barrier never stopped.
Boom.
The reinforced security gate sealed shut with finality.
The man's final desperate scream vanished instantly behind layers of armored metal.
And just like that—
The outside world disappeared.
The burning city.
The explosions.
The chaos.
All sealed away beyond Miracle Clinic's walls.
Silence returned instantly.
Absolute silence.
Only Lynn remained standing quietly inside the sealed clinic.
Yet with his enhanced senses—
He could still hear everything occurring across the battlefield several kilometers away.
Captain America shouting evacuation orders while directing civilians through collapsing streets.
The sonic booms of Iron Man's armor cutting across Manhattan airspace.
Even farther away—
Inside the Batcave—
He could hear Bruce Wayne's heartbeat accelerate sharply after learning New York had fallen under alien invasion.
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