Chapter 91 91 Double Conscription
[Ding! Fusion Successful!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have created a completely unique lifeform!]
[Exclusive SSS-Rank Passive Divine Ability Acquired:]
[Undying Divine Body · Initial Stage]
[Ability Description:]
[Your body has transcended conventional carbon-based biological structure.]
[Every cell now functions as a miniature stellar fusion reactor capable of producing nearly endless life energy.]
[Host possesses extremely high conceptual resistance against known physical and energy-based damage.]
[Strength, speed, defense, regeneration, and biological stability have surpassed the physical limitations of the current dimensional framework.]
[You are a god walking among mortals.]
The system notification faded slowly.
Lynn rose silently from the floor of the underground chamber.
He ignored the exaggerated descriptions entirely.
Instead—
He looked down calmly at his own hands.
A faint layer of translucent starlight flowed quietly across his skin.
Not energy armor.
Not external shielding.
It was his body itself.
Perfect.
Stable.
Self-sustaining.
Lynn could feel it clearly now.
No need for breathing.
No need for food.
No dependence on solar radiation.
The previous Kryptonian limitations had disappeared completely.
His body itself had become a perpetual stellar reactor.
An endlessly circulating closed-loop lifeform.
With a simple thought—
His feet slowly left the ground.
Gravity no longer possessed authority over him.
The air distorted faintly around his floating body.
Power surged through every inch of him.
Not explosive violence.
Absolute certainty.
If he punched downward now—
Lynn genuinely felt he could crack through Earth's crust itself.
And regarding defense—
Even against Thanos personally—
He no longer felt fear.
This…
Was the true Undying Divine Body.
Lynn slowly changed back into the white coat afterward.
The refined doctor appearance returned once more.
Yet beneath the calm exterior—
Something fundamentally inhuman had already been born.
Just as Lynn prepared to leave the underground chamber and observe the battlefield personally—
Two communicators erupted simultaneously.
Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—!!!
Beep—Beep—Beep—!!!
Both devices had been configured at absolute emergency priority.
One belonged to Nick Fury.
Director of S.H.I.E.L.D..
The other—
A direct encrypted line connected to the Batcave.
Batman.
…
The communicators rang continuously within the silent underground chamber.
Lynn glanced calmly at Fury's device.
Then Bruce Wayne's.
But instead of answering—
He walked toward a small coffee machine placed near the laboratory workstation.
Fresh Colombian coffee beans dropped into the grinder.
Outside—
The sky above New York burned orange-red beneath Chitauri bombardment.
Explosions shook the city continuously.
The floor beneath the clinic vibrated faintly.
Meanwhile—
The coffee machine hummed softly.
Only after pouring himself a fresh cup did Lynn finally activate both communicators simultaneously on speaker mode.
"Lynn!"
Fury's furious voice exploded first.
Sirens and battlefield noise roared behind him.
"Where the hell are you?!"
"New York is collapsing!"
"There are aliens everywhere!"
"We need you immediately—"
"Lynn."
Bruce Wayne's voice entered immediately afterward.
Calmer.
Colder.
But the rapid breathing beneath his composure betrayed tension.
"The Justice League is deploying toward Manhattan now."
"Current estimates place the Chitauri vanguard force above thirty thousand units."
"The Avengers alone cannot contain them."
Lynn blew lightly across the coffee surface.
Then took a sip.
"Director Fury."
"Mr. Wayne."
"It places me in a difficult position when both of you attempt recruitment simultaneously."
"Cut the bullshit!"
Fury roared instantly.
"You possess superhuman abilities!"
"You have responsibilities as a citizen—"
"Responsibilities?"
Lynn interrupted calmly.
"When exactly did I sign military enlistment papers?"
"When did either of you pay conscription fees?"
Fury froze briefly.
Heavy breathing filled the communication channel.
Meanwhile—
Bruce Wayne spoke again.
"Lynn."
His voice lowered slightly.
"This is not about profit."
"Tens of thousands of civilians are dying."
"I know you aren't a saint…"
A brief pause.
"But you aren't a monster either."
"Mr. Wayne."
Lynn took another sip of coffee.
"Using emotional pressure during negotiations is considered poor etiquette."
"I am a doctor."
"Not a vigilante driven by idealism."
The words settled heavily across both communication channels.
Then Lynn continued calmly.
"If you expect me to rush onto the battlefield and fight alien soldiers directly…"
"Forget it."
"But…"
"If your heroes wish to avoid bleeding to death beneath collapsing buildings…"
"Send them to my clinic."
Fury exploded instantly.
"Your clinic isn't even near the front lines!"
"Transportation throughout Manhattan is destroyed!"
"The wounded can't reach your damn building!"
"Then construct the hospital directly inside the battlefield."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Lynn stood before the reinforced window quietly holding coffee.
Beyond the partially sealed blast shutters—
The gigantic blue wormhole above Stark Tower continued vomiting endless Chitauri troops into the sky.
Then Lynn spoke again.
"Contact Iron Man."
"Have Stark Industries deploy its highest-grade mobile armored medical platforms."
"Airdrop them directly onto Fifth Avenue."
"That intersection becomes my battlefield clinic."
Another long silence followed.
Finally—
Fury spoke slowly.
"You're insane."
"That location is the primary Chitauri assault route."
"Highest fire-density zone in Manhattan."
"Building a hospital there is suicide."
"Which is why treatment fees increase tenfold."
Lynn answered lightly.
"War-zone surcharge."
"All charges billed through Avengers operational funding."
A loud crashing sound echoed from Fury's side.
Likely another destroyed table.
"Fuck your businessman logic, Lynn."
"Deal?"
Silence again.
Then finally—
"…Deal."
Fury practically forced the word out.
"I'll contact Stark."
"But you'd better guarantee—"
"I guarantee only one thing."
Lynn placed the empty coffee cup upside down on the table.
"Anyone entering my operating room…"
"Will not die."
The S.H.I.E.L.D. communication disconnected immediately afterward.
Only Bruce Wayne's line remained active.
"Mr. Wayne."
Lynn's tone returned to calm politeness.
"Anything further?"
Several seconds passed before Bruce answered.
"…You truly intend to remain only a doctor?"
"With your current level of power?"
Lynn laughed softly.
"My abilities are suited for treatment and saving lives."
"As for everything else…"
A slight pause.
"That falls outside my service scope."
The Batcave communication disconnected afterward.
Silence returned to the underground chamber once more.
Lynn placed both communicators aside calmly.
Then walked toward the massive floor-length mirror nearby.
The reflection showed the familiar white coat and gold-rimmed glasses again.
Doctor Lynn.
Civilized.
Professional.
Gentle.
A faint smile slowly spread across his face.
Outside—
The Chitauri army descended endlessly.
Tens of thousands of extraterrestrial biological weapons flooded Manhattan.
And now—
For the first time—
The greatest battlefield operating room on Earth…
Was about to open officially.
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