Chapter 108 Boss
Lynn's fingers moved steadily down Black Widow's spine.
Each injection point had already been mapped completely by the All-Seeing Eye.
Microscopic nerve-burn scars.
Damaged neural sheaths.
Residual trauma left behind by years inside the Red Room.
The syringe needle descended precisely.
0.01 milliliters per injection.
No deviation.
The diluted regenerative solution entered each damaged segment silently.
Twenty-three injections total.
From cervical vertebrae—
To thoracic spine.
Not one more.
Not one less.
Natasha remained face down on the operating table throughout the process.
Her fingers gripped the metal edge tightly enough for the knuckles to pale.
Not because of pain.
Because of control.
She was accustomed to controlling every situation.
Every conversation.
Every movement inside a room.
Including her own body.
But now—
She could only remain still and trust the hands behind her.
An unfamiliar sensation.
Lynn finished the final spinal injection calmly.
Then removed the syringe.
"Next."
The reproductive damage required a different method entirely.
No scalpel.
No incision.
No conventional surgery.
Lynn placed both palms lightly above Natasha's lower abdomen.
Then activated microscopic Asgardian bioenergy modulation.
A faint golden glow emerged from beneath the skin of his hands.
The energy seeped inward silently.
Passing through skin.
Muscle.
Fascia.
Then reaching the damaged internal tissues directly.
The destroyed basal endometrial layer.
The scarred fallopian structures.
The dormant regenerative stem-cell clusters suppressed for decades.
Asgardian bioenergy carried unique properties fundamentally different from human medicine.
Not merely healing.
Activation.
It stimulated dormant cellular pathways while simultaneously guiding differentiation direction through precise energy-frequency modulation.
In simpler terms—
It convinced the body to remember how to rebuild itself correctly.
Natasha's breathing slowed unconsciously during the process.
The warmth spreading through her abdomen differed completely from ordinary treatment.
Not heat.
Not electricity.
Something calmer.
Deeper.
Almost alive.
Three minutes passed quietly.
Then—
The golden glow faded.
Lynn withdrew both hands and removed the gloves calmly.
"All done."
Natasha slowly rolled onto her back and sat upright on the operating table.
The difference became noticeable immediately.
The persistent dull ache hidden beneath her left ribs—
Gone.
The stiffness running through her spine for years—
Gone.
Even the chronic fatigue caused by long-term hormonal suppression had already begun fading gradually.
She clenched one fist slowly.
Then released it.
"I…"
Natasha stopped mid-sentence.
For perhaps the first time in years—
She genuinely did not know what to say.
At the same moment—
The system notification echoed inside Lynn's consciousness.
[Ding! Successfully Healed the Deep-Seated Injuries of a Top-Tier Agent!]
[Healing Rating: A — Flawless Precision!]
[Holy Hand Copy Activated…]
[Scanning Target Core Talents…]
[Core Talents Detected:]
[Super Agent Skills — A Rank (Previously Copied)]
[Absolute Flexibility — B Rank]
[Copy Progress: 10%…50%…100%!]
[Ding! Copy Complete!]
[Obtained B-Rank Talent: Absolute Flexibility]
[Ability Description:]
[Greatly enhances tendon elasticity, joint flexibility, and whole-body coordination.]
[Improves fluidity of offensive and defensive movement transitions.]
Lynn reviewed the ability silently.
Not overwhelmingly powerful.
But useful.
Especially when integrated into close-quarters combat alongside the Undying Divine Body and Gamma Strength.
His body-control system became even smoother now.
Meanwhile—
Natasha stepped off the operating table quietly and put the leather jacket back on.
Then fixed her slightly disheveled hair using the reflection from the clinic window.
By the time she turned around again—
Most traces of vulnerability had disappeared.
The Black Widow had returned.
Cold.
Controlled.
Professional.
Yet—
Something subtle inside her gaze had changed permanently.
She walked slowly toward Lynn afterward.
Stopped directly in front of him.
Then said quietly:
"…Thank you."
The words sounded genuine.
A rare thing from Natasha Romanoff.
Then—
Unexpectedly—
She leaned forward slightly on the tips of her toes.
Intent obvious.
Lynn stepped backward calmly before contact occurred.
Natasha froze mid-motion.
The silence lasted two seconds.
Then Lynn adjusted his glasses lightly.
"Agent Romanoff."
"This is still a business relationship."
Natasha stared at him.
Then suddenly laughed softly through her nose.
"…You really are difficult."
"Correct."
She straightened slowly afterward.
No embarrassment appeared on her face.
Only faint amusement.
"Wait for my information."
Then she turned and walked toward the clinic entrance.
The sound of high heels striking shattered glass echoed briefly through the ruined street outside.
Before fading completely into the distance.
Lynn remained standing quietly for several seconds afterward.
A simple exchange of intelligence.
Nothing more.
…
After Natasha left—
Lynn returned underground again.
For the next four hours—
He remained seated alone inside the blast chamber with eyes closed.
No sleep required.
The Undying Divine Body had already eliminated ordinary physiological exhaustion entirely.
Instead—
The All-Seeing Eye passively observed the recovering city above.
Military convoys clearing Chitauri wreckage from Manhattan streets.
Emergency medical teams transporting civilians between shelters.
S.H.I.E.L.D. containment units recovering alien biological material.
Everything unfolded simultaneously within his perception.
At the same time—
Lynn reviewed today's gains systematically.
Current Reputation:
Nearly five times greater than his previous reserves.
The All-Seeing Eye successfully evolved.
The Advanced Ability Forge permanently unlocked.
Cooldown removed.
Fusion limitation removed.
Meaning from this point onward—
As long as sufficient reputation and compatible materials existed—
Continuous high-level ability forging became possible.
But Lynn remained calm.
He no longer possessed the mentality of someone blindly collecting powers.
Because greater quantity did not necessarily create greater strength.
System integration mattered more.
Synergy mattered more.
His current structure had already begun stabilizing into a coherent framework.
Offensively—
The Undying Divine Body combined with Gamma Strength provided absurd close-range lethality.
Defensively—
Conceptual regeneration plus Iron Will mental resistance formed an almost unreasonable survival system.
Informationally—
The All-Seeing Eye combined with triple superintelligence represented his greatest advantage currently.
Only one weakness remained obvious.
Long-range combat capability.
Currently—
He still relied primarily on physical movement to close distance.
No genuine energy-projection system existed yet.
No ranged weaponry fully matching his current combat level.
That issue could wait.
A more immediate problem existed.
Resources.
The Battle of New York had generated extraordinary financial returns.
Forty million from Hawkeye's operation.
Twenty million from Captain America's surgery.
One billion from battlefield emergency services.
Combined with the technology companies and hidden assets extorted earlier from Lex Luthor—
His total resources had already reached globally significant scale.
And tomorrow—
Three tons of enriched uranium plus recovered alien weapon debris would arrive from Alexander Pierce.
Money itself held little meaning now.
Infrastructure mattered.
He required a true high-dimensional laboratory.
Not merely a reinforced basement.
A facility capable of supporting reverse-engineering research on extraterrestrial technology.
Energy systems.
Spatial engineering.
Advanced materials science.
The current underground chamber lacked sufficient scale.
This issue now officially moved to highest priority.
Lynn finally opened his eyes.
Then walked upstairs quietly toward ground level.
Outside Miracle Clinic—
Dawn had arrived.
Sunlight spread gradually across the shattered streets of New York City.
Broken glass reflected golden light across ruined pavement.
Smoke still lingered faintly above several distant buildings.
But the city continued breathing.
Shelter doors opened slowly.
Civilians emerged carefully into the ruined streets—
Stepping over rubble, ash, and alien wreckage beneath the morning sun.
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