MARVEL/DC: DOCTOR IN THE MULTIVERSE

The alloy blast door sealed shut behind the six Dora Milaje guards.

Outside—

The lead guard remained standing directly before the entrance.

Tall.

Shaved head.

Eyes sharp enough to resemble drawn blades.

Okoye.

Her grip tightened around the vibranium spear instinctively.

Distrust radiated openly from her posture.

Inside the underground chamber—

Lynn directed the portable medical pod toward the central operating table calmly.

The unconscious patient was transferred manually.

N'Jadaka Udaku.

The middle-aged Wakandan royal advisor looked horrifying beneath surgical lighting.

His skin possessed an unnatural metallic-gray sheen.

Not external contamination.

Structural transformation.

Especially along the extremities—

The fingers and toes had already begun stiffening permanently.

Joint flexibility nearly gone.

Beneath the skin—

Faint metallic crystalline structures spread gradually through the tissue layers.

The All-Seeing Eye completed analysis instantly.

[Automatic Diagnosis Initiated…]

[Patient: N'Jadaka Udaku — Wakandan Royal Family Member]

[Injury Assessment:]

[1. High-density vibranium nanoparticle saturation detected throughout muscular tissue.]

[Concentration highest at extremities.]

[47% of distal muscle fibers replaced by vibranium crystal structures.]

[Elasticity and contraction function collapsing.]

[2. Severe heterogeneous skeletal mineralization.]

[Vibranium nanoparticles infiltrating compact bone through marrow channels.]

[Bone hardness increased dramatically.]

[Toughness reduced below 30% normal threshold.]

[Minor impacts now capable of causing catastrophic fragmentation fractures.]

[3. Liver and kidney metabolic systems nearing collapse.]

[Large quantities of undegradable vibranium metabolic residue accumulating continuously.]

[4. Persistent low-frequency vibranium radiation disrupting nervous system.]

[Symptoms include chronic pain, insomnia, cognitive decline.]

[Cause Analysis:]

[Long-term ingestion of incompletely purified Heart-Shaped Herb derivatives.]

[Heart-Shaped Herb possesses symbiotic biological relationship with vibranium deposits.]

[Low-purity extracts retain excessive vibranium nanoparticle contamination.]

[Short-term use metabolizable.]

[Long-term high-dose use results in irreversible tissue deposition.]

[Projected Fatality Rate: 42%]

[Estimated death within three months due to systemic muscular petrification and organ failure.]

Lynn finished reading silently.

Then leaned casually against the operating table while looking toward Black Panther.

"How many years?"

T'Challa frowned slightly.

"How many years what?"

"How many years have you been feeding him modified Heart-Shaped Herb compounds?"

For the first time since arriving—

T'Challa's expression shifted visibly.

"You know about the Heart-Shaped Herb?"

"I know considerably more than that."

Lynn's tone remained casual.

"Including the fact that your sacred plant exists through symbiosis with vibranium veins beneath Wakanda."

"Your standard royal ritual extraction process is acceptable."

"The purified short-duration enhancement compound used during Panther ascension ceremonies remains biologically stable."

"But your uncle…"

Lynn glanced toward the unconscious patient.

"…was not using that formula."

He pointed calmly toward the crystallized tissue spreading beneath N'Jadaka's skin.

"He consumed a modified low-purity long-duration extract."

"Lower enhancement output."

"But prolonged biological amplification over extended periods."

"Allowing sustained enhanced physiology without fully assuming the Black Panther mantle."

Silence.

T'Challa did not deny it.

"This formula contains approximately eight times greater vibranium residue concentration compared to ritual-grade extracts."

"Your scientists absolutely warned someone about the long-term consequences."

"Either those warnings were ignored…"

A slight pause.

"…or intentionally buried."

"He did it for our family."

"The reason is irrelevant."

Lynn interrupted immediately.

"The result is what matters."

"He is no longer fully carbon-based."

"His body is gradually becoming vibranium ore."

T'Challa's fists tightened visibly.

"Your medical systems cannot solve this issue."

"Because Wakandan medicine relies too heavily upon vibranium itself."

"Using vibranium-derived technology to treat vibranium poisoning…"

"…resembles attempting to extinguish fire using gasoline."

The underground chamber fell silent.

Finally—

T'Challa asked directly:

"Can you save him?"

No royal arrogance remained now.

Only concern.

Lynn answered instantly.

"Yes."

One word.

Nothing more.

Then he retrieved a paper notebook and fountain pen from the nearby workstation.

Not a tablet.

Not holographic projection.

Actual paper.

He wrote two lines calmly.

Then rotated the notebook toward T'Challa.

Line One:

200 kilograms high-purity vibranium ore.

Line Two:

Complete technical schematics for the Black Panther suit kinetic-energy absorption and redistribution system.

The atmosphere changed instantly.

T'Challa's face darkened.

"…You cannot be serious."

His voice sharpened immediately.

"Two hundred kilograms of vibranium?"

"That amount alone exceeds what many nations possess in total!"

"And the Panther suit technology is a Wakandan state secret!"

"Your Highness."

Lynn raised one hand calmly.

"You traveled over eight thousand kilometers personally."

"That means Wakanda already exhausted every available solution."

"Your technology failed."

"Modern human medicine failed."

"The only remaining option…"

He tapped lightly against the notebook.

"…is sitting in front of you."

"Now the question becomes very simple."

"Is your uncle's life worth the price?"

T'Challa stared at him silently.

The muscles along his jaw tightened visibly.

Then suddenly—

He turned sharply toward the blast door.

"Guards!"

Boom.

The alloy entrance opened instantly.

All six Dora Milaje rushed inside simultaneously.

Vibranium spears leveled directly toward Lynn.

Blue energy pulses charged rapidly along the weapon tips.

Okoye stepped forward first.

"You threaten the royal family of Wakanda?"

Her accented English carried open hostility.

The six warriors spread outward perfectly.

Crossfire formation established within less than one second.

A formation capable of annihilating conventional military squads instantly.

Lynn remained motionless.

He did not even glance toward the spears.

His eyes remained fixed calmly on T'Challa instead.

"Your Highness."

"I will give you three seconds…"

"…to withdraw your guards."

T'Challa's voice lowered dangerously.

"You insult the dignity of Wakanda."

"One."

The young prince stopped speaking.

"Two."

At that moment—

Okoye's instincts began screaming uncontrollably.

She could not explain why.

The man before her displayed no hostility.

No combat posture.

No visible tension.

Yet every survival instinct inside her body warned of catastrophic danger.

She had experienced similar pressure only once before.

Facing the Black Panther during full ritual combat state.

No.

This felt worse.

Far worse.

"Three."

Lynn moved.

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