Chapter 112: Kinetic Energy Absorption
N'Jadaka's body suddenly convulsed.
The ECG monitor immediately erupted into a storm of fluctuations, sharp peaks and erratic valleys racing across the display.
T'Challa instinctively stepped forward.
Lynn's gaze stopped him cold.
"Don't move."
The words were calm.
Absolute.
T'Challa froze where he stood.
For thirty long seconds, the only sounds in the operating room were the monitor alarms and the rhythmic hum of medical equipment.
Then the All-Seeing Eye delivered updated results.
Abnormal stem-cell cluster: Rapid apoptosis detected.
Vibranium particle generation rate: Reduced from 17,000 per second to fewer than 500 per second.
Systemic mineralization: Contained.
Lynn continued the procedure.
There was no celebration.
No relief.
Only work.
The high-frequency molecular scalpel descended once more.
Under the guidance of the All-Seeing Eye, every incision was executed with microscopic precision. The blade carefully separated the toxic mass from the heart's surface, removing mutated tissue layer by layer while preserving every viable section of healthy myocardium beneath.
A mistake of even a fraction of a millimeter would have been fatal.
Lynn made none.
Minute after minute passed.
The operating room remained silent except for the steady beeping of the monitor.
Forty-seven minutes later, the final fragment of contaminated tissue was excised.
The dark-purple mass landed in a metal tray with a dull metallic clang.
Only then did T'Challa realize his back was drenched in sweat.
Throughout the operation, he had barely breathed.
Lynn began closing the surgical site.
The incision was sutured.
A second injection followed.
This one carried a systemic dose of neutralizing serum designed to circulate throughout N'Jadaka's body and eliminate residual vibranium contamination.
Only after completing every step did Lynn remove his gloves.
"The surgery is finished."
His voice remained casual.
"The remaining vibranium deposits throughout his body will be gradually broken down and expelled over the next seventy-two hours."
"In three days, he'll be able to walk normally."
T'Challa immediately looked toward the monitors.
The ECG had stabilized.
A healthy rhythm steadily pulsed across the screen.
Even more obvious was N'Jadaka's appearance.
The gray discoloration that had spread across his body was fading.
Healthy dark-brown skin slowly reemerged as circulation normalized.
For several moments, T'Challa simply stared.
His lips moved slightly.
Several words seemed to form before disappearing.
Eventually, he turned toward Lynn.
Then he bowed.
A formal royal bow.
One of the highest expressions of gratitude recognized by Wakandan tradition.
"Doctor Lynn."
"Wakanda owes you a debt."
"It's not a debt."
Lynn washed his hands without even turning around.
"It costs two hundred kilograms of vibranium."
"And one complete set of technical schematics."
"Delivery within three days."
T'Challa straightened.
His eyes lingered on Lynn for several seconds.
"Understood."
After speaking those words, he turned and instructed the waiting Dora Milaje to enter.
The guards carefully transferred N'Jadaka onto a transport stretcher.
Moments later, the operating room emptied.
The underground clinic became quiet once more.
Only Lynn remained.
He dried his hands and leaned against the nearby console.
At that exact moment, a familiar notification echoed through his mind.
A golden panel unfolded across his vision.
[Ding! Successfully neutralized a deep-level toxic mutation caused by high-dimensional minerals!]
[Treatment Evaluation: S Rank]
[Outstanding Performance!]
[Divine Hand activated...]
[Scanning target for core talents...]
[Core talents detected:]
[Heart-Shaped Herb Mutation: Vibranium Resonance (S-Rank)]
[Wakandan Royal Tactical Intuition (A-Rank)]
[Copy Progress: 10%...50%...100%]
[Copy Successful!]
[Obtained S-Rank Talent: Vibranium Resonance — Absolute Kinetic Energy Absorption and Release]
[Ability Description:]
[All cells within your body can actively absorb kinetic energy impacting your body's surface and convert it into storable physical energy.]
[Stored energy may be released at will.]
[Maximum storage capacity depends on the durability and carrying capacity of the host body.]
Lynn slowly closed his eyes.
Something changed.
A warm metallic current surged from the depths of his skeleton.
It spread through his bones.
His muscles.
His blood.
Every cell in his body.
The energy membrane generated by the Immortal Divine Body immediately responded.
Subtle alterations occurred within its structure.
Its molecular density increased.
Countless microscopic chambers began forming throughout the protective layer.
A honeycomb-like network.
Energy reservoirs.
Shock absorbers.
Storage compartments.
The fundamental characteristic of vibranium.
Absorption.
Storage.
Release.
Lynn opened his eyes.
A faint smile appeared.
"Useful."
No visible side effects appeared.
No pain.
No instability.
The integration process completed perfectly.
Once N'Jadaka and the Wakandans departed, Lynn personally escorted T'Challa and the Dora Milaje from the clinic.
The doors closed behind them.
Then he immediately headed downstairs.
Past the laboratory.
Past the medical wing.
Past the reinforced storage rooms.
To the deepest blast-resistant chamber beneath the clinic.
One reinforced alloy door sealed behind him.
Then another.
Then a third.
The chamber locked down completely.
Lynn removed his white coat.
Wearing only a black compression shirt, he walked to the center of the room.
He intended to determine the limits of his new ability.
Several meters away sat a weapons-testing platform.
Mounted on it were three automated Gatling guns.
Each weapon had a 12.7mm caliber.
Each was capable of firing approximately four thousand rounds per minute.
Originally salvaged and modified from decommissioned S.H.I.E.L.D. hardware following the Battle of New York, they had previously been used to test the upper limits of the Immortal Divine Body.
Lynn walked toward the control panel.
"Begin firing."
The command was issued.
The barrels started spinning.
A low mechanical growl filled the chamber.
Then came the storm.
Thousands of rounds erupted forward.
A 12.7mm heavy machine-gun round slammed into Lynn's chest at nearly 890 meters per second.
Nothing happened.
No blood.
No wounds.
Not even a bruise.
The immense kinetic energy carried by the projectile vanished instantly.
Absorbed.
Stored.
Converted.
The newly formed energy chambers within the Immortal Divine Body consumed every ounce of force.
Another bullet struck.
Then another.
Then hundreds more.
Lynn lowered his gaze toward his chest.
He could feel it.
The energy accumulating.
Expanding.
Like air steadily filling a balloon.
Every impact deposited more power into his cells.
The stored force continued growing.
Waiting.
Building.
For ten uninterrupted seconds, the barrage continued.
Approximately six hundred rounds struck his body.
A faint purple-black radiance gradually appeared across his skin.
The visible manifestation of stored kinetic energy.
"Cease fire."
The Gatling guns immediately fell silent.
The chamber became quiet again.
Lynn flexed his fingers.
The sensation was unmistakable.
The kinetic energy inside him had reached an extraordinary level.
By rough estimation, the stored force was equivalent to the impact generated by a fully loaded heavy truck colliding with a solid wall at one hundred twenty kilometers per hour.
Enough.
He raised his right foot.
Then lightly tapped the floor.
No physical strength was used.
Instead—
Every bit of stored kinetic energy was released simultaneously through the sole of his foot.
BOOM!
The blast chamber exploded with sound.
A violent shockwave erupted outward from the impact point.
The reinforced alloy floor buckled instantly.
Sections composed of lead alloys, vibranium composites, and extraterrestrial materials folded upward like sheets of paper.
The shockwave raced through the chamber.
All four walls shuddered.
The nearest wall collapsed inward.
A crater the size of a washbasin appeared in the alloy plating.
Cracks spread outward like spiderwebs.
Across the walls.
Across the ceiling.
Across the entire structure.
When the dust settled, Lynn remained standing exactly where he had been.
He looked down.
The crater beneath his foot measured over two meters in diameter.
Approximately fifteen centimeters deep.
The purple-black glow faded.
The stored energy was gone.
His body returned to normal.
No fatigue.
No strain.
No signs of damage.
As though nothing had happened.
Lynn adjusted his glasses.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"So I can absorb damage."
"Store it."
"And then shatter reinforced alloy with a single step."
The implications were obvious.
His already absurd physical durability had risen to another level.
Physical attacks no longer merely failed to harm him.
They actively strengthened him.
Every punch.
Every collision.
Every impact.
Became fuel.
The harder an enemy struck him, the stronger his retaliation became.
Lynn evaluated the ability extremely highly.
At least on a purely physical level, this configuration bordered on invincibility.
Even if the Hulk returned and threw another full-force punch—
Lynn suspected the one suffering broken bones might not be him.
Two hours later, after personally repairing the damaged blast chamber floor, Lynn finally returned upstairs.
He brewed himself a pot of tea.
And for the first time that day, relaxed.
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