MARVEL/DC: DOCTOR IN THE MULTIVERSE

The tungsten-steel sample vanished.

Not melted.

Not softened.

Vanished.

The metal transitioned directly from solid to vapor, bypassing the liquid phase entirely. Wisps of white metallic gas rose from Lynn's fingertips and drifted through the air before dissipating.

Lynn lowered his hand.

The blinding white glow faded.

His fingers returned to normal.

"Not bad."

Five thousand degrees Celsius.

At that temperature, most metals known to modern science ceased being obstacles.

Yet that wasn't what interested him most.

Lynn closed his eyes.

Deep within the Immortal Divine Body, the Kryptonian traits he had acquired stirred.

Among them was one ability he had largely ignored until now.

Heat Vision.

Originally, its output had been disappointing.

It lacked the overwhelming energy source possessed by a true Kryptonian under a yellow sun.

Its destructive power had been negligible.

At best, it could scorch steel.

Now, however, everything had changed.

The perfected Extremis adaptation provided an entirely new energy source.

A source capable of generating absurd quantities of thermal energy.

Lynn opened his eyes.

The heat gathered.

Flowed.

Compressed.

Then surged through his optic nerves.

Two thin beams of white light erupted from his pupils.

The rays struck the opposite wall.

Immediately.

Two glowing red points appeared on the reinforced alloy surface.

Red became orange.

Orange became white.

The surrounding metal began radiating heat.

Two seconds later—

The beams punched directly into the wall.

Lynn cut off the emission.

Silence returned.

He walked toward the damaged section.

The wall consisted of a reinforced composite mixture of lead, vibranium, and alien alloys recovered after the Chitauri invasion of New York.

Even that had not stopped the attack.

The penetration depth measured eight centimeters.

The wall itself was twelve centimeters thick.

Not a complete breach.

But close enough.

If the target had been conventional steel.

Concrete.

Tank armor.

The result would have been dramatically worse.

A satisfied expression crossed Lynn's face.

More than enough.

Then he tested the final component.

Super-lung capacity.

Another incomplete Kryptonian trait preserved within the Immortal Divine Body.

Unlike Superman, Lynn lacked true Freeze Breath.

His version was incomplete.

He couldn't generate cryogenic winds capable of freezing lakes or halting volcanic eruptions.

What he did possess was the underlying physiology.

The lungs.

The capacity.

The pressure.

A single breath could move vastly more air than any human being.

So what would happen if that airflow was combined with Extremis-level thermal generation?

Lynn faced a reinforced testing wall.

Inhaled.

The chamber's air visibly shifted.

Then he exhaled.

Not ice.

Not wind.

Fire.

A white-hot stream erupted from his mouth.

Nearly twenty centimeters in diameter.

The blast struck the wall instantly.

The impact point glowed.

Red.

Orange.

White.

Then the alloy began boiling.

Not melting.

Boiling.

The temperature exceeded the material's ability to remain stable.

Molten droplets sprayed outward.

Vaporized metal exploded from the impact zone.

The chamber shook.

Lynn ceased breathing after approximately one and a half seconds.

Not because he had exhausted his air supply.

Because another second would have burned completely through the wall.

And repairing the chamber was becoming tedious.

He approached the impact site.

A crater nearly the size of a basin had formed.

The edges were smooth.

Glass-like.

The depth measured nine centimeters.

All from a single breath.

One and a half seconds.

"Plasma-class output."

Lynn adjusted his glasses.

Then reviewed his current capabilities.

Physical Power

The Immortal Divine Body combined with Gamma-adaptive growth.

Theoretically limitless physical strength.

Kinetic Energy Countermeasure

Vibranium Resonance.

Absolute absorption and release of kinetic force.

The harder an enemy struck him, the stronger he became.

Extreme Heat

Five-thousand-degree thermal generation.

Enhanced Heat Vision.

Plasma-level breath attacks.

Armor-piercing thermal projection.

Mental Defense

Absolute resistance through Iron Will.

Information Warfare

The All-Seeing Eye.

Three parallel super-intelligence systems.

Multi-dimensional perception and analysis.

Physical attacks were largely meaningless.

Mental assaults were ineffective.

And now he possessed devastating energy projection.

Lynn considered the list.

Then smiled.

Against opponents such as Magneto or even a peak-condition Captain Marvel, he could at least stand his ground while turning a profit.

A useful benchmark.

Unfortunately, testing came with consequences.

The next two hours were spent repairing the blast chamber.

Again.

Walls.

Floor.

Structural supports.

Everything he had damaged during experimentation.

Once the repairs were complete, he returned upstairs.

Brewed tea.

And resumed normal life.

The following week was chaotic.

News networks ran continuous coverage.

Tony Stark's Malibu mansion was attacked.

Television footage repeatedly showed the cliffside estate collapsing into the ocean.

The self-proclaimed Mandarin terrorist organization claimed responsibility for numerous bombings.

The President of the United States was kidnapped.

Then, as always, Tony Stark solved the problem.

Using his Iron Legion.

Using the Extremis cure he developed from the corrected formula Lynn had provided.

Aldrich Killian died.

Pepper Potts was cured.

Happy Hogan recovered and left the hospital.

Meanwhile, Lynn remained completely uninvolved.

Exactly as he preferred.

The Arc Reactor documentation arrived as promised.

He stored the files on a quantum-encrypted drive and continued studying the underlying energy architecture developed by Tony Stark.

Life returned to normal.

For almost a week.

At two o'clock in the morning, Lynn sat alone in the basement laboratory.

Several Arc Reactor schematics floated across nearby monitors.

His attention was focused on energy-flow stabilization models when a faint sound interrupted him.

A hiss.

Almost imperceptible.

Lynn raised his head.

The All-Seeing Eye focused automatically.

Three meters ahead.

Space itself was changing.

Golden sparks appeared in midair.

At first they resembled tiny embers.

Then more appeared.

And more.

The sparks formed a rotating circle.

Lynn immediately recognized the phenomenon.

Not fire.

Dimensional friction.

The visible effect produced when space was forcibly folded and connected.

The ring expanded.

One meter.

Then slightly larger.

The interior distorted.

Reality twisted.

A portal opened.

Beyond it stood an ancient stone hall illuminated by flickering light.

The architecture was unfamiliar to most people.

Not to Lynn.

Kamar-Taj.

The dimensional gateway suddenly flickered.

Once.

Twice.

Again.

The instability was obvious.

Whatever maintained the portal was failing.

Then a figure emerged.

Or rather—

Fell.

A body crashed heavily onto the laboratory floor.

The portal behind it flickered violently.

Then shattered.

Golden sparks scattered through the air and vanished.

Silence returned.

Lynn looked down.

A woman lay before him.

Completely bald.

Wearing yellow sorcerer's robes.

A massive tear ran across the center of her chest.

No blood flowed.

Instead—

Black mist seeped continuously from the wound.

The All-Seeing Eye immediately analyzed the phenomenon.

The energy didn't match any conventional physical spectrum.

Not electromagnetic.

Not nuclear.

Not cosmic.

Something else.

Higher-dimensional.

The answer appeared instantly.

Dark Dimension energy.

The patient was identified immediately.

The Sorcerer Supreme.

Ancient One.

Lynn remained motionless.

The All-Seeing Eye continued processing.

Diagnosis

Primary Injury:

Soul-level rupture.

Dark Dimension contamination detected.

Magical circuit erosion: 70%.

Continuing to deteriorate.

Life-force consumption accelerating.

Projected fatality probability increasing.

This wasn't a physical wound.

No scalpel could repair it.

No conventional medicine could treat it.

The damage existed directly at the spiritual level.

The black mist continued spreading.

Across her neck.

Across her chest.

Dark veins emerged beneath her pale skin.

Like corruption slowly consuming her from the inside.

Her breathing became increasingly erratic.

Every breath sounded weaker than the last.

Lynn adjusted his glasses.

Then looked down at the woman lying on the floor.

The strongest mystical guardian of Earth.

The Sorcerer Supreme.

Collapsed in the basement of Miracle Clinic.

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