Chapter 131: Charging for the Engine
Lynn located the median cubital vein along the inside of Fiora's left arm.
The All-Seeing Eye penetrated layers of Kryptonian tissue instantly, mapping vascular structures, blood pressure, cellular density, and precise insertion depth.
Every variable appeared before him.
Perfectly clear.
The needle descended.
It pierced her skin.
Fiora's body jerked violently.
A low growl escaped her throat.
Not because of pain.
Kryptonian military personnel were conditioned to withstand far worse.
This was humiliation.
A soldier of Krypton.
An officer of General Zod's forces.
Reduced to having her blood drawn by an Earth physician.
Lynn ignored the reaction completely.
The extraction process continued.
Several seconds later, the vial was full.
The blood shimmered faintly.
Golden.
Radiant.
Alive with Kryptonian genetic potential.
Lynn sealed the container and immediately placed it inside a cryogenic storage compartment.
Fiora-Ul's blood.
A pure military-caste Kryptonian genetic template.
Unlike Superman's civilian lineage, Fiora's genome represented Krypton's warrior class—optimized for combat efficiency, battlefield adaptation, and aggressive physical performance.
The moment the storage compartment sealed, a familiar notification appeared.
[Ding!]
[Pure High-Level Kryptonian Warrior Genes Acquired!]
[Existing Incomplete Kryptonian Gene Template Detected!]
[Perfect Fusion Route Available!]
[Requirements:]
[1. High-Concentration Yellow Solar Radiation]
[OR]
[2. Core Energy Exposure from a Kryptonian World Engine]
[Fusion Catalyst Required.]
Lynn slowly looked upward.
Toward the World Engine dominating the skies above Metropolis.
The machine continued releasing gravity pulses powerful enough to terraform an entire planet.
Inside that structure existed extraordinary amounts of Kryptonian energy.
Far beyond anything naturally available on Earth.
Enough to complete the fusion process.
Enough to finish what Superman's genetic template had begun.
His gaze lingered on the machine.
Then briefly returned to Fiora.
The Kryptonian officer's condition had deteriorated noticeably.
Without a functioning environmental system, Earth's atmosphere continued overwhelming her sensory processing.
As established in Kryptonian lore, newly exposed Kryptonians often struggled with sensory overload under a yellow sun. Every sound became louder.
Every color brighter.
Every sensation intensified.
Her combat capability was collapsing rapidly.
Within minutes, she would be completely incapacitated.
No longer a threat.
Lynn released her wrist.
Then turned toward the sky.
At that exact moment, a roar thundered across Metropolis.
The voice belonged to General Zod.
The Kryptonian warlord had noticed him.
The mothership's external communication systems amplified his command.
The language was Kryptonian.
The All-Seeing Eye translated automatically.
"Kill that Earth insect."
Immediately, two Kryptonian assault craft detached from the Black Zero.
Blue engine flames erupted behind them.
Both ships accelerated toward Lynn.
Their plasma cannons began charging.
Lynn calmly looked at the incoming aircraft.
Then placed the blood sample inside an inner storage compartment.
After that, he returned to the medical pod.
The hatch closed behind him.
He removed his white coat.
Carefully folded it.
And stored it away.
The battlefield wasn't a suitable place for expensive clothing.
Biosymbiotic Adaptation activated.
His body immediately began changing.
Bones restructured.
Muscle density increased dramatically.
Height rose from approximately 183 centimeters to nearly 195.
Body mass doubled.
Muscle fibers thickened.
Facial structure shifted.
Within seconds, the appearance of the mild-mannered doctor vanished.
In his place stood an imposing warrior.
Broad-shouldered.
Powerful.
Unrecognizable.
From a storage compartment he removed a black combat robe woven from advanced alloy fibers.
Then came the final piece.
A white faceless mask.
The same mask associated with the mysterious individual observed during the Battle of New York.
The mask settled into place.
Identity hidden.
Preparation complete.
Golden sparks erupted.
A portal opened.
Lynn stepped through.
At that exact moment, the Kryptonian ships fired.
Two enormous plasma beams descended from the sky.
The strikes landed precisely where he stood.
The explosion engulfed an entire section of ruins.
Temperatures soared into the thousands of degrees.
Shockwaves blasted outward.
Dust and debris consumed everything.
Several seconds later, the smoke cleared.
Lynn remained standing exactly where he had been.
Unmoved.
The Immortal Divine Body absorbed the thermal radiation.
Vibranium Resonance absorbed the kinetic force.
Every ounce of destructive energy vanished into storage.
A faint purple-black glow appeared beneath his skin.
The plasma blasts hadn't harmed him.
They had recharged him.
Lynn looked up.
The assault ships continued circling.
Their weapons recharging.
He ignored them completely.
They weren't the objective.
The World Engine was.
His legs bent.
Then he launched.
The ruined ground collapsed beneath the force.
A crater three meters deep formed instantly.
Spiderweb cracks spread outward across the rubble.
Lynn shot skyward.
A living projectile.
The sound barrier shattered around him.
A circular shockwave expanded outward.
The two Kryptonian ships immediately pursued.
Their plasma cannons fired continuously.
Blue-white energy streaked through the sky.
None of it mattered.
Every impact simply increased the glow beneath Lynn's skin.
Every attack became fuel.
Two hundred meters from the World Engine.
The gravity intensified.
Current Gravity: 8× Earth Standard
His ascent slowed.
For the first time, resistance became noticeable.
Still insufficient.
Lynn continued climbing.
One hundred fifty meters.
Current Gravity: 10× Earth Standard
The pressure increased dramatically.
Muscles tightened.
The Immortal Divine Body adapted instantly.
Simultaneously, Gamma Strength responded.
Physical pressure triggered growth.
The greater the burden, the stronger he became.
Exactly as intended.
One hundred meters.
Current Gravity: 12× Earth Standard
The World Engine now filled his vision.
Its colossal structure rotated endlessly.
Kryptonian symbols covered the surface.
Mechanical tentacles extended from beneath it.
Massive structures responsible for anchoring and stabilizing the machine.
Two tentacles descended simultaneously.
Both targeted Lynn.
He didn't evade.
Instead, he reached out.
One hand grabbed each tentacle.
The structures were enormous.
Roughly the diameter of mature trees.
Constructed from advanced Kryptonian alloys.
According to the All-Seeing Eye, their durability exceeded Earth's strongest industrial steel by dozens of times.
Lynn tightened his grip.
His fingers punched directly into the alloy.
Then he pulled.
BOOM!
The tentacles tore free.
Entire sections of the World Engine ruptured.
Sparks erupted.
Blue energy leaked from severed connections.
The detached structures tumbled toward the city below.
Lynn discarded them.
Then reached the outer hull.
Both hands sank into the armor.
Deep.
Past the surface layers.
Then he began pulling.
The result looked impossible.
The World Engine's armor peeled apart.
Not through technology.
Not through magic.
Not through electromagnetic manipulation.
Pure physical force.
Raw.
Direct.
Overwhelming.
The armor split.
A massive opening appeared.
Far below, Superman finally broke free from his opponents.
He looked upward.
And froze.
The World Engine.
One of the most advanced pieces of Kryptonian technology ever created.
A machine designed to reshape planets.
And a white-masked figure was tearing it open with his bare hands.
Recognition surfaced immediately.
The same mysterious masked individual from the Battle of New York.
The same man who had appeared briefly and vanished.
Now standing against Krypton's greatest weapon.
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