He could clearly sense that from that tiny, ant-like figure, a tremendously dense energy aura belonging to the core of the time loom was radiating.

The "positive matter engine" that he coveted so much and that was enough to create the ultimate bomb had been snatched away by this little mouse first.

"Li...tt...le... mo...use..."

The Anti-Monitor's voice was like demonic sounds from the nine nether hells, with every single word carrying a chilling murderous intent sufficient to freeze the soul.

"Hand over... that energy source!"

In an instant, Lynn became the common and only... enemy of these two overlords from different universes who stood at the pinnacle of the Multiverse.

Faced with this dual death glare that was enough to cause the Dao heart of any deity to collapse,

Lynn's face still maintained that unruffled calmness, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

He merely slowly raised his right hand and gently raised a middle finger toward the two in the sky.

Then, he spoke.

In an extremely flat tone, as if stating a fact, he said:

"Excuse me, you two."

"According to the regulations of this Clinic, all foreign assets, upon entering the property scope of this Clinic, will automatically be regarded as... unclaimed property."

"Now, this machine, together with this castle, and the two of you..."

The corners of his mouth curled into a cold, elegant, and professional arc belonging to a surgeon.

"Will all become my personal... private property."

...

The smoke and dust slowly settled.

In the empty, completely hollowed-out thirty-thousandth underground floor, only death-like silence remained.

Overhead were two giant holes with a diameter exceeding hundreds of kilometers.

One had golden time scorch marks still lingering on its edge.

The other radiated crimson antimatter radiation.

Two distinct and terrifying coercions, both sufficient to represent the destruction will of their respective universes,

like two invisible mountain ranges, pressed down fiercely from two directions in the sky.

Air—no, the space of this region itself—emitted an unbearable groan under the squeeze of these two coercions.

On the aged face of He Who Remains Health, the muscles twitched violently due to extreme anger.

His eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at the empty giant pit below, as if wanting to glare a hole out of that nothingness.

He had operated for countless epochs, he had woven the Sacred Timeline.

He considered himself the sole, supreme chess player of the entire Multiverse.

Yet now, someone had stolen his entire chessboard right under his nose.

This feeling made him feel even more humiliated and crazy than being killed directly.

"You..."

Health's voice was as hoarse as two pieces of rusted metal rubbing against each other.

Every single word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You... where... did you take it?"

He couldn't even use the word "steal," because this matter itself had surpassed his understanding of the logic of reality.

That machine, that time loom, its own dimensional weight was equivalent to the superposition of tens of thousands of universes.

Let alone stealing it, even wanting to move it by one millimeter would require energy sufficient to instantly drain a deity dry.

Yet the man in the tattered windbreaker before his eyes had just made it disappear right in front of him.

On the other side, the Anti-Monitor's massive head, composed of countless ferocious tentacles, also slowly probed down from the hole.

His red gaze, burning with the flames of destruction like supernovas about to explode, locked onto Lynn tightly.

He could clearly sense that the "positive matter engine," which he coveted so much and was enough to become his weapon to destroy higher dimensions,

its last trace of energy fluctuation had disappeared from inside the tiny living creature before him.

It had been snatched away first.

By a bug he couldn't even be bothered to step on to death, snatched of the toy he had his eyes on.

"Bu...g..."

The Anti-Monitor's roar was no longer a simple sound wave.

Instead, it was a reverse causality oscillation acting directly on the level of laws.

"Spit out... what you swallowed!"

Two streams of murderous intent, like materialized blades, cut the space around Lynn into pieces.

However, faced with this Extremis that was enough to cause the Dao heart of any deity to collapse,

Lynn's face still maintained that unruffled calmness.

He even had the leisure to take out a snow-white, neatly folded silk handkerchief from his storage space.

Leisurely, he wiped his hands, which hadn't been stained with any dust at all.

He wiped very carefully, from fingertips to wrists, not letting go of a single corner.

As if what he had just performed was not an earth-shattering theft,

but merely completed an insignificant outpatient surgery that had even somewhat dirtied his hands.

After wiping his hands, he casually tossed the handkerchief away, and that handkerchief decomposed into the purest light particles in mid-air, disappearing without a trace.

Having finished all this, Lynn slowly raised his head.

He pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, which remained spotless amidst the previous energy storm.

His gaze first fell upon He Who Remains, who was trembling all over with anger.

"Mr. Health, is it?"

"First, I want to correct a mistaken concept of yours. I am not a thief; I am a Doctor."

"That machine of yours, in my view, is like a diseased organ with severely redundant functions, extremely unreasonable design, and suffering from a severe 'hyperplastic tumor'."

"It severely affected the healthy circulation of the entire Multiverse, causing a massive waste of resources and meaningless internal friction."

He paused, and continued in an extremely professional tone:

"Therefore, I just conveniently did a free 'tumor resection and organ removal' surgery for you just now."

"Look, isn't it much fresher here now?"

"You... you..."

Health pointed at Lynn, so angry that he couldn't say a single word.

He felt like his brain was about to explode from anger.

Lynn ignored him, turning his gaze to the massive red monster on the other side that exuded an aura of destruction.

"As for this... um, big guy covered in red light."

Lynn looked the Anti-Monitor up and down, his gaze resembling that of evaluating an experimental material of decent quality.

"I likewise want to express my gratitude to you."

"To be honest, when I was operating downstairs just now, the sound of the chainsaw was indeed a bit loud."

"I was originally worried that it would disturb the neighbors upstairs and cause unnecessary trouble."

"Fortunately, you kept making clanging demolition noises upstairs, which were much louder than my chainsaw, perfectly covering up my surgical noise."

"This 'decoration fee' of yours, I will have my secretary mail it to your antimatter universe later."