【Ding! Cured an extremely complex genetic exhaustion condition! Evaluation: S-Rank · Perfect Analysis!】

【You have completed a high-difficulty treatment involving high-dimensional radiation and gene recombination! System evaluation improved!】

【Divine Hand Copy activated... Scanning the target's core talents...】

【Core talents detected: Super Genius: Strategy and Manipulation (S-Rank), Pinnacle of Human Wealth (Special Talent · Cannot be copied), Heart of a Conspirator (A-Rank)...】

【Based on the treatment contribution (S-Rank), automatically copying the highest available quality talent...】

【Copy progress: 10%... 50%... 100%!】

【Ding! Copy complete! Obtained S-Rank talent: Super Genius: Strategy and Manipulation (Incomplete Version · 60%)!】

Boom...!

An unimaginably vast torrent of pure knowledge and information instantly flooded into Lynn's brain!

If Bruce Wayne's wisdom was the ultimate in tactics and detective work...

If Tony Stark's wisdom was the peak of engineering and creation...

Then Lex Luthor's wisdom was the culmination of macro-strategy, business finance, political maneuvering, and the manipulation of the human heart!

In an instant, a map of the entire world's economic pulse appeared in Lynn's mind.

He could clearly see the flow of every single fund and predict changes in the political landscape months in advance from the most insignificant stock market fluctuations.

He saw through the essence of power and the greed and fear of human nature.

At this moment, his thinking had once again completed an ultimate evolution.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the once-greatest mind on Earth, who was still imprisoned within his own body.

A hint of pity had already appeared in his gaze.

Like a high-level mathematician looking at an elementary school student struggling with a quadratic equation.

"Alright, Mr. Luthor." Lynn stood up.

Placing a tablet on the table in front of Luthor, he said, "Our diagnosis and testing phase has ended."

"Now, let's talk about... the real medical fee."

An electronic agreement was glowing on the tablet's screen.

The title was in bold, jarring letters... "LexCorp Subsidiary Controlling Interest Gratuitous Transfer Agreement."

Lex Luthor's eyes turned downward with great effort, taking in the contents of the agreement.

The agreement required him to unconditionally transfer all shares of three subsidiaries under LexCorp to an offshore company named "Miracle Medical," which had been registered less than half an hour ago.

And these three companies were:

"Frontier Material Technology," responsible for the research and reverse engineering of special alloys recovered from various alien ship remains.

"Alien Biology Lab," responsible for the dissection and analysis of all extraterrestrial organisms captured by the LexCorp.

"Warehouse 13," which claimed to be an ordinary logistics transit station but was actually Luthor's secret base for storing all "black technology" and dangerous items.

These three companies were the most core, secret, and expensive parts of Luthor's vast business empire.

They were the technological foundation he used to fight Superman and challenge the gods.

Now, this man actually wanted to swallow all his lifelines in one go!

An uncontrollable rage exploded from Luthor's chest, and his brain buzzed with extreme anger.

"You're... dreaming!" He squeezed those words out from between his teeth with all his willpower.

Although he couldn't make a sound, his eyes had become as sharp as knives.

"It seems you still haven't figured out the situation." Lynn completely ignored his anger and tapped the tablet twice with two fingers.

"Mr. Luthor, the dormancy agent I injected into you has a two-stage effect."

"The first stage is what you're experiencing now: locking down your motor nerves and turning you into a living statue that can only think."

Lynn paused, his tone becoming cold and cruel.

"And the second stage will activate in two hours."

"At that time, the dormancy agent will begin to take over your autonomic nervous system, such as your heartbeat, your blood pressure, and... your respiratory center."

"You will clearly feel your lungs gradually forgetting how to breathe and your heart slowly stopping its beat. That feeling should be very... special."

Luthor's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!

He naturally understood what that meant.

It was the most cruel form of ultimate torture: experiencing one's bodily functions shutting down step by step while remaining fully conscious.

"The only antidote has already been mixed into this tablet's fingerprint recognition module." Lynn pointed to the confirmation button at the bottom of the screen, which was blinking with a faint green light.

"As soon as you press it and confirm this transfer agreement, the antidote will instantly merge into your blood through skin contact, resolving all your body's abnormalities."

"You don't have much time to consider."

After Lynn finished speaking, he stopped looking at him and turned to walk back to the rear area.

It was as if he had no interest whatsoever in the outcome of this gamble worth tens of billions of dollars.

Time ticked away, second by second, in the dead silence of the clinic.

Every second felt like a century to Lex Luthor.

His brain was calculating frantically.

Resist? It was meaningless.

He was currently meat on the chopping block, unable even to commit suicide.

Stall? The other party had clearly calculated the time; two hours was the limit before his psychological defenses collapsed.

Beg for mercy? How could he, Lex Luthor, beg for mercy from a street doctor!

But... the fear of death was like a cold hand, tightly gripping his heart.

He didn't want to die.

He still had vast plans to complete; he hadn't yet seen that alien kneel at his feet with his own eyes.

He couldn't die so pathetically in an obscure little clinic.

Humiliation, anger, resentment, fear...

All emotions eventually converged into a single word... survive.

It was unknown how much time had passed—perhaps ten minutes, perhaps half an hour.

The paralysis locking his body began to show a very faint sign of loosening.

This was precisely calculated by Lynn—a dose just enough to let him barely control one hand but not enough to make any aggressive movements.

Luthor felt it.

He used all the willpower of his life to mobilize every nerve fiber that had just regained a hint of sensation.

His right hand began to tremble violently at a rate barely perceptible to the naked eye.

Sweat seeped from his forehead and slid down his stiff cheeks.

One centimeter... five centimeters... ten centimeters...

His right hand, like a rusty mechanical arm, moved slowly and painfully toward the tablet that would decide his life or death.