And Wanda, who was in front of him, also underwent an astonishing transformation.
The violent, scarlet energy ripples around her gradually subsided, and the color changed from a dazzling scarlet to a soft, beautiful red like an evening glow.
Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the blush on her cheeks spread across her beautiful face.
The nightmare that had plagued her for so long seemed to finally dissipate.
She slowly opened her eyes.
They were beautiful eyes, still startled like a fawn's due to long-term fear and unease.
Her gaze immediately fell upon Lynt's face.
It fell upon their unburdened bodies.
She didn't speak, but instinctively, with her other hand, she also grabbed Lynt's hand.
As if grasping the last straw in the World.
"The door is open, I'm good."
Magneto and Raven witnessed this miraculous scene with their own eyes.
The distorted reality in the room was visibly returning to normal.
The dripping ceiling solidified, the floating furniture fell back to the ground, and the wild colors on the walls faded, returning to their original White.
The entire room, from a madman's canvas, reverted to an ordinary girl's bedroom.
And his daughter, Wanda, was looking at that man with an expression of complete dependence that he had never seen before.
Magneto's pupils, hidden beneath his helmet, contracted violently.
Shock, ecstasy, disbelief... In the end, all emotions transformed into a near-fanatical belief.
He did it.
This human, he really did it!
He was not an investor, nor was he a platform.
He was... the Holy Son sent by Deleted to save his daughter, to save his entire race!
And Raven, she looked at Wanda's dependent gaze, watching her hands tightly gripping Lynt.
A strong, undisguised sense of crisis and possessiveness, like a venomous snake, instantly seized her heart.
She took a step, her blue figure casting a Shadow at the doorway.
The atmosphere in the room was a bit subtle.
Lynt felt his left hand stuck to a hot potato, and behind him stood a jealous person whose air pressure was low enough to freeze.
As for the one at the door, he was even more significant.
He felt Magneto's gaze towards him had changed from scrutiny to that of seeing a reborn parent, then to the complex feeling of his cabbage being taken.
This was not a good thing.
Deifying a person often marked the beginning of putting him on the Fire.
"I... I'm fine?"
Wanda's voice was very soft, with a hint of uncertainty.
She felt an unprecedented calm within her body; the wild power that had once tormented her day and night was now as docile as a small stream.
And the source of all this came from the warmth emanating from the man's palm in front of her.
"Yes, you're fine." Lynt showed what he considered a gentle smile, "It's just temporarily stabilized; you'll need regular maintenance in the future."
He cleverly rephrased the term 'dual cultivation'.
Wanda nodded, half-understanding, but her grip on his hand tightened.
"Thank you..."
"My name is Lynt."
"Lin..."
Wanda softly chanted the name, as if to engrave it in her heart.
Just then, Raven walked in.
She walked to the other side of the bed and naturally linked her other arm with Lynt's, her golden pupils looking directly at Wanda with a possessive gaze that declared her claim.
"How do you feel, little girl?"
Her voice carried a hint of subtle coldness.
Wanda felt a little unnerved by her gaze and instinctively shrank closer to Lynt.
Oh boy, a real-life love triangle?
Lynt had a splitting headache.
He quickly pulled out the hand Wanda was holding and, in the same motion, gently stroked her head, like comforting a startled kitten.
"You should rest well first; your father and I have some matters to discuss."
Then, under Raven's icy gaze, he subtly withdrew his other arm.
No kidding, he didn't want to be a casualty in a war between two women.
Making money was the top priority.
Stepping out of the room, Magneto's attitude towards him had undergone a complete transformation.
"Mr. Lin."
He even used honorifics.
"I agree to all your demands."
"From today onwards, you are the Brotherhood's highest-level strategic consultant.
Your safety will be personally overseen by me.
Funds and resources will be immediately provided."
He looked at Lynt, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"What... do you need?"
Lynt smiled.
The fish had completely taken the bait.
"I need an office in Manhattan, with a good view."
"I need a professional team of lawyers and accountants to help me with company registration and tax issues."
"I need a top-level encrypted communication device and an absolutely secure network server."
"And... for my money to be laundered and transferred to the new company's corporate account."
He rattled off a series of demands in one breath, clear and precise.
Magneto listened, and instead of finding him greedy, he admired him even more.
Such calmness and rationality were the qualities a person capable of controlling the big picture should possess.
"No problem." Magneto nodded, "Everything will be done within three days."
"Very good." Lynt nodded in satisfaction, "Pleasure working with you, Eric."
He extended his hand.
Magneto paused for a moment, then also extended his hand, gripping Lynt's tightly.
A Mutant king and a capitalist from another World, at this moment, for their respective goals, formed a solid alliance.
Three days later.
Midtown Manhattan, the top floor of a prime office building.
Lynt stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the city below, which resembled matchboxes.
Behind him was a newly renovated office, filled with minimalist and high-tech aesthetics.
His Swiss Bank account, which had surged to nearly thirty million U.S. dollars due to his long position in Stark Industries.
Had been cleanly transferred into the new company's account as legitimate "Angel investment" through the channels provided by Magneto.
Plus the one million he had just squeezed out of Wanda.
He was now a bona fide billionaire, holding thirty million U.S. dollars.
"How does it feel?"
Raven hugged him from behind, resting her chin lightly on his shoulder.
She carried the fresh scent of a bath and an air of satisfaction.
Just a moment ago, to celebrate the company's opening, she had engaged in a deep exchange with Lynt, citing the consolidation of power as the reason.
No, it was a battle.
The battle was so intense that the bed frame needed to be replaced again.
Lynt was not resistant to this.
After all, the increase in strength (x1.1) and the ten thousand U.S. dollars in his pocket were tangible gains.
"It feels... alright."
Lynt looked at the World outside the window, his eyes deep.
"It just feels like there's still too little money."