As she spoke, she activated her ability, making the skin on her face show temporary, abnormal energy burn marks.
"This weapon is very strange. It can interfere with our self-healing ability, and even... affect our minds."
Sabretooth, in the corner, was stunned when he heard this.
He recalled the inexplicable irritation and sluggishness during the battle, which he had initially thought was the Widow's Bite's electrical effect. Now, hearing Raven say this, it seemed... there might actually be some truth to it?
Magneto frowned slightly, clearly more interested in the topic of new anti-Mutant weapons.
Raven knew the bait had been cast.
She continued to follow Lynt's script, adding the most crucial detail.
"I don't know what it is, but that chaotic, disordered energy fluctuation reminds me of... Wanda."
Boom!
The name "Wanda" exploded silently in the hall like a bomb.
Magneto's calm eyes instantly churned with colossal waves.
A trace of unbearable pain and worry flashed in his Zhan blue pupils.
His daughter, Wanda Maximoff.
His most powerful weapon, and also his heaviest burden.
The Chaos Magic, capable of distorting reality, was like a nuclear bomb ready to detonate at any moment, both the hope for the Mutant future and the root of all destruction.
"You said... that weapon, is very similar to Wanda's power?"
Magneto's voice wavered for the first time.
"Yes."
Raven nodded, her expression extremely solemn.
"That feeling is like a shoddy imitation of Wanda's power, full of uncontrolled, destructive aura.
I suspect someone is trying to replicate, or even control, this power.
Victor's appearance was an accident, but he drew all the firepower, which allowed me to collect a trace of that weapon's residual energy sample amidst the chaos."
She spread her hand, and in her palm lay a tiny metal tube, containing nothing more than some condensed Water from a slaughterhouse's steam pipes.
But in Magneto's eyes, this might be the key to unlocking his daughter's predicament.
Magneto fell silent.
He was not a fool; he could feel that Raven's narrative contained too many coincidences and unverified parts.
But he didn't care.
As long as this matter had even the slightest connection to Wanda, he had to elevate it to the highest priority.
For Wanda, he could sacrifice everything, including Sabretooth's dignity, and even the entire Brotherhood.
"That man, Lynt."
Magneto's tone shifted, his gaze becoming sharp again.
"I noticed that your power has grown astonishingly in a short period. This is related to him, isn't it?"
It's coming.
Raven's heart tensed.
This was the true core of today's audience.
She made the choice Lynt predicted she would make, and the only correct choice—to confess, but only a part of it.
"Yes."
She did not hide it.
"Lynt, he is very special. His Mutant ability... is amplification.
He can use himself as a medium to permanently enhance another Mutant's ability."
"He made me stronger. Eric, imagine..."
Raven stepped forward, lowered her voice, and spoke the words that could truly move this king.
"What if his ability could be used on Wanda?"
"What if he could amplify Wanda's control over her power, rather than its destructive force?"
Magneto's breathing stopped.
He stared intently at Raven, as if trying to see through her soul.
Stabilizing Wanda's power.
This was his greatest wish, one he had failed to achieve in his entire life.
If... if this human could truly do it... he would no longer be a pretty boy parasitic on Raven.
He would be the entire Mutant race's... holy relic.
The key to revitalizing this suffering race.
The suspicion, anger, and doubt in Magneto's eyes all faded at this moment, replaced by a complex gleam mixed with desire, caution, and immense interest.
He was convinced.
Or rather, he was completely captivated by the grand blueprint Lynt had painted through Raven's words.
"Let him come see me."
Magneto made his decision.
"I want to see with my own eyes what kind of man this is, who can bring you miracles."
When Raven returned to the apartment, Lynt was sitting with his legs crossed in front of a laptop, watching real-time scrolling K-line charts.
On the screen, the stock ticker for Stark Industries was followed by a dazzling, almost vertically upward green line.
On television, Tony Stark had just uttered those famous words in front of the entire World.
"I am Iron Man."
An era had officially begun.
And Lynt had already taken the most luxurious seat at the head of the table before this feast even began.
He heard the door open, but didn't turn his head, merely asking casually:
"How did it go?"
"Promoted, or fired?"
Raven stood behind him, looking at his profile.
The sunlight from outside the window shone on him, enveloping him in a golden halo, making him seem somewhat unreal.
This man had just used a few words to manipulate one of the most powerful Mutants on Earth.
At the same time, he had casually earned enough wealth to buy a small country.
And he hadn't even left this sofa the entire time.
Fear, admiration, infatuation, possessiveness... countless emotions intertwined in Raven's heart, finally converging into a single statement.
She walked over to him, leaned down, and whispered in his ear:
"Eric wants to see you."
"He said he wants to see with his own eyes, his future..."
Raven paused, a curve playing on her lips that even she hadn't noticed, both alluring and dangerous.
"...investor."
But in this small apartment, it only stirred a ripple in Lynt's pupils.
At the center of the ripple was the bright, dazzling green K-line on the laptop screen, almost perpendicular to the ground.
It represented the beginning of an era.
It also represented Lynt's one point eight five million U.S. dollars in principal, which had rolled into an astronomical sum he was too lazy to count within tens of minutes.
"Done, time to knock off."
Lynt closed his laptop with a crisp "snap."
He stretched, his joints popping in a series of cracks, as if shedding a thousand-pound burden.
Raven stood silently behind him.
She looked at the man's profile, the sunlight from the window giving him a golden edge, making him seem somewhat unreal.
Fear, admiration, infatuation, possessiveness... countless emotions intertwined and surged in her golden pupils, finally transforming into a complex statement.
"Eric wants to see you."