The True Heiress: A Powerful All-Rounder

Chapter 6: The Awakening of the Blood Phoenix

Upper East Side, Manhattan – Winchester Manor

The AI butler’s electronic eye flickered red.

“Warning: Escaped experiment subject unauthorized for entry.”

Laser barriers shot from the marble columns, burning scorch marks into the snow.

Lynn raised her left hand, the chip embedded in her palm glowing with a faint pulse. Viking runes materialized in the air above her, and instantly, every defense system of the estate switched allegiance. The drones’ barrels turned toward the approaching security team.

“Darling, brute force is so dull,” Alexander’s voice crackled through the magnetic suspension sports car’s speaker as he tossed over a USB drive embossed with the World Tree emblem.

“Try this Ragnarök virus.”

Main Hall of the Estate

Mrs. Winchester was signing an organ trade contract in front of a holographic display when suddenly, the screens flashed red with blood-soaked warnings:

“X-23 Experiment subject has breached containment.”

She turned just in time to see Lynn’s phoenix tattoo melt a human-shaped hole through the bulletproof glass wall.

“Mother,” Lynn’s fingertip dripped with liquid metal.

“Are you referring to this living blood bank that can melt titanium alloy?”

Gene Laboratory

Alexander wielded a Thor’s hammer-shaped EMP device, blasting open the vault door. Inside, dozens of Lynn’s clones in cryogenic tanks suddenly opened their eyes. Alarms screamed through the estate:

“Loki Protocol initiated. Eliminate all witnesses.”

Mrs. Winchester clenched the remote in her hand.

“Stop! Or I’ll detonate the nano-bombs in your brain!”

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

“Is this what you mean?” She pulled a small device from behind her ear—it was the ‘World Serpent’ prototype, stolen from the Pentagon last night.

“I modified it into a Bitcoin miner.”

Rooftop Standoff

Twelve Apache attack helicopters circled the estate. The holographic image of the Secretary of Defense screamed through the air:

“Hand over the X-gene host immediately!”

In response, Alexander wrapped an arm around Lynn’s waist, his Colt Python pressed to her temple.

“Apologies, sir,” he murmured, “but my blood servant needs to replenish her energy.” He licked the blood off the side of her neck. The phoenix tattoos on both of their necks suddenly flared with blinding, nuclear-like light.

As the light faded, nothing remained but the falling ashes—each flake inscribed with runes.

“Ragnarök Act II: The Blood Phoenix Burns the City.”