Marvel: My Life Is A TV SHOW!-Chapter 117: Classic Internet Psychopath

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Chapter 117: Classic Internet Psychopath

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Adam Cypher dangled upside down from the thick branch of an ancient oak, his white three-piece suit immaculate despite the indignity of his position.

His legs were hooked casually over the limb, his arms crossed behind his head as if lounging on a beach.

A faint, contented smile played on his lips. Projected before him, shimmering in the crisp European air, was a holographic screen displaying the elegant, platinum-blonde visage of Emma Frost.

"A week," Emma said, her tone a blend of amusement and faint accusation.

"You leave me alone for a week after... that... and now you call me from a tree on a vacation? In France, too, I thought it would for sure be our honeymoon. But Darling, are you nesting?"

Adam chuckled, the sound bright and utterly relaxed. "The tree is comfortable. Good acoustics. Excellent cell reception."

He shifted slightly, settling deeper into his upside-down repose. "How are you feeling, Emma? Truly."

Her expression softened, the sharp edges altering into fascination. "You keep asking that. Like I'm a science experiment you're monitoring for side effects."

"You are," Adam said cheerfully. "My favorite one."

Emma's lips curved. "Then your favorite subject reports; the 'blessing' has stopped."

"Its aftereffects faded a few days after you left. Which is a relief, in a way; I wasn't sure I could handle growing much more powerful without my head exploding."

She paused. "Though my head remains perfectly intact. Everything about me, however... It's significantly enhanced. Just as you expected."

Adam nodded. Yin Yang Harmony indeed worked as he expected. "And side effects?"

"None that I've detected. No loss of control. No psychic bleed-through. Nothing but benefits."

She tilted her head, a cat studying a particularly intriguing mouse. "I have, however, noticed I've become even more beautiful. If such a thing were possible." She said it with complete, unironic conviction. "So there is that."

She leaned closer to her own camera, her ice-blue eyes intent. "Speaking of which... when are you coming back?"

"I find myself missing my guinea pig duties. Beauty is, after all, my eternal nemesis. I would be delighted to serve as your subject forever and ever."

Adam laughed, the sound echoing through the forest. "I have indeed noticed the aesthetic upgrades. You're practically glowing. As for my return..."

He winked. "Trade secrets. But I will keep you as my primary test subject. You're my only one, after all. Hydra really failed my education, you know."

"All those decades of guinea pigs, and they never once taught me the art of pig grooming. Terrible oversight." His grin turned dark.

"I should send them a strongly worded letter of complaint. Maybe embed it in a bomb. Very polite bomb. 'Dear Hydra, your curriculum was lacking. Please find enclosed a remedial education package. With love, Adam.'"

Emma's elegant laugh was genuine. "I see they did a number on your mental because what are you saying? But I kind of like it, and hopefully, we shall do a number on their mental too, all for you, love."

Her expression shifted to something more intimate, more possessive. "Speaking of firsts... I've taken all of yours, haven't I? Your first eternal partner. Your first..." She paused deliberately, her smile amused. "...blessing recipient."

Adam's eyes gleamed, chuckling. "You still haven't taken my soul. Or my first try at a backdoor experience. Or my first successful attempt at baking a non-lethal soufflé. The bar is low, Emma. Aim higher."

"..." Emma stayed silent, trying to comprehend the ludicrous words coming out of his mouth before giggling at the insanity, but still spoke.

"The soul... Well, I do want to look into your mind, but that's proving to be difficult; Maybe my love spell will one day work and make you squeal like a pig." Emma would say with amusement.

The language left Adam impressed. She's learning from him, and he's loving it. Another soul corrupted by his antics.

Emma would continue, "The backdoor experience... I don't mind it that much, but it will have to be after a long dinner with that non-lethal soufflé of yours, and it must be fantastic, alright, love?"

"Huh..." Adam blinked, as if he couldn't believe that worked, but he smiled nonetheless, a brilliant smile, "I can see to it that you experience the best soufflé of your life, though no promises concerning the lethality."

The conversation, as it always did with them, pivoted seamlessly from debauchery to strategy.

"Movement from the M.R.D.," Emma said, her tone cooling to business. "They're agitated. Your conference, your public performance, the X-Men visibility; it's making them desperate."

"They're pushing for accelerated mutant registration legislation. Quietly, for now. But the groundwork is being laid."

Adam's upside-down smile didn't waver. "Music to my ears. Let them push. I have some naughty plans for them, so leave them be for now unless they intrude."

"Also," Emma continued, "I've successfully diverted the Mutant Brotherhood's attention."

"They're currently investigating a very convincing false lead in South America. They should remain... occupied... for at least another month."

"Perfect," Adam said. "We can start the main operation in a couple months. But the superhero initiative; Cypher's Icons, as the tabloids will inevitably call it; That can move faster."

"Start dropping hints. Selective leaks. A few carefully staged 'sightings' of Miss Fortune and her mysterious, devilishly handsome benefactor."

Emma's smile was radiant. "And the Queen's role?"

"Naturally yours. As you wished."

The word settled between them like a benediction. Emma's expression softened into ease. "Music to my ears, darling."

There was a pause. Then, with the casual intimacy of long-familiar lovers, she murmured, "Love you, darling. Goodbye"

She ended the call before he could respond.

Adam blinked at the blank screen, then shook his head slowly, a bemused smile spreading across his features.

"So naughty," He muttered. "Definitely trying to mess with me." Or perhaps she was building something more permanent, reinforcing the partnership with emotional architecture.

Either way, it was effective, lovely.

[She's playing the long game and I respect it.]

[What long game?]

[U know, Emma's smart enough to realize he doesn't actually love anyone, so she's trying to breach through the front door, even sacrificing her backdoor.]

[That description, u spitting my man.]

[I understand it now.]

[Fuck... My Emma. I gotta go watch some Marvel Rivals Emma gameplay to release all this frustration, fuck!]

[...] [Don't release it on your screen.]

[Man, be kind to your rod. There must be some lucky girl out there who needs it... Maybe not, but look at the positives, you can always get a sex doll.]

[...] [...] [...] [...] [...]

[A sex doll isn't to my liking, I think if worst comes to worst, I dig your mom's grave and run a train through her, if desperate enough, even the bones would do.]

[What in the actual fuck??] [TF?] [?????????]

[When u trying to roast on the internet, then casually stumble on the most psychotic human in history, classic.]

What Emma didn't know; what she couldn't know and didn't want to know because she felt it better for such a miraculous blessing to remain a mystery; was that Yin Yang Harmony granted Adam more than just power.

It granted him perception. Through their bond, he could feel her emotions; the genuine warmth beneath the calculated charm, the possessive desire, the growing attachment.

She really, really liked him. But she wasn't in love. Not yet.

Neither was he.

Love was a difficult concept for someone who viewed the world through Adam's lens.

His mind is a stronghold of ambition, paranoia, and a deep, abiding distrust of existence itself.

Sometimes, looking at the people around him, he didn't see flesh and blood. He saw potential corpses. Skeletons waiting for the right tragedy.

He saw ash waiting for the wind. Marvel was a cruel world for the weak, and even the strong often died screaming.

But that was tomorrow's problem. Today was for living. For experiencing. For enjoying the beautiful, terrible journey.

He mused on Yin Yang Harmony. The ability was still revealing itself. Beyond the obvious; strengthening, purification, healing, the slow ascent to a higher state; he had discovered other applications.

He could sense Emma's emotions, her desires, the contours of her mood. He could feel her location, a directional pull in his chest, despite her being in New York and him in... elsewhere.

It was more like a direction, a pull that leads directly to her, despite being a continent away.

There was more to discover. There was always more.

He uncurled his legs and dropped from the branch, rotating midair with vampiric grace to land silently on his feet.

His white three-piece suit was tailored to perfection, the fabric catching the dappled forest light.

His hair, now a striking platinum white, was swept back from his forehead in elegant waves.

His features had sharpened further over the past week; the cheekbones more defined, the jaw more sculpted, his skin luminously pale.

Yin Yang Harmony was polishing him into something almost unreal, a living sculpture of predatory beauty.

There is a reason Emma felt like his prowess, his blessing, should remain a secret, even going as far as burying her curiosity so she doesn't know the full extent of it.

But what she knows already left her bewildered by the insanity. He was basically a walking strengthening, healing, and beautifying potion all in one.

If the word were to get out, she feared what might happen, considering just how dark and terrifying the world can be.

The depths of the world, she knows too well, after some discussion with Adam over their nights together.

That's why she felt apprehensive even bringing up the topic, only after Adam assured her it would be fine and that, worst comes to worst, they would suicide together like in fairy tales.

She wasn't sure what fairy tales he had read, but such incomprehensible words somehow always find a way to settle her mood.

Why worry and lose sanity when the walking Fountain of Youth, Beauty, and Power gives no fuck?