Erasing the Mark, Lynn's Cold Response

The exhaust fan in the Bathroom spun rapidly, but it couldn't remove the sticky, nauseating smell of rotting corpses.

Lynn wore a white bath towel casually around her waist and walked barefoot on the wet marble floor. The hot water from the showerhead gathered at her feet, only to freeze into a thin layer of ice by the drastically lower temperature around her.

He stared at the huge anti-fog mirror on the wall.

On the mirror, the Crown pattern formed by black ice crystals and water vapor is undergoing a strange change. It is no longer a flat shape, but begins to bulge outwards, with sharp barbs gradually piercing through the lens, as if trying to force its way into the Real World from the illusory Dimension.

Black water droplets dripped down the edge of the Crown, landing on the marble countertop and immediately corroding it, leaving pitted and scorched marks, and emitting pungent white smoke.

"Don't struggle."

Hela's ethereal yet oppressive female voice once again echoed from the depths of the mirror. This time, the voice carried undisguised greed and fanaticism.

"Accept my mark obediently. Once you bear my mark, those vulgar women who harass you will never touch a hair on your head again. Your perfect body can only belong to the eldest daughter of Asgard..."

With a whisper, the Crown on the mirror suddenly thrust forward, and several black tentacles formed from pure Aura of Death shot towards Lynn's brow like venomous snakes.

This is an extremely domineering Psychic Brand. Once it is imprinted, Hela can ignore Dimension distances, lock onto Lynn's location anytime, anywhere, and even forcibly interfere with his will.

Lynn stood still, without even blinking.

His nasal cavity was filled with an extremely cold, fishy stench, but his heart in his chest was pumping blood like a heavy engine. In the powerful blood vessels given by the Super-Soldier Serum, the blood was as hot as magma.

Want to keep me as a pet?

A flash of savagery crossed Lynn's eyes.

This woman has been imprisoned in a dark, sunless underground cell for thousands of years; her brain must have been ruined by being submerged in black water. Does she really think that just because she holds the title of a Deity, she can make him kneel down like a dog?

Are you mistaken about something?

Lynn spoke, his voice not loud, but it carried an arrogance colder than the extreme cold.

He raised his right hand, slowly spreading his five fingers.

"Sizzle--"

Beneath the pale skin, Dark Gold patterns instantly lit up. The Dark Phoenix Mark, which had just been forcibly sewn into the depths of the cells, sensed the provocation of the external force, and a violent destructive urge burst forth from its pores.

At the same time, a Scarlet Chaos Magic flowed from his fingertips, like a blood-red film, tightly enveloping the Dark Gold flames.

Two types of top-tier energy, powerful enough to tear apart the universe, were forcibly kneaded in Lynn's palm using his abnormal physical strength.

"This is Earth." Lynn curled his lips into a cruel, sneer. "My territory."

Before he could finish speaking, he clenched his fist tightly.

Facing the black tentacles that pierced straight to his brow, Lynn didn't use any fancy magical defenses. Instead, he simply swung his right arm and slammed his fist, which combined three terrifying powers, into the mirror.

"Bang!"

The moment the fist made contact with the mirror, it didn't shatter immediately, but instead erupted with a piercing sound of energy friction.

Hela's death tentacles attempted to climb up Lynn's finger bones, but the moment those extremely cold and corrosive black wisps touched Lynn's skin, they were instantly burned to nothingness by the Dark Gold flames. Immediately afterwards, Chaos Magic brutally tore through that superior mental pressure.

Go back to your muddy swamp!

Lynn roared, his arm muscles bulged violently, and his bones cracked under the strain.

"Boom--"

The entire anti-fog goggles shattered under the combined force of pure physics and energy.

Countless shards of glass flew outwards like bullets, embedding themselves deeply into the Bathroom walls and ceiling. The black Crown protruding from the mirror, along with the spiritual tentacles that stretched across the stars behind it, was blasted into particles invisible to the naked eye by Lynn's punch.

A visible ripple of energy erupted in the air, instantly turning the Bathroom sink and shelves into dust.

Lynn stood amidst the chaos, slowly withdrawing his fist.

Several small cuts were made on his knuckles by the glass, but almost in the blink of an eye, the Super-Healing Factor restored the wounds to their original state, leaving only a few faint traces of blood.

The temperature in the Bathroom began to rise rapidly.

The life-suppressing cold vanished, and the nauseating stench was replaced by the fragrance of Shower Gel. The flashing red light on the System Panel went out completely, signifying that the faint Dimension connection had been forcibly severed.

Lynn pulled off the towel from her waist, casually wiped the water droplets off her body, then walked to the wardrobe next to her, took out a black silk shirt and put it on.

He buttoned his shirt slowly and deliberately, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

Hela is a huge problem. That's for sure. Being targeted by a Yandere Deity who controls death would probably drive anyone to a mental breakdown by now.

But Lynn only felt excited.

Risk is always proportional to reward. The more insane Hela becomes, the more she wants to possess him, the greater the value he can extract from the "Till Death Do Us Part Simulator." Asgard's resources are far more tempting than the scrap metal of these military and intelligence organizations on Earth.

"Take your time." Lynn sneered at the shards of glass scattered on the ground. "Once I've completely tamed these crazy women on Earth into obedient dogs, I'll go and meet you in the Abyss."

He pushed open the broken glass door of the Bathroom and strode out.

at the same time.

Helheim beneath Asgard.

"Boom!"

The thick Bronze Pillars shook violently, and the Black Chain hanging on it were taut, emitting a deafening metallic scraping sound.

Hela suddenly fell backward, crashing heavily onto the rocks in the middle of the Blackwater.

"Cough..."

She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of pitch-black divine blood. The blood fell into the black water, instantly causing a large cloud of pungent white smoke to boil.

The spiritual tentacles that transcended Dimension were forcibly severed, and even the Goddess of Death could not be completely immune to this backlash. She stretched out her right hand, looking at her few pale fingers.

The skin and flesh at the fingertips were charred black, even revealing the stark white bone beneath. A trace of Dark Gold flame remained, along with an extremely domineering Chaos Magic.

What chilled her even more was the absolute arrogance the man displayed when he threw his punch, transmitted through the mental connection.

He disrespects the Deity.

He didn't even consider her, the eldest daughter of Asgard, a threat.

That mortal, that prey trapped in the territory of a bunch of lowly women, actually dared to smash her mark with his fists and send her back to the mud!

For thousands of years, who, apart from Odin, dared to be so disrespectful to her?

Hela stared intently at her charred fingers, her chest heaving violently. The skeletons in the black water churned wildly because of her emotional turmoil.

One second. Two seconds.

Suddenly, Hela's chapped lips slowly parted.

"Hehe..."

A very low laugh escaped from her throat, then grew louder and sharper, finally turning into a hysterical scream that echoed throughout the entire underground cell.

Hahahaha!

Hela sat up abruptly and shoved her charred finger into her mouth without a second thought.

She sucked hard at the remaining blood and the violent energy that belonged to Lynn. The charred flesh was bitten open by her teeth, and she swallowed it down her throat along with the blood.

Pain? Humiliation? Anger?

No, not at all.

In Hela's pure black eyes, there was now only an intense, almost overflowing, morbid fanaticism.

"That's amazing... that's really amazing!"

Like a madwoman who had found a priceless treasure, she laughed wildly while gripping the chains binding her with her blood-stained hands.

"Fierce! Wild!"

Hela looked up at the Eternity darkness above her, her possessiveness twisted to its extreme.

She had initially viewed Lynn merely as a delicious prey, a collectible to while away her long prison sentence. But now, the punch that man delivered that shattered the mark had ignited the conquering desire deep within her.

What's the point of those obedient ants who only kneel on the ground and tremble?

Only Beast that dares to trample Deity underfoot deserves to have its bones broken by her own hands and be fitted with the thickest collar!

"Wait for me, my little Beast."

Hela licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, her voice trembling slightly with extreme excitement.

"That old geezer Odin is about to collapse. Once these broken chains break, I will personally descend upon Midgard."

"I will peel away your pride, bit by bit, in front of those women. I will let you know that in this universe, there is only death..."

"That is your final destination!"

The maniacal laughter echoed for a long time in Helheim, causing the black waters to surge into towering waves.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Baxter Building on a distant Earth.

Lynn had just entered the living room and hadn't even had a chance to pour herself a glass of wine.

"Beep beep beep--"

A piercingly sharp Electronic Alarm suddenly broke the silence on the top floor.

Gwen Stacy, who was sitting on the corner sofa and trimming her nails with razors, suddenly looked up, her eyes instantly becoming as sharp as Blade.

On the other side, Susan, who was cutting fruit in the kitchen using Invisible Force Field, and Wanda, who was resting with her eyes closed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, also stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the underground Supercomputer Center.

Lynn narrowed his eyes slightly.

That was the highest level of warning issued by Natasha's personal Intelligence Terminal.