The budding of a pathological possessiveness, rejecting a deity's gift

The raging hurricane, carrying coarse sand and gravel, fiercely scraped against the thin Spatial Force Field surrounding Lynn's body.

In the New Mexico desert, the Multicolored Beam Afterimage that descended from the sky, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, crashed down dozens of meters away from Mjolnir. The violent pressure difference instantly ignited an explosion, blasting the accumulated water and mud on the ground into a rain of mud.

Hanging upside down in mid -Gwen Stacy, Gwen let out a sharp, angry shout. The Electrified Dagger was originally aimed at Thor's throat was blown off course by the gale, the blade grazing Thor's collarbone and drawing a long trail of charred blood. The powerful Impact sent Gwen Stacy's petite body flying. She nimbly rolled in mid-air, shooting out Silk to stick to a wrecked off-road vehicle before regaining her footing.

Lynn sat cross-legged in the eye of the storm, his eyes tightly closed. The violent shocks from the outside world traveled through the Spatial Force Field into his nerve endings, causing his main consciousness to experience an extremely dangerous tearing sensation between Dimension.

A strong, sweet, metallic taste welled up from deep in my throat.

Helheim, a dark and gloomy palace.

"Cough--"

Lynn braced himself against the rough Obsidian steps with one hand and coughed up a mouthful of blood. The dark red blood splattered onto the grayish-white bone fragments, looking particularly jarring in the gloomy hall. His internal organs felt like they were on fire; the Impact on his physical body in the Real World materialized into extreme weakness in the Simulated Space-Time.

He casually wiped the blood from his chin, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

A series of crisp footsteps came from behind.

Hela stepped over the scattered limbs and severed bodies, ascending the stairs one by one. She had sheathed the Night Sky Sword, and her black War Armor, covered in spikes, had lost some of its fierce edge. She stopped in front of Lynn, looking down at the man who struggled even to stand.

Outside the main hall, the poisonous miasma of the Death Marsh was devouring the last few corpses of the Asgard Vanguard. Odin's elite forces were annihilated without losing a single soldier.

Hela withdrew her gaze from the slaughterhouse outside the palace and returned it to Lynn's pale face. The arrogance that had once filled her narrow eyes had vanished, replaced by a sticky, burning, and extremely frantic possessiveness.

"The mortal body is ultimately too fragile," Hela said, her voice hoarse as if it had been sanded on sandpaper.

She looked at the bloodstains at the corner of Lynn's mouth, her brows furrowing slightly, a flicker of heartache she herself didn't notice flashing in her eyes. This little bit of mental exertion from commanding an army had actually made this man vomit blood? Too weak. As weak as a delicate piece of porcelain, it would shatter at the slightest pressure.

But it was precisely this mortal, who seemed on the verge of collapse, who, with the most brutal tactics, pulled her out of the mire of mindless slaughter and showed her what the true art of war was.

Lynn leaned against the cold stone pillar, coldly watching Hela.

He knew that look all too well. Wanda looked at him like that, and Susan looked at him like that too. Once these high and mighty women's psychological Defense Line were breached, their inherent Yandere tendencies would proliferate like cancer cells.

"What? Feeling sorry for me?" Lynn smirked, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Afraid that if I die, no one will fight for you?"

Hela was not angry. She slowly raised her right hand, palm up.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and the Aura of Death permeating the air frantically converged towards her palm. A few seconds later, a dense, almost dripping, eerie green Death Energy condensed into form. It was a miniature version of the Underworld Divine General Armor, its surface engraved with ancient and evil Rune, radiating a chilling pressure that sent shivers down one's spine.

"You have proven your worth, mortal." Hela's voice echoed in the hall, carrying an undeniable authority. "You are worthy to stand beside me. Kneel and accept my grace."

She thrust the ethereal green divine power toward Lynn's chest, her eyes burning with fervor.

"I will use this Origin of Death to peel away your fragile flesh and reshape your bones. You will obtain the armor of Underworld Divine General, possessing power surpassing all beings in the Nine Realms. Most importantly..." Hela leaned down slightly, her cold fingers tracing Lynn's cheek, "You will gain immortality. From this day forward, you will no longer be an ant; you are mine, Hela's possession, forever... forever remaining in this great hall, accompanying me."

Immortality. Power. Deity gifts.

Any ordinary person would probably be kneeling down, weeping and licking her boots by now.

But Lynn only felt a cold laugh.

Accept? Once he accepts this Death Energy, he will be completely transformed into an undead puppet controlled by Hela. What kind of rating will a pet without its own consciousness get in the system's assessment? C-rank at most. What he wants is conquest, to make this Universal-level Deity completely mad for him, not to be a groveling dog!

Lynn's eyes turned cold as he looked at the eerie green light so close to him.

"Smack!"

A crisp popping sound.

Lynn suddenly raised his left hand and, with all the strength he had left, slapped Hela hard across Hela wrist.

The divine power that contained the Origin of Death was directly dispersed, turning into countless eerie green specks of light that scattered and fell in the cold air of the hall.

Dead silence.

The air inside the hall seemed to freeze completely at that moment. The Ghoul outside, who were devouring the corpses, seemed to sense something extremely terrifying, and they all stopped chewing, lying trembling in the mud.

Hela's hand froze in mid-air. She stared intently at the scattered divine power, her pupils contracting sharply.

"Are you courting death?" Hela whirled around, her eyes blazing with murderous intent as she pierced Lynn. She was the Eldest Princess of Asgard, the Goddess of Death! She had offered a mortal immortality, and yet she had been refused? Even humiliated in front of him!

Lynn was not intimidated at all. He braced himself on his knees and stood up, swaying slightly. He was half a head taller Hela and now looked down at her furious eyes.

"Stop with your high-and-mighty charity act, Hela." Lynn's voice was rough, tinged with an unbridled bloodlust. "You think that by putting me in an iron shell, turning me into a lifeless skeleton, I'll be as grateful to you as those brainless rotten pieces of flesh outside?"

He took a step closer, their noses almost touching. Lynn could clearly smell the unique scent emanating from Hela, a blend of death and cold fragrance.

"Immortality? Godhood? Don't be ridiculous." Lynn raised his hand and jabbed his chest hard, making a dull thud. "I am mortal. I bleed, I feel pain, and I can have my head chopped off with a sword. But I don't need your divine power to pity me!"

Hela's breath hitched, her chest heaving violently. She had lived for thousands of years and had never seen anyone dare to speak to her in such a tone.

"I heard you clearly, Hela." Lynn stared into her eyes, each word like a hammer blow to Hela's soul, "I will never be a pet you keep in a cage. I will use this mortal body, which bleeds and feels pain, to be the sharpest knife in your hand!"

"I will tear apart Asgard's Defense Line for you, and raze the Golden Palace to the ground. I will personally cut off Odin's head and stuff it under your Throne as a stepping stone!"

Lynn's eyes were arrogant and haughty, carrying a kind of ferocity that would make even the Deity tremble.

"So don't use your divine power to defile me."

These words were like a red-hot branding iron, piercing Hela's most sensitive nerve.

Hela stared blankly at Lynn, at the bleeding wound on his neck, at his pale yet fearless face. Anger? No, at this moment, anger was completely consumed by a more extreme and twisted emotion.

He didn't crave immortality. He didn't want divine power. He would rather use his mortal body, which was on the verge of death, to kill Odin in her place!

This extreme favoritism and arrogance acted like a high-concentration stimulant, directly into Hela's heart.

"Good... very good!"

Hela suddenly laughed. At first, it was just a low, cold laugh, but then the laughter grew louder and louder, echoing wildly in the empty hall, revealing a complete morbidity and obsession.

She suddenly reached out and cupped Lynn's face tightly in her hands. Her sharp nails pierced Lynn's skin, and blood flowed down between her fingers.

"Since you insist on using this fragile body, then you'd better live!" Hela's nose was almost touching Lynn's, her eyes burning with a fanatical madness. "Without my permission, you don't even have the right to die! If you dare to die at someone else's hands, I'll extract your soul and roast it in the Underworld Fire for ten thousand years!"

They've completely gone mad.

Lynn looked into Hela's eyes, which seemed to want to devour him alive, and breathed a long sigh of relief. Her Yandere tendencies were fully ignited. All he had to do was give her an extremely tragic ending, and this simulation would be a sure thing.

Just as Hela was about to kiss Lynn's bloodied lips.

"Boom--!!!"

The Underworld's Perennially Dark Sky was suddenly filled with a terrifying, ear-piercing roar.

Immediately afterwards, the entire land of Helheim began to tremble violently. The Obsidian peaks outside the palace collapsed in large sections under the terrifying pressure.

A beam of pure golden light, a hundred times brighter and a thousand times thicker than when the vanguard had descended, ripped through the Death Barrier above the Underworld like a sword of Divine Punishment. The blinding light instantly illuminated every dark corner, vaporizing the undead hiding in the shadows.

Lynn was forced back half a step by the oppressive force, his bones creaking under the strain.

He looked up, squinting at the sky.

Amidst the golden light, a colossal Eight-Legged divine horse stood atop the sky. On its back, a dignified old man with white hair and beard, wearing an eyepatch over one eye, held a Golden Spear that shimmered with destructive divine power. With his remaining eye, he coldly gazed down upon the Underworld Palace below.

Behind him stretched the vast, overwhelming Asgard's Main Army.

Odin himself descended.