Hela Volunteered: The Goddess of Death's Suppression Plan

The air inside the laboratory had fallen into an eerie vacuum due to the complete collapse of Charles Xavier's Mental World. The cold, blue light flowed across every inch of the Alloy Wall, illuminating the faces with their varied expressions, yet bringing no warmth whatsoever.

The rough texture of the file paper still lingered on Lynn's fingertips.

He casually tossed the "asset list" that recorded the fate of Mutants around the world onto the control panel, and the slight "thud" sounded like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's heart.

"A group of... unclaimed assets."

This cold, emotionless assessment is the final verdict on the future of Xavier's School and the entire Mutants community.

Jean Grey, kneeling on the ground, trembled slightly. Her emerald green eyes followed Lynn's every move with a fervent intensity, as if listening to his words about "Xavier's School" and "Mutants" as if they were a distant story completely unrelated to her.

The old world, along with that teacher named Charles, had turned to ashes the moment she kissed the tip of his boot.

In her world, only this Throne remained.

Wanda, Susan, Gwen Stacy stood silently to the side like three most vigilant cheetahs. Their gazes darted back and forth between Lynn, the files, and the new, extremely threatening Red-haired Woman.

This laboratory is no longer just a physical space.

It is an arena for power struggles.

Now, a new "trophy" has appeared. Whoever can perfectly retrieve this trophy for their master will gain the next advantageous position in this endless, morbid competition.

In the midst of this oppressive silence, a figure moved.

It's Hela.

This former Asgard Goddess of Death, Conqueror of the Nine Realms, slowly took a step forward. Her well -Pruning black leather armor gleamed with a cold, hard sheen in the eerie blue light, and every step she took carried the inherent, indelible arrogance of Deity.

But her head was slightly lowered.

This is an extremely contradictory stance. It retains the pride of being Deity, yet demonstrates absolute obedience to its new master.

Her gaze passed over Lynn's shoulder and landed on the humble, prostrate red figure on the ground—Jean Grey.

A sense of crisis, so intense it was almost tangible, like a chilling current from the Underworld, instantly gripped Hela's heart.

One Wanda was enough to annoy her.

Now, another woman has arrived, possessing equally destructive power, and whose obsession and possessiveness towards Lynn are even more blatant and insane than Wanda's.

No.

This can't go on.

She had to prove her worth—an irreplaceable, divine worth that transcended that of these ordinary women!

"My master."

Hela's voice broke the silence of the laboratory. Her voice was as languid and arrogant as ever, but at the end of the note, she deliberately added just the right amount of respect.

She didn't look at anyone; her dark green eyes reflected only Lynn's figure.

"A flock of lost sheep, having lost their shepherd, should be confined to a new cage." A cruel yet elegant smile curved her lips, as if discussing something utterly simple. "Why should you personally handle such menial tasks as cleaning house?"

Before she finished speaking, a cold, Death Energy, carrying the scent of decay and desolation, flashed past her body.

The temperature in the entire laboratory suddenly dropped several degrees.

Wanda's eyes twitched suddenly, and Scarlet arcs of electricity flashed wildly deep within her pupils.

She understood.

Hela is volunteering! She's also demonstrating!

"Job chores" and "cleaning house"—these words precisely belittle the Mutants of Xavier's School Mutant Power, deeming them worthless trash. The subtext is a blatant provocation: only I, the Goddess of Death, am worthy to deal with opponents of this caliber.

You mortals, whether Witch, scientists, or Spider-Man, are all too "weak".

"Your will is the supreme law of the Nine Realms." Hela bowed slightly, lowering her posture even further, but the domineering and bloodthirsty nature of her words remained undiminished. "Please allow me to travel to Westchester for you and bring back all those unclaimed assets. I promise it will be a... clean and swift suppression."

She deliberately emphasized the word "suppression".

It was a declaration of the Conqueror. She wanted to use the bloodiest and most efficient methods to demonstrate to Lynn, and to all the competitors present, her absolute dominance and irreplaceable status as a "Deity".

Lynn turned around and looked at her quietly.

He certainly understood Hela's little scheme.

It's simply that they felt threatened by the Dark Phoenix and were eager to make a name for themselves, wanting to consolidate their "latecomer advantage" by taking over the massive contribution of the entire Xavier's School.

interesting.

That's so interesting!

Watching these once high-ranking women, who could make the entire universe tremble, scheme and fight each other for a little bit of attention, Lynn felt a greater sense of Deity than simply gaining power.

"Granted."

Lynn uttered two words calmly.

These two words were like an imperial edict, instantly filling Hela's dark green eyes with ecstatic joy and triumph.

She won!

In this battle for the "right to play," she seized the initiative!

She glanced instinctively at Wanda behind her, the victorious smile on her lips undisguised.

However, Lynn's next words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing her burgeoning bloodlust.

"But," Lynn's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable coldness, "You should know my rules."

He stepped forward, reached out, and gently pinched Hela's chin with his hand—a hand that had just recovered and whose skin was so smooth and without a single scar—forcing her to raise her head and look him in the eye.

"What I need is an army that can be used by me, a living asset that can reliably produce X-Gene, not a scorched wasteland shrouded in death and a pile of worthless ashes."

His thumb caressed Hela's cold skin, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"I don't like senseless Carnage."

In a single sentence, an absolute and inviolable red line was drawn for the impending "suppression".

You can go.

But you must follow my rules.

You are the knife in my hand, but how to use the knife, who to cut, and how deep the cut is up to me.

Hela's body stiffened.

The touch emanating from Lynn's fingertips, carrying an aura of absolute control, instantly dispelled any slight arrogance that had just arisen in her.

She experienced that feeling of being completely dominated once again.

But strangely, this feeling did not humiliate her; instead, it made her Deity heart throb morbidly and frantically.

"Yes, my master."

She obediently lowered her eyes, her voice trembling slightly, almost imperceptibly, as if she had been tamed.

The other side of the laboratory.

Wanda's hands were clenched into fists beneath her wide sleeves.

Her nails dug deep into her palms, causing a sharp pain, but it was nothing compared to the intense agony of jealousy and resentment burning in her heart at that moment!

No!

Absolutely not!

To take over the entire Xavier's School —what an enormous achievement! If Hela, that damned Asgard woman, were to accomplish this alone, wouldn't she forever be overshadowed by Lynn?

On what grounds?

I was here first... whether it was knowing him or submitting to him...

The Chaos Scarlet of electricity, like angry venomous snakes, writhed wildly between her fingers, almost bursting out of control.

She stared intently at Hela's smug face, her mind racing, frantically searching for a plausible excuse to get her involved.

Surveillance? To prevent her from Carnage?

Yes! That's it!

Just as Hela accepted the order and turned to transform into Death Energy and depart, Wanda's cold and hostile voice suddenly rang out.

"Etc."