The space-stitching contest: a Shura Field of three women's hidden rivalry
On the Throne, Lynn's fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest, producing the only rhythmic sound to break the silence.
despair.
despair.
despair.
His gaze, like a highly sophisticated scanner, coldly dissected the miraculous scene before him.
The sky was divided by three colors of light.
Below her was Susan Stone. She knelt on the ground, every bone in her body groaning, but the pale blue Force Field that rose from her palm and covered several city blocks was like a piece of glass bent to its limit, stubbornly supporting the weight of the entire Xavier's School. This was the foundation, the support, and the declaration of the value she had risked her life for.
High above, there are Hela and Wanda.
The Goddess of Death remained elegant, but her dark green eyes held a suppressed volcanic rage and resentment. Endless black Death Energy emanated from behind her, coalescing into hundreds of thick, python-like tentacles that tightly bound the Academy's shattered foundation and main buildings. These tentacles served as both lifting arms and shackles, forcibly securing this crumbling aerial Bastion in the most savage and direct way.
The Scarlet Witch hovered on the other side, surrounded by countless tiny, almost invisible Scarlet Particles that swarmed like bees. They seeped into every crack and every brick in the Academy, deconstructing and reconstructing the material structure at a microscopic level in an almost "anti-creative" manner. She was "stitching," using the power to distort reality to make this broken "collection" whole again.
A forced collaboration.
A silent war watched from the Throne.
"Hmph, even lifting him is so difficult; the limits of mortals are truly pathetic."
Hela's icy voice, like a poisoned ice blade, pierced precisely at the swaying Susan below.
Before she finished speaking, one of the death tentacles she was controlling "inadvertently" loosened its grip, and a rock foundation weighing tens of tons suddenly sank!
"Boom!"
The Force Field barrier that Susan had erected emitted a loud bang as it succumbed to the strain, and its surface instantly cracked open like a spiderweb!
"Pfft!" Susan felt a sweet taste in her throat, and spat out another mouthful of blood, her face as pale as paper.
She gritted her teeth, squeezing out the last bit of potential within her, and forcefully stabilized the collapsing Force Field. She knew this was Hela's demonstration, a warning.
"Pulling with brute force will only worsen the structural damage," Wanda's ethereal voice followed, filled with undisguised sarcasm. "It seems the executioner who conquered the Nine Realms has nothing but muscles in his head."
A flash of Scarlet light appeared at the tip of her fingertips.
The boulder that Hela had just "mishandled" instantly disintegrated into countless tiny fragments halfway down its path, only to reassemble itself in the next second, perfectly fitting back into its original position, as if it had never been broken at all.
God-level micro-management!
This is a ruthless humiliation of Hela's "brutal" methods!
Hela's eye twitched violently, and her clenched fist turned white at the knuckles.
very good.
A murderous intent surged deep within her dark green pupils.
The next moment, the hundreds of death tentacles she controlled suddenly exerted their power, dragging the entire Academy with extreme ferocity, forcibly shoving it into the Negative Zone entrance that Susan had opened in advance beneath the Baxter Building!
"Since you enjoy meticulous craftsmanship, then let me show you how laughable your little tricks are in the face of absolute power!"
"A madman!" Susan exclaimed in horror.
Such a violent movement would instantly tear apart her already strained Force Field!
Sure enough, the Force Field barrier that had just stabilized cracked with a "crack" sound like shattering glass the moment the Academy was forcibly dragged away, and it looked like it was about to collapse completely!
But just then, Wanda made her move.
Instead of helping Susan share the burden, her Scarlet Chaos Magic transformed into a strange energy flow, silently wrapping around one of Hela's core death tentacles.
"Sizzle--"
The Death Energy on that tentacle instantly became chaotic and out of control, as if it had been injected with an incompatible poison! Hela's control over that part was interrupted for a mere tenth of a second!
The balance has been broken!
The entire Academy suddenly tilted to one side, and countless rubble and building debris fell like a torrential rain, emitting a piercing whistling sound!
"How dare you!" Hela roared in fury, she never expected Wanda to dare to plot against her at this time!
"You broke the rules first," Wanda's voice remained icy.
As a disaster was about to unfold over Manhattan, a resolute ruthlessness flashed in Susan's eyes, who had been suppressed below.
"Enough!"
She roared, abandoning the maintenance of the entire Force Field field, and instead instantly condensed all the remaining power into thousands of slender yet incredibly strong blue energy threads!
These threads, like precise surgical sutures, pierced through the falling rubble with lightning speed, and at an unbelievable angle, "stitched" the tilted Academy body tightly to Hela's other death tentacles!
She gave up on "supporting" and switched to "sewing"!
Overcome strength with softness!
This move not only averted the crisis of the Academy's collapse, but also allowed her to find a completely new place of her own in the power struggle between Hela and Wanda!
She is not just a passive recipient of burdens; she is also a proactive manager who can repair and integrate the situation!
High in the sky, Wanda and Hela's movements both froze for a moment.
They all felt a strong sense of threat from Susan's desperate strike.
This seemingly weakest woman is proving her irreplaceable value to the king in her own way!
The intensity of the involution reached its peak at this moment!
There was no more verbal provocation.
In those three pairs of eyes, only the most primal, mad desire to completely outdo the other remained.
Hela no longer pursued speed; instead, she highly compressed her Death Energy, condensing it into jet-black giant swords, which she precisely inserted into every structural weakness of the Academy, like driving in steel nails to provide the most stable support.
Wanda stopped showing off her skills; her Chaos Magic transformed into a Scarlet ocean that enveloped the entire Academy, forcibly smoothing out all spatial folds and energy disturbances by "modifying reality," ensuring an absolutely smooth teleportation process.
Susan coughed up blood, pushing her Force Field threads to their limits, like a master weaver, constantly repairing the minute cracks caused by the energy clash, filling in the gaps.
Under Lynn's watchful eye, they were forced to put on a near-perfect collaborative performance.
But only they themselves know the insane energy output and the fierce, covert competition that lay beneath that seemingly flawless coordination.
Every energy exchange is a silent collision.
Every micro-management adjustment is a test and suppression of the other two players.
They were all doing their utmost to demonstrate their ultimate capabilities as "tools" to the man on the Throne.
In the living room, Gwen Stacy's palms were sweating as she watched, and she unconsciously clenched her fists, feeling an unprecedented pressure.
Natasha's eyes gleamed as she rapidly analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of the three individuals and Lynn's possible criteria for judgment.
In the corner, Jean Grey watched all this numbly. Deep within her empty eyes, a flame called "jealousy" was being rekindled by this frenzied infighting.
finally.
"Boom--"
Under the "escort" of three god-like forces, the massive Xavier's School was swallowed inch by inch, completely and steadily, into the bottomless Negative Zone entrance beneath the Baxter Building.
As the last corner of the roof disappeared from view, the dark entrance slowly closed.
The Manhattan sky has regained its brightness.
It was as if the spectacular sight that had blotted out the sky was just an illusion.
High in the sky, Wanda and Hela slowly descended, their chests heaving and their foreheads covered in fine beads of sweat, clearly indicating that they had exhausted themselves.
On the ground, Susan could no longer hold on and collapsed completely, unconscious. But a sickly, satisfied smile still lingered on her lips.
Three women, arranged in a triangular formation, surrounded the Throne.
They didn't look at each other, but with their last bit of strength, they raised their heads and looked at the man who would decide their fate with eyes that were a mixture of exhaustion, anticipation, and fervor.
He awaits his judgment.
Waiting for his... praise.
Lynn slowly rose from the Throne.
He didn't look at any of them, but simply strode towards the entrance to the space that had just closed.
His voice, calm and cold, rang out in the deathly silent living room.
"Very good."
"Now, it's time for the trash inside."
"Their cries of anguish, their anger, their despair..."
A cruel smile curled at the corners of Lynn's lips, his gaze seemingly piercing through the barriers of space to see the cage where he was imprisoned.
"It will surely be very pleasant background music."