The Phoenix Force's mental torment, the cruel hand of pathological devotion

That look in his eyes...

Scott Summers Summers swore he would rather have Hela's Death Spear pierce his heart, or be broken down into molecules by Wanda's Chaos Magic, than see such eyes.

Cold, indifferent, filled with disgust and impatience for garbage.

Just like him, Scott Summers Summers, the leader of the X-Men, her former love, now in her eyes, he was nothing more than a disgusting cockroach crawling on its owner's brand-new military boots, trying to leave a stain.

"Qin... why... how could you..."

Scott Summers's already broken vocal cords still instinctively managed to squeeze out those words. He couldn't understand, and refused to understand, the reality before him that was more absurd than Hell. His brain raced frantically, trying to find a reasonable explanation for this unbelievable scene.

It's an illusion! It must be an illusion created by that demon! He used his Psychic Power to control Qin, making her do these things against her will!

Yes! That must be it!

If we can wake her up, if we can let her hear her own voice, there is still a chance to salvage the situation!

This final act of self-deception born of despair allowed his dying spirit to re-emerge in a final burst of energy.

"Jean! Wake up! Look at me! It's Scott Summers!" He roared at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure with all his might, "Think about our past! Think about Xavier's School! Think about Professor Charles Xavier! We swore to fight for the future of Mutants! Have you forgotten?!"

His voice echoed in this deathly silent Negative Zone, filled with the sorrow of blood and tears.

However, this heart-wrenching plea did not move Jean Grey, but instead elicited a face that instantly darkened, filled with violence and murderous intent.

Every word Scott Summers was like a poisoned Steel Needles, not piercing Jyn's memory, but deeply embedded in the soul, on the supreme Throne Brand that belonged to Lynn!

How dare he?

How dare this lowly, defeated ant, unworthy even to carry his master's shoes, defile his master's ears with his filthy words, reeking of the decay of the past?

How could he dare to bring up those boring and meaningless "past" in front of his master?

This is utterly disrespectful to the master!

This is... blasphemy!

A morbid, fanatical protectiveness emanating from the depths of her soul instantly ignited Jean Grey's reason. The Phoenix Force within her was no longer the Dark Gold that incinerated everything, but was tinged with a chilling Scarlet born of jealousy and rage.

"Shut up."

Qin spoke slowly, enunciating each word clearly. Her voice was soft, yet more piercing than the cold winds of the Underworld.

She was too lazy to even stand up.

She remained kneeling at Lynn's feet, slowly turning her head, and two tiny yet terrifying flames ignited deep within her emerald green eyes.

"Scott Summers Summers..."

She deliberately, in an extremely unfamiliar tone, pronounced his full name.

You disturbed your owner.

The moment the words left his mouth, Scott Summers felt as if his brain had been struck hard by a red-hot hammer!

Boom--!!!!

There was no physical attack, no energy Impact.

That was a pure, higher-level form of spiritual crushing!

Jean Grey's Phoenix Force transformed into billions of invisible, burning needles, brutally tearing through Scott Summers's already crumbling Mental Barrier and forcefully pouring into his sea of consciousness!

"Aaaaaaahh...

Scott Summers let out a scream a hundred times more piercing than when his faith had collapsed. His body convulsed and spasmed violently, his hands gripping his head tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, as if he wanted to rip out his brain, which was being burned alive!

In his Mental World, the cruelest form of torture is unfolding.

That was the scene of him and Jean holding hands for the first time on the lawn of Xavier's School. The sun was warm, the breeze was gentle, and the girl's cheeks were flushed with shyness...

The next second, Lynn's cold, Deity face, like a black sun, suddenly appeared in the sky.

The sunlight went out instantly, the lawn turned to scorched earth, and Qin's shy face transformed into a fanatical expression as she knelt on the ground, humbly licking Lynn!

No! No--!

The image is shattered.

Another memory fragment surfaced.

That was a scene of them fighting side-by-side against the Sentinels. Scott Summers's Optic Blast and Jean's psychic barrier worked together perfectly, seamlessly...

Suddenly, the Sentinels in the scene transformed into Lynn's tall figure, casting a massive shadow. Jean's psychic barrier shattered like glass before it even touched him. Without hesitation, Jean turned and plunged her hand, burning with Phoenix Force, deep into Scott Summers's chest!

"This... isn't real..."

One by one, those treasured deep in Scott Summers's memory as the most precious and beautiful treasures of his life, were all dragged out by Jean Grey in the most brutal and humiliating way, and then, in front of him, with the Phoenix Force and Lynn's mark, they were ruthlessly defiled, burned, twisted, and crushed again and again!

This is a thousand times more painful than killing him outright!

This is telling him that everything he cherishes, everything he is proud of, everything he relies on for a living... is worthless in front of Lynn, just trash that can be trampled and altered at will!

"Please... please..." Scott Summers's screams had turned into broken, Beast howls, a mixture of blood and brain matter gushing from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. "Kill... kill me..."

He began to contemplate suicide.

However, a cruel and satisfied smile appeared on Jean Grey's face.

Kill you?

That's too good of you.

Your disrespect for your master needs to be washed away with Eternity suffering.

The flames in her eyes burned even brighter, and the mental torment intensified. She began to show Scott Summers how she repeatedly offered her loyalty to Lynn in the Mental World, how she longed to be dominated and possessed by him... Those morbid, humble, yet supremely glorious images were like the filthiest branding iron, fiercely searing into Scott Summers's already riddled soul.

"Did you see that?"

The sound of the zither, carrying a ostentatious and morbid pleasure, echoed in his mind.

"This is true glory."

"This is the meaning of my existence."

"And you..."

The piano paused, its sound filled with utter contempt.

"... What's the difference between you and those pieces of trash lying on the ground?"

Puff--!

Scott Summers's body stiffened abruptly, and the last shred of strength to struggle vanished. His eyes lost all light, becoming emptier than the deepest void.

At that moment, his spirit was completely burned to ashes.

The instigator, Jean Grey, withdrew the Phoenix Force with little interest after confirming that Scott Summers had become a breathing undead.

She slowly turned around to face Lynn again, and the cruel and tyrannical expression on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a submissive, obedient, puppy-like devotion and expectation, waiting for her master's praise.

She finished.

She cleaned up the trash for her owner.

She proved her worth and loyalty in the most perfect and pleasing way possible for her master.

Now, she longs for a reward.

Even just a look of approval from the owner.

Lynn, from beginning to end, simply stood there quietly, observing everything with a cold eye.

His heart was completely unmoved; he even felt a slight sense of... satisfaction.

very good.

Jean Grey was a more useful tool than he had imagined. She seemed to have an innate ability to understand his deepest intentions and would execute them in an unexpected and extreme way.

This unspoken understanding, this morbid loyalty, pleased him greatly.

He nodded slightly, which was a sign of approval for Jean Grey's performance.

This subtle movement filled Jean Grey with an overwhelming sense of glory, causing her body to tremble slightly with extreme joy.

However, Lynn's action was like a drop of boiling oil falling into a pot of oil that was already boiling nearby.

Hela and Wanda, standing not far away, took in all of this.

They had no sympathy for Scott Summers, let alone pity for the Mutants.

Within their chests burned a raging fire called "jealousy," a fire that threatened to consume them!

Jean Grey!

That red-haired bitch!

She actually... she actually managed to guess Lynn's thoughts so accurately!

How could they not have thought of this despicable yet extremely effective way of demonstrating loyalty by torturing former comrades?!

Hela clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms. Seeing the hint of approval Lynn showed towards the harp, she felt even more humiliated than when Odin had sealed her away for a thousand years!

In Wanda's eyes, Scarlet Chaos Energy surged wildly. She stared intently at the harp that lay humbly at Lynn's feet, then glanced at the Mutants "assets" on the ground that had lost their value. An idea began to grow uncontrollably in her mind.

No!

We absolutely cannot let this woman take the lead!

Something must be done!

We must find a more substantial "pledge of allegiance" that can better prove our worth!

A completely new and even more frenzied direction of involution has quietly taken shape under Lynn's unintentional "appreciation".

Lynn was fully aware of this.

He lifted his foot and stepped lightly past Jean Grey, as if she were merely a stepping stone.

He walked up to the Mutants "assets" that had completely lost the ability to resist, his gaze falling on the damaged Cerebro that Gwen Stacy had risked her life to retrieve.

It's time to give these new "tools" new "value" as well.

A cold smile curled at the corners of Lynn's lips.

He slowly raised his hand and gave a new command to the Goddess of Death, who had been standing by his side, her eyes burning with the same jealousy and resentment.

Hela.

"She," Lynn gestured with her chin towards Jean Grey, who was still immersed in joy, "Did very well."

"Now, it's your turn."