Appointed Warden of the Mutants, the Rivalry in the Shura Field Escalated Again

Hela.

Lynn's voice, like the striking of a cold tuning fork, precisely triggered a chilling resonance deep within the soul of the Goddess of Death.

"She did a great job."

"Now, it's your turn."

That seemingly casual remark instantly filled Hela's heart, which was on the verge of exploding with jealousy, with a surge of molten lava called "expectation"!

What did she hear?

Her turn!

That red-haired bitch only managed to gain a sliver of her master's favor by betraying her own kind. Hela, the Eldest Princess of Asgard and Conqueror of the Nine Realms, is the true blade that can pave the way for her master's dominance!

The humiliation and anger that had just arisen from Jean Grey's commendation vanished in an instant. In its place was an extreme excitement at being entrusted with an important task!

Hela almost instinctively straightened her proud back, a bloodthirsty light burning in her dark eyes. She couldn't wait to hear her master's orders, whether it was to crush a star or slaughter a nation, she would do it in the most magnificent and bloody way, and then present the spoils to Lynn to prove that she was far more valuable than Jean Grey, that pet who only knew how to wag her tail and beg for mercy!

Wanda's Scarlet eyes were also fixed on Lynn, and Chaos Energy pulsed restlessly at her fingertips. She, too, was waiting, waiting to see what kind of task Lynn would give Hela.

However, Lynn seemed completely oblivious to Hela's eagerness to impress.

He didn't even glance at Hela again.

His gaze swept past everyone else and landed back on Jean Grey, who was still kneeling humbly at his feet, trembling with immense joy at his words, "Well done."

Lynn slowly raised her hand.

It was neither an order nor a reassurance.

Between his fingers, a wisp of dark energy, thinner than a strand of hair and imbued with the aura of Chaos and Aura of Death, quietly condensed.

Then, he flicked his finger.

That wisp of energy, like an invisible decree, silently shot into Jean Grey's brow.

Buzz--!

Qin's body jolted violently, and her emerald green eyes instantly became empty, as if her soul had been ripped out and then filled with something new, cold, and not human.

A chilling aura of order and authority emanated from her.

"From this day forward," Lynn's voice, devoid of any emotion, echoed clearly in every corner of this Negative Zone Prison, like the reading of an unquestionable verdict, "You are the... Warden."

"These," he said dismissively, gesturing with his chin to the unconscious or zombie-like Mutants on the ground, "Are your prisoners."

"Your job is to keep an eye on them, squeeze every last drop of value out of them, until they turn to dust."

"Did you understand? My... Warden."

Warden.

This cold, ruthless word, full of instrumental attributes, sounded to Jean Grey nothing less than the most beautiful and glorious coronation words in the world!

This is the identity bestowed upon her by her master!

This is the master's recognition of her loyalty!

This is her unique power, which places her above all other women!

"Yes, my master!"

Jean Grey let out a suppressed sob of extreme ecstasy. She raised her head, and a sickly, feverish flush rose on her pale face. Heavy and reverent, she pressed her forehead against Lynn's dusty military boots for the third time.

Boom!

This scene was like a Thunder containing billions of tons of electricity, striking Hela and Wanda hard on the top of their heads!

The anticipation and excitement on Hela's face froze instantly, then shattered inch by inch, turning into boundless, pitch-black rage and humiliation!

Warden?

He actually... he actually entrusted such important power, which controlled "assets," to this lowly mortal who had just surrendered?!

On what grounds?!

Based on her lowly methods of mental torture? Based on her groveling, servile demeanor?

She, the mighty Goddess of Death, crossed Dimension for him, shattered the Bifrost for him, and suppressed the Mutants Academy for him... In the end, she couldn't even compare to the status of a mere "Warden"?!

An intense, almost tangible, black Death Energy emanated uncontrollably from Hela's body, and the cracking sound of dislocated knuckles came from her clenched fists. She stared intently at the lowly figure at Lynn's feet, her eyes filled with a brutal killing intent that wanted to tear him to pieces.

If Hela represents rage, then Wanda represents utter madness!

Scarlet, Chaos light, like boiling magma, surged wildly in her eyes.

Why her again?!

The Right to Be Alone in the bedroom was given to Gwen Stacy, that thief!

Now, even the power to guard the spoils has been given to this red-haired bitch!

And what about me?

Where am I Wanda Maximoff?

What am I, the woman who was the first to follow him, who gave him everything, and who saw him as her whole world?!

A wave of betrayal, neglect, and devastating jealousy, mixed with a morbid possessiveness, fueled Wanda's Chaos Magic to the brink of collapse. She nearly lost control and immediately erased Jean Grey, along with the entire Negative Zone Prison, from reality!

Susan and Gwen Stacy, who were standing to the side, felt a chill run down their spines.

They clearly felt the surge of the two Skyfather-level powers within the arena, and they also saw the cruel reality of this Shura Field —falling behind one step at a time meant falling behind every step at a time!

Jean Grey, the newcomer, obtained the "power" they had dreamed of from Lynn in just one day through a perfect "pledge of allegiance"!

If this continues, they will be completely marginalized and eventually become dispensable appendages!

A strong sense of crisis gnawed at their hearts like a venomous snake.

Lynn, who had witnessed all of this, remained calm and even enjoyed watching the fascinating expressions on their faces.

very good.

very good.

A Death Energy sardine cannot rouse the whole boat.

Jean Grey was the "catfish" he threw into this group of Yandere women.

He wanted to use this kind of "reward and punishment," this kind of division of "power," to stimulate and coerce them, to make them frantically compete for his favor, to prove their worth, and to squeeze out all their potential.

Only in the most intense competition can the sharpest blade be forged.

Lynn reveled in the emperor-like thrill of manipulating Deity and Skyfather-level. He slowly withdrew his gaze, finally turning once more to the Goddess of Death, who was nearly consumed by the flames of jealousy.

Hela.

He spoke again.

Hela suddenly looked up, her eyes bloodshot.

Lynn's lips curled into a cold, unyielding smile.

He pointed to the broken Cerebro and the unconscious Mutants on the ground.

I need energy.

"A massive, stable energy source sufficient to support this machine's global reach and keep this building running."

"Your Death Force," Lynn's eyes said, as if examining the performance of a tool, "Is perfectly suited to be the Energy Core of this 'prison'."

"Go, pour your power into it."

What?

Hela was completely stunned.

Let her... become the core of the energy system?

To make her, a goddess who controls death, the battery that powers the machine?!

This... this is such a humiliation!

This is even more unacceptable to her than making her clean toilets!

However, when faced with Lynn's icy gaze, which seemed to say, "That's all you're good for," all of Hela's rage and resentment vanished instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head.

She suddenly understood.

This is tapping.

This was the master's most direct rebuke to her for the dissatisfaction she had just expressed!

Jean Grey is in charge of "management".

And she was in charge of "power supply".

They were placed in the same functional position, none of them being more noble than the other.

A deep sense of powerlessness and frustration welled up in Hela's heart. But then, this frustration transformed into an even more frenzied, obsessive determination to not fall behind!

Good!

Very good!

Isn't it just about supplying energy?

Don't you need energy?

I'll give it to you! I'll drain all the power of the Underworld from my body and give it to you!

I want to see whether I, the "battery," am more important, or whether her "Warden" is more useful!

"Yes... Master."

Hela forced out those words through gritted teeth, suppressing all her emotions, and turned to walk towards the broken machine.

As Wanda watched this scene, the Scarlet light in her eyes slowly faded, replaced by a deeper, colder calculation.

She understood.

What Lynn needs is not a jealous, resentful woman, but a tool that can create value for him.

Jean Grey found her worth.

Hela also found her value.

And what about me? Where does my value lie?

Wanda's gaze, slowly and with a newfound scrutiny, swept over the Mutants lying on the ground, over the prison made of Negative Zone, over... every corner of the Baxter Building.

Her brain began to work at an unprecedented speed.

We must... we must find a pledge of allegiance that is more important and irreplaceable than the "Warden" and the "battery"!

Under Lynn's precise manipulation, the intense competition in the Shura Field has entered a new and even more frenzied phase.

Lynn, the instigator, showed a satisfied expression after confirming that all the "tools" were in place.

He slowly turned around, preparing to leave the noisy prison.

However, in the instant he turned around...

His movements paused slightly.

Through a global Psychic Network, he "saw" some interesting things.

On the outskirts of Manhattan, in the shadow of the Baxter Building.

A dozen well-equipped "rats" were stealthily approaching his territory.

He was quite familiar with the lead mouse.

Crossbones.

A cruel and mocking smile slowly crept onto Lynn's lips.

When you're sleepy, someone brings you a pillow.

Perfect.

His new Warden and her prisoners are about to face their first... "obedience test".