Suppression by Dark Golden Flames, Never Allow the Master's Script to Go Awry
shame.
An unprecedented and profound humiliation!
When Scott Summers's heart-wrenching scream pierced her eardrums, and when Crossbones ' Beast roar intertwined with the buzzing of the Gamma Bomb to form a countdown to death, Jean Grey felt not a trace of panic.
Instead, there is a chilling, extreme rage that arises from being betrayed, provoked, and made a fool of!
It's them!
Those two jealous bitches in jail!
That so-called goddess of Asgard, and that mad Witch who only knows how to play red magic!
Who else could it be but them?!
Jean Grey could even clearly "see" that in the bottomless Negative Zone Prison of Baxter Building, beneath Lynn's Throne, two pairs of eyes filled with schadenfreude and malicious scheming were staring intently at her through the invisible space, enjoying her disheveled state!
What did they think they had done?
Did it ruin a small Sweep operation?
No.
They are committing blasphemy!
They are trying to tarnish the perfect, flawless performance they have given to their master!
They are challenging the authority of their new "Warden"!
They are using the most despicable means to try and tell the owner—look, your new dog can't even handle this little thing!
This thought, like a red-hot poison needle, pierced Jean Grey's heart, which was already completely dominated by Lynn's Throne Brand.
No!
Absolutely not!
The master's script allows no room for any unexpected events!
The glory of our master must not be tarnished by any dissenting voices!
The recognition I have just received, that spiritual praise more precious than the light of the beginning of the universe, must not be tarnished in any way by two jealous madmen and a dying rat!
"Buzz--"
An indescribable rage, a mixture of morbid possessiveness and an absolute will to destroy, erupted in the deepest recesses of Jean Grey's soul!
This is not the Phoenix Force that was released before, either for testing or for battle.
This time, it was a pure, undisguised suppression, erupting to uphold the master's authority!
"Shut up."
Jean Grey didn't even look at the oncoming Crossbones; she simply uttered two words coldly, her gaze fixed on Scott Summers, who was convulsing wildly on the ground due to a mental breakdown.
This useless piece of trash! The root of all her shame in front of her master!
He no longer deserves to have any thoughts of his own!
The next second, Dark Gold flames burst forth from Jean Grey's eyes without warning!
That wasn't a blazing, violent flame.
It was a... cold, solid, Dark Gold light that flowed like Liquid Metal.
It didn't burn the air, nor did it distort the light; it simply poured directly into Scott Summers's wide-open eyes, which were filled with pain and despair, in a way that transcended the laws of physics!
"Uh-- Ahh--"
Scott Summers's wails rose to a deafening, inhuman peak in an instant, and then... came to an abrupt end.
It was like a machine whose power had been suddenly cut off.
That Dark Gold flame is the most domineering formatting program.
It did not mend Scott Summers's broken spirit, nor soothe his shattered soul.
It was simply... burned.
With an unreasonable and absolute violence, he burned Scott Summers's "self-awareness," which had just been awakened by Chaos Magic, along with all his pathetic, ridiculous memories, emotions, and beliefs belonging to "Charles Xavier's X-Men," to ashes!
All cherished memories were twisted into servile submission to their master.
All bonds with companions were rewritten into unwavering loyalty to their master.
All beliefs about love and peace were burned into the most fervent desire to protect their master.
Scott Summers's brief return of clarity was like a snowflake falling into lava; it was completely wiped out without even a wisp of smoke rising.
His body stopped convulsing, and the pain, despair, and collapse in his eyes were replaced by a deeper, more terrifying emptiness and stillness than when he was being manipulated.
He is no longer Scott Summers Summers.
He was merely a tool, a weapon whose bugs had been completely removed, leaving only the most basic executable program...
And all of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Just as Jean Grey "Purification" Scott Summers with her Dark Golden Flames, her raised, slender, white hand gently clenched towards her Crossbones.
"Beep--Beep--Beep--"
The rapid, heart-stopping buzzing sound from that miniature Gamma Bomb abruptly stopped, as if an invisible hand had choked it!
Crossbones, who was charging forward madly, felt the air around him suddenly become thicker than concrete, and his every movement was slowed down a thousand times.
He watched helplessly as the flashing indicator lights on the bomb in his arms, which was about to bring him both liberation and destruction, went out one by one.
The pale green light that shone through the crack, representing both death and hope, flickered twice unwillingly, like a candle blown out by the wind, before finally fading completely.
Telekinesis!
A terrifying psychic power so powerful it can interfere with the very foundational structure of matter!
Jean Grey didn't even touch the bomb.
Her telekinetic power had transformed into billions of invisible Probe, thinner than a hair, which forcefully penetrated the bomb's alloy casing and directly targeted its core detonation device!
"Click... click..."
Crossbones could even hear the sickeningly loud sounds of metal parts being forcibly twisted, squeezed, and locked from inside his own body.
His plan to take everyone down with him, his final struggle and resistance, all seemed like a childish and laughable joke in the face of the Red-haired Woman's absolute power.
Hope was utterly shattered.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Above the ruins, only a deathly silence remained.
One is a former hero, nailed to the ground and utterly reduced to a living dead.
One is a desperate agent trapped in place by telekinesis, unable even to self-destruct.
And Jean Grey stood in the middle of this mess.
Dark Gold Phoenix Force flowed slowly around her, making her appear like a goddess of judgment emerging from purgatory—cold, domineering, and brooking no disobedience.
She did it.
She used the most violent, direct, and effective method to smooth over all the unexpected events.
She declared through her actions to the two women in the prison, and also to the master of the Throne—
Only I am the most perfect, reliable, and capable tool to carry out my master's will!
Your petty tricks are nothing compared to mine!
A morbid, twisted sense of satisfaction rose in Qin's heart.
The crisis has been averted.
Now, it's time to deal with this last... surviving "rat".
Jean Grey slowly turned her head, her eyes, burning with Dark Gold flames, finally landing on Crossbones, who was firmly locked in place by telekinesis and unable to move.
A cruel and cold smile curled at the corners of her lips.
Killed?
That's too lenient on him.
This mouse, which created noise in its owner's script and is a living trophy used to show its owner its "victories," has even better uses.