Seeking credit in the Negative Zone, Hela and Wanda challenged her on the spot

On the Throne, Lynn's fingertips tapped lightly on the cold, Destroyer metal armrests, producing a rhythmic "tap, tap" sound.

This sound was the only rhythm in this deathly silent, Negative Zone Prison.

A complex odor filled the air. There was the lingering Ozone from the spatial tear, the burnt smell of flesh and blood from the Crossbones, but more than anything, there were three distinct yet equally possessive energies, like three ferocious beasts baring their teeth at each other, silently confronting and tearing at each other in the air.

The chilling, bone- Death Force carried the cold of Asgard's millennia-old glaciers.

Scarlet Chaos distorts reality, radiating a maddening madness.

And... the Dark Gold Phoenix flames, fresh from the surface, still carrying a trace of gunpowder smoke and the fervor of victors.

Jean Grey knelt humbly on one knee before the Throne, her head bowed low, her flowing red hair cascading down like a waterfall, obscuring her face, which was filled with fervor and obsequiousness.

Before her lay the Crossbones, its limbs twisted and limp like a lump of mud—her first and most perfect trophy, which she had offered to her master.

"Owner."

The sound of the zither trembled with a hint of sacrifice, each note filled with barely suppressed excitement and longing.

Your script has been cleaned up.

"I brought back this noisy mouse."

She paused, seemingly waiting for that supreme praise, her voice growing increasingly humble, yet concealing a subtle hint of boasting and provocation directed at the other two women.

Please... enjoy your meal.

After he finished speaking, the cell fell into a suffocating silence once again.

Lynn didn't speak, nor did he stop tapping the armrest. He simply watched the scene of "loyal dog offering a gift" at his feet with his unfathomable eyes, as if he were watching a carefully choreographed drama.

He didn't speak, and Qin didn't dare to look up.

Without him speaking, the other two women could only temporarily suppress the jealousy that was about to burst forth from their hearts.

Finally, a flippant laugh, laced with deep sarcasm, shattered the oppressive balance.

"Oh..."

It's Hela.

She leaned lazily against a black stone pillar formed from the Death Force, arms crossed, her azure eyes, which had seen through the rise and fall of the Nine Realms, mockingly surveying the kneeling zither and the "spoils of war" beside her.

"Clean it up?"

Hela drew out her words, each one like a poisoned needle chilled to the bone, piercing precisely at Qin's fragile pride.

"I think I just heard a canary almost losing control and wailing?"

"And there's this 'little toy' that almost exploded in the heart of Manhattan, leaving you helpless?"

"If this is what you call 'cleaning up'," Hela's lips curled into a cruel smile, her gaze glancing almost imperceptibly at Lynn on the Throne, "Then I must say, the ' Warden ' our master recently acquired... his competence is truly worrisome."

"You!"

Jean Grey abruptly raised her head, her eyes, which had just been filled with piety, instantly igniting with the fury of humiliation. A flash of Dark Gold Phoenix Force appeared on her body.

How dare she! This stray dog of Asgard dares to question her own achievements in front of her master!

However, before she could refute, another, colder, and more vicious voice came from the other side.

"Hela, don't say that."

Wanda took a step forward, Scarlet mist swirling beneath her feet. She didn't look at Hela; her Scarlet eyes were fixed on Jean Grey, as if she were looking at a filthy, worthless commodity.

"Our newly appointed ' Warden ' is not without options."

A strange and morbid smile appeared on Wanda's face.

"She just wanted to prove to her master that the 'prisoners' under her command were far more useful than she, the ' Warden,' herself."

"After all..." Wanda's voice suddenly turned sharp, filled with a cruel, gleeful satisfaction, "If that piece of trash named Scott Summers hadn't had a last-minute burst of energy and blocked that bomb, what we'd see now wouldn't be a trophy, but a handful of... ashes that even the master wouldn't bother to look at."

Boom!

If Hela's sarcasm was a cold knife, then Wanda's words were like a bucket of boiling oil poured on a raging fire!

She not only completely denied Qin's contribution, but also used the most vicious language to distort Qin's victory into a "pyrrhic victory" that was barely achieved with the help of her former companions!

This wasn't just a reflection of the violinist's face; it was also a veiled message to Lynn: "Look at the Warden you chose! He can't even control his own tools properly, and he even has to rely on them to save his life. It's a complete joke!"

"Shut up!"

Jean Grey finally lost control completely. She suddenly stood up from the ground, and Dark Gold Phoenix flames erupted from her body, instantly engulfing the entire prison in a terrifying heat wave!

"You two bitches who only know how to hide behind your master and fawn over him! What do you know!"

"I was carrying out my master's will! I brought back the spoils! And what about you? You're nothing but two jealous vipers, spewing your filthy Venom here!"

She acted as if possessed, the Phoenix Force transforming into a whirlwind that made Hela's long hair and Wanda's skirt flutter wildly.

"If you're so capable, go and bring your master such a feat!"

"Oh?" Hela finally straightened up from the stone pillar, the phantom of the Night Sky Sword slowly coalescing in her hand, the aura of death causing the surrounding temperature to plummet. "A dog that can't even control its own emotions dares to bark at us?"

"Achievements?" Wanda's smile grew even colder, Scarlet Chaos Magic condensing into a tiny, pulsating energy ball at her fingertips. "You've messed up Master's script, almost causing asset damage, and you call that an achievement? Jean Grey, have you forgotten whose scheme gave you the opportunity to perform this 'turn the tide' act in front of Master?"

Wanda's unabashed admission of plotting against Scott Summers only added fuel to the fire!

Three Skyfather-level forces clashed wildly within this confined space.

Negative Zone is trembling.

The Throne was humming.

Tensions are high! A fight could break out at any moment!

Lynn remained motionless.

He watched the scene with great interest, like a top-notch animal trainer coldly observing the three beasts in his cage tearing each other apart over a piece of meat.

very nice.

It's really good.

Hela is arrogant and direct; her attacks are always simple, brutal, and hit the nail on the head—your abilities are insufficient.

Wanda is obsessive and ruthless. Her attacks are cunning and vicious, hitting the nail on the head—not only are you incompetent, but your subordinates are also stronger than you. Everything you have is due to the charity of others.

As for Qin... this newcomer, the Phoenix most eager to prove herself, her counterattack was filled with impotent rage, but her unwavering defense of herself was the most genuine.

Their jealousy