A cold judgment from the throne, a tyrant's overwhelming presence quelling the dispute

"Clatter."

The sound of Lynn tapping on the armrest stopped.

This sudden stillness carried more weight than any Thunder roar.

Like a finely tuned War Machine, in the last second before firing, all the gears and pistons are frozen in place.

The terrifying energy storm, woven from death, Chaos, and destruction, powerful enough to tear apart the entire Negative Zone, also paused for a strange moment.

On the Night Sky Sword that Hela had condensed, the flow of death Runes slowed down a beat.

The Scarlet Energy ball dancing at Wanda's fingertips showed a slight disruption in its reality-distorting frequency.

The Dark Gold Phoenix flames that soared into the sky from Jean Grey's body, the violent flames that burned everything, seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

Three women, three terrifying beings who could be described as a cataclysmic disaster in the outside world, all turned their gazes toward the Throne.

They saw it.

Lynn slowly raised her head.

His face showed no anger, no impatience, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Those deep eyes, calm as a bottomless Abyss, reflected the three of them in their tense, almost out-of-control state.

That look wasn't directed at the three women fighting over him.

That was looking at... three flawed, unruly tools.

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

Lynn spoke up.

The voice was soft and calm, yet it struck the three women's hearts like an invisible hammer.

The next second.

He no longer suppressed his feelings.

Boom--!

An aura that defied description and transcended everything was released from Lynn's body!

That wasn't just a simple burst of power.

That was a... qualitative crushing defeat!

If Hela's Death Force is absolute zero, the Ending of all things...

At this moment, the aura emanating from Lynn is the supreme will that created the concept of "Ending" itself!

Hela sensed that her proud Origin of Death from the underworld, before Lynn's aura, was like a subject before a king, uncontrollably trembling and surrendering! The Night Sky Sword, formed from the essence of her soul, let out a mournful cry, crumbling inch by inch, turning into the purest Death Energy and dissipating into the air.

If Wanda's Chaos Magic is about distorting reality and manipulating cause and effect in a disorderly way...

At this moment, Lynn's aura is the sole ironclad law that establishes "reality" and "cause and effect"!

Wanda was horrified to discover that the Chaos Energy sphere at her fingertips, powerful enough to wipe out a city block, was having its internal energy structure forcibly "corrected," transformed from a violent disorder into the most stable primordial particles, and finally bursting quietly like a soap bubble with a "pop."

If Jean Grey's Phoenix Force is destruction and rebirth, it is the embodiment of cosmic emotions.

At this moment, Lynn's aura is the universe itself! Cold, ruthless, and unmoved by any emotion, it is an absolute existence!

The Dark Gold flames on Jean Grey's body flickered violently like candle flames in a gale, before being forcibly pushed back into her body by an even greater and more domineering force!

"Thump!"

Jean Grey was the first to give out.

The immense pressure, as if the entire universe were collapsing, made her legs buckle, and she uncontrollably collapsed to her knees. Her knees slammed into the hard ground, creating two spiderweb-like cracks. She looked up, her face filled with disbelief, and for the first time, fear surfaced in her burning eyes.

Next up is Wanda.

She gritted her teeth, Scarlet magic flashing wildly around her, trying to resist the overwhelming aura. But her resistance was like a small boat before a tsunami, laughably fragile. She groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, and knelt down in equal humiliation.

Finally, there's Hela.

As Asgard's former Executioner and the Goddess of Death in the Nine Realms, her pride and divinity far surpassed the other two. She stood firm, her body trembling slightly from the immense pressure, her bones groaning under the strain.

Lynn's gaze fell coldly on her.

Just one glance.

Hela felt as if the weight of the entire Underworld was pressing down on her, and her pride as Deity was instantly crushed!

"Thump!"

Even the Goddess of Death, the Eldest Princess of Asgard, bowed her noble knees.

The entire Negative Zone Prison fell into absolute silence.

Only the man on the Throne remained in that position, chin resting on one hand, coldly looking down at the three goddesses kneeling at his feet.

"Envy..."

Lynn's voice rang out again, like a cold carving knife, each word piercing deep into their souls.

"What a base emotion."

"It makes you look like three stray dogs scrambling for food in a garbage dump, not like a god worthy to stand beside me."

His words contained no emotion, only statement.

A cold, hard statement of the facts.

"Qin," his gaze first fell on the Red-haired Woman at the front, "You're so eager to prove yourself, so desperate for recognition, that you're willing to turn a simple Sweep into a flawed performance. You think the spoils you brought back are achievements? No, they're just a fig leaf to cover your incompetence."

Qin's body trembled violently, her head burying even lower, tears of humiliation welling up in her eyes, but she dared not let them fall.

"Wanda," Lynn's gaze shifted to the Witch, "Your so-called protection is nothing but a clumsy disguise for your morbid possessiveness. You use despicable schemes to attack your own kind, all for that laughable, unique vanity. Your narrow-mindedness disappoints me."

Wanda bit her lip tightly, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her lips, her Scarlet eyes filled with pain and resentment.

"And you, Hela."

Lynn's gaze finally settled on the Goddess of Death.

"Your cheap, Asgard arrogance has robbed you of even the most basic judgment. You can't see who the real threat is, nor can you distinguish between what is right and wrong. You only know how to vent your pointless anger in the most foolish way."

Hela clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, but she felt no pain. Every word Lynn spoke was like Odin's Gungnir, precisely piercing through all her pretense.

Lynn slowly rose from the Throne and looked down at them.

That overwhelming aura grew even heavier.

"Remember."

"Your power, your status, the meaning of your existence... everything about you is defined by me."

"Your current foolish arguments and ugly infighting are making you..."

He paused, then uttered two words.

"Cheap."

Boom!

These two words, like a final judgment, completely shattered the three women's last defenses.

cheap.

This word, more chilling and terrifying than any vicious curse, sent chills down their spines.

They performed with all their might, competing fiercely at all costs, all in order to gain a higher value in Lynn's eyes.

But now, Lynn is telling them that their actions are making them worthless.

This is even harder for them to accept than killing them!

Lynn seemed pleased with their reaction.

He slowly withdrew the aura that was powerful enough to make the universe tremble, and the suffocating pressure within the Negative Zone vanished without a trace.

But the three women remained kneeling in place, not daring to move an inch.

Because they knew that the power was merely being withdrawn, not disappearing.

Like a tyrant, only temporarily sheathing his claws.

Lynn stopped looking at them.

This Shura Field drama, which he ignited and then extinguished with his own hands, is now over.

His gaze slowly moved downwards, past the three humble and submissive goddesses, and finally landed on Crossbones, who lay sprawled on the ground like a rag doll.

A hint of interest finally appeared on Lynn's face.

"So now..."

"It's time to deal with this squeaking rat."