A cruel contest for favor: three yanderes fight for interrogation rights

Lynn's question was like a drop of ice water falling into a pot of boiling oil.

The deathly silence that had just been forcibly suppressed within the Negative Zone Prison was instantly replaced by an even more intense and frenzied undercurrent.

The three women kneeling on the ground tensed up almost simultaneously.

Chance!

An opportunity to redeem myself, prove my worth, and crush everyone else!

They had just fallen into an icy abyss because of the word "cheap," and now Lynn was handing them a rope that would allow them to climb out of the Abyss.

Whoever catches it first, and whoever holds it the tightest, will win back their master's favor!

Hela was the first to react.

She remained kneeling on one knee, but slowly raised her proud head, and the coldness and confidence of the Goddess of Death rekindled in her dark green eyes.

"Master," her voice no longer trembled, but regained its unique, icy coldness and arrogance, like the clash of ice crystals, "The maximization of value lies in the extension of fear."

She stretched out her slender finger and pointed to the pile of Crossbones on the ground, which had completely lost its mind and could only make meaningless hoarse noises.

"This body is useless now, but his soul is a top-quality resource for me."

Hela's lips curled into a cruel yet elegant smile, as if an artist were describing the masterpiece she was about to begin.

"I will completely extract his soul from this filthy body, and refine it a thousand times with the Deathfire of the Underworld, eliminating all his useless memories and emotions, leaving only the purest fear and pain."

Her description made the air temperature seem to drop a few degrees.

"Ultimately, I will forge this soul, which embodies the utmost despair, into a ' Wailing Stone.' Anyone who touches it will instantly experience the most terrifying moment in the life of this ant, and this experience will Ending endlessly."

She paused, her gaze fixed intently on Lynn, and said with an air of pride, "This gem could serve as a fine instrument of torture, or... as a work of art to warn all fools who dare to offend you."

Extracting and refining the soul!

To forge a person's soul into a mere prop!

This kind of torture, originating from the realm of the Deity, is far more cruel than mortals can imagine.

However, no sooner had she finished speaking than a voice, tinged with a neurotic tone and a sharp possessiveness, rang out without any politeness.

"Too rough."

Wanda raised her head, her Scarlet eyes glancing undisguisedly at Hela, her gaze filled with disdain.

"Breaking things up and putting them back together is a blacksmith's job, not something a god should do." Her words were like a poisoned knife, piercing Hela's pride with precision. "Your so-called ' Wailing Stone ' is nothing but an inanimate object. What the master needs is a living tool that can continuously generate value."

She turned to Lynn, her gaze instantly shifting from sharp to a morbid tenderness and fervor.

"Master, please give me this trash."

At Wanda's fingertips, a wisp of Scarlet Chaos Energy began to swirl and leap, like a venomous snake with life.

"I will not harm his precious soul, nor will I let him die so easily. I will use my magic, like embroidery, stitch by stitch, to reweave his reality."

A chilling smile appeared on her face.

"I will bring him back to life, make him believe that he has successfully escaped from here, returned to his Hydra Base, and met his leader, Alexander Pierce."

"Then, I will make him personally, over and over again, report all the Hydra secrets he knows to his most revered leader as the most glorious achievement. And each time he finishes his report, his leader's face will resemble yours, and then, with the most contemptuous look, he will tell him... 'You are worthless.'"

"I will make him live forever in this nightmare of betrayal and abandonment. His spirit will become an inexhaustible mine, continuously providing us with Hydra intelligence. He will become your most loyal... intelligence dog."

Chaos brainwashing!

This is far more vicious than mere torment of the soul!

This completely distorts a person's existence from its very core, turning him into a living intelligence extractor who serves the enemy forever!

Hela's face instantly darkened, and a murderous glint appeared in her dark green eyes. Wanda's suggestion was undoubtedly more "refined" and better reflected "sustainable value" than hers.

Just as tensions were rising between the two again, a colder, yet more violent voice broke their standoff.

"You are all... too kind."

Jean Grey, the woman who had kept her head bowed the entire time, slowly raised her face.

The humiliation and fear from Lynn's reprimand still lingered on her face, but this could not conceal the morbid possessiveness burning everything deep in her eyes.

Her gaze didn't even look at Hela and Wanda, but was fixedly and devoutly fixed on Lynn on the Throne, as if this was the only god left in her world.

"Whether he becomes an inanimate object or a tool, it's too good for him."

The sound of the zither, with its ethereal quality, somehow uttered the most cruel words.

"With his filthy eyes, he saw his master's figure; with his lowly ears, he heard his master's voice. This was his greatest sin in life, and also... his only value."

A wisp of Dark Gold flame, like liquid gold, quietly ignited deep within her pupils.

"I will use the power of my Mind Stone to completely peel away his cerebral cortex, exposing all his senses and amplifying them ten thousand times."

"Then," her voice became feverish and intoxicating, "I will use my Phoenix Force, not to burn, but to 'kiss.' I will be like the most delicate surgeon, using the flames, one by one, to burn every nerve ending in his body."

"He won't die, nor will he go mad. My power will keep him in his clearest state of mind, allowing him to clearly feel the extreme pain of every inch of his skin, every bone, every cell being burned to ashes and then instantly regenerated."

"This process will continue until the end of the universe. And his wails, born of endless suffering, will be composed into an Eternity symphony... solely to praise the majesty of his master."

quiet.

The entire Negative Zone fell into an even more terrifying silence than before.

Even Hela and Wanda felt a chill creep up their spines after hearing Jyn's suggestion.

This woman... is insane!

Their methods, though cruel, were ultimately for the purpose of "exploitation."

Qin's suggestion, however, had completely transcended the realm of "exploitation." It was a pure, unadulterated art of torture created to please its master!

Lying on the ground, Crossbones, though his mind had collapsed, still retained his biological instinct for survival. He listened as these three goddess-level beings vied to devise punishments for him that were ten thousand times more terrifying than Hell. Tears of blood, a mixture of fear and despair, flowed from his dilated pupils.

Kill me...

Please...

Kill me...

His heart was screaming silently, but his body didn't even have the strength to twitch.

He now understood that death was, in fact, a luxurious kind of happiness.

"I will forge a gem from my soul!" Hela's voice broke the silence; she couldn't lose!

"He must become my intelligence dog!" Wanda's Scarlet magic surged once more, refusing to yield an inch!

"He is only fit to be a melody praising his master!" Dark Gold flames began to overflow uncontrollably from Qin's body!

The three women refused to back down, using the Crossbones as a tool to showcase their cruel aesthetics and loyalty, and an even more insane Shura Field was about to erupt once again.

Lynn remained a detached observer throughout.

He watched as they vied with each other, displaying a horrifying and morbid cruelty in their quest to please him, yet he felt no emotion whatsoever.

very good.

Tools should look like tools.

Only through intense competition can their greatest potential be unleashed.

but...

A barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed in Lynn's eyes.

That's too petty.

Whether it's the gem, the intelligence dog, or the musical piece, the scope is too narrow.

Their thinking was still focused on how to deal with the "trash" itself.

Lynn, however, was thinking about how to use this "trash" to shake up the entire world.

That's enough.

Lynn's voice rang out again.

It's still those two words, but they carry an undeniable sense of Ending.

The three women's argument came to an abrupt halt, and they looked nervously at Lynn, awaiting his Final Judgment.

Lynn slowly shook her head.

"Your proposal..."

"None of them are up to standard."

What?!

The three women simultaneously wore expressions of disbelief.

"Too simple, too crude, and too... unimaginative." Lynn's tone was like a tutor criticizing his dumbest student.

He stepped down from the Throne and walked to the three women, his gaze sweeping over their shocked and bewildered faces.

"Torturing someone, to cause them pain and fear, is only the most basic method."

A cold and crazed smile curled at the corners of Lynn's mouth.

"To truly maximize his value, you must sow the seeds of his fear in the hearts of all his enemies."

He stopped, looked down at them, and, in a tone as if proclaiming a divine decree, proposed a plan that would make the whole world tremble.

"I want to host a... live stream."