The Tyrant's Extreme Favoritism, the Psychic Crystal's Exclusive Resonance

The massive Data Stream, like a red-hot steel knife, brutally pried open Lynn's cerebral cortex.

A faint blue light flickered deep within the optic nerve. It was the most Top Secret file at the deepest level of the Crossbones memory.

Lynn sat upright on the Bone Throne, his nostrils filled with the acrid smell of high-energy particle collisions, mixed with a faint trace of blood. He closed his eyes, letting the images rampage through his mind.

Deep beneath the Triskelion lies a massive, Secret Shipyard.

Three massive, Helicarrier, so enormous they were almost suffocating, lay silently in the deep water. The heavy gun barrels covering them gleamed with a cold metallic sheen.

There's also a long string of constantly jumping blue code— Zola Algorithm.

This highly strategic intelligence was transmitted unilaterally into Jean Grey's mind through the Mind Link without reservation by Lynn.

Below the Throne.

Jean Grey's previously ferocious Dark Gold wings instantly retracted into her body. She slumped onto the cracked Vibranium floor like a boneless lump of mud. Her red hair was disheveled, and her cheeks were flushed with a sickly redness.

She greedily absorbed every bit of information Lynn bestowed upon her within the Mind Link. The feeling was like a desert that had been parched for ten years suddenly receiving a torrential downpour. Her master's consciousness roamed through her mind, and this unreserved touch deep within her soul made her so pleasured that even her toes curled up.

"Hoo... ha..." Qin tilted her head back, letting out a sticky, panting breath.

Lynn tapped lightly on the bone armrest of the Throne with his fingers. "Tap, tap, tap," the crisp tapping sound echoed in the empty Negative Zone Prison, sounding particularly jarring.

When dealing with these yandere types who are capable of tearing the city apart at the Yandere hat, fists are always the worst option.

They are not afraid of pain or death; they even enjoy being violently suppressed by him. But they are afraid of being abandoned, of being treated like air, of becoming worthless in this man's eyes.

Therefore, Lynn dealt them the most fatal blow—extreme favoritism.

Left side.

Hela stood frozen in place. The muscles on her pale face twitched uncontrollably.

The Night Sky Sword in his hand, formed from the purest death Death Energy, was disintegrating into black powder, starting from the tip, and slipping through his fingers.

She couldn't sense any fluctuation in Lynn's Psychic Fluctuation. Not even the slightest bit.

The man was less than five meters away from her, engaging in a profound spiritual connection with another woman, completely isolating her from it.

Why?

Was it because the argument earlier annoyed him? Or because he felt his own worth was inferior to that red-haired jerk?

An unprecedented panic gripped the heart of the Asgard Goddess of Death like a venomous snake. Her pride, which she held so dear, shattered into nothingness in the face of Lynn's deliberate disregard.

Right side.

Wanda's situation is even worse.

The space around her, which had been distorted into chunks of flesh and eyeballs, like Holographic Projection that had lost its power, instantly returned to cold, metallic walls.

The Scarlet Chaos Magic dissipated at her fingertips.

Wanda bit her lower lip so hard it bled. The ferocity and murderous intent in her Scarlet eyes receded like the tide, replaced by the fear of a stray dog abandoned by the roadside.

She was not in her master's eyes.

She wasn't part of her master's Mental World either.

She was ostracized.

Lynn slowly opened his eyes.

His deep black eyes showed no emotion. He didn't look at Hela on his left, nor at Wanda on his right. His gaze was fixed precisely on the slumped-over piano on the ground.

"Three Heavy Helicarriers, plus a Zola Algorithm capable of locking onto millions of people at once." Lynn's lips curled into a faint smile, his voice echoing in the empty prison cell. "Alexander Pierce, he certainly has a very good toy hidden away."

Qin trembled all over.

She understood her master's praise.

She defiantly turned her head, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Hela and Wanda, who stood frozen on either side. Her eyes were full of smugness: See? What good is it for you to fight so fiercely? The master wants dogs that can get things done, not crazy lunatics who just bite people indiscriminately.

Then, Qin crawled down the steps of the Throne like a dog, her cheek pressed against the cold edge of the steps.

"As long as Master likes it..." Qin's voice was filled with a morbid fanaticism, "Qin can take back all the toys in the world... for you. Anyone who dares to touch them, I'll burn them to death."

Lynn chuckled softly.

He stretched out his right hand and casually plucked at the loose red hair of the zither with his fingertips.

"The bone you brought back is quite chewy. Well dried."

These four words were like four heavy hammers, slamming into Hela and Wanda's heads.

They fought tooth and nail, even risking destroying the Negative Zone, all for what? Wasn't it just to hear even a perfunctory word of approval from this man?

Now, this recognition, this exclusive favor, has all fallen on the head of the newcomer!

Hela's breathing became extremely heavy.

Her chest heaved violently as she took a half-step forward.

"Owner..."

This Goddess of Death, who once slaughtered Nine Realms and whom even Odin feared, now spoke with a trembling, pleading tone, "I... I can too..."

Lynn did not turn around.

He didn't even spare a glance for Hela.

He withdrew his hand, leaned back in his chair, and continued to tap rhythmically on the armrest. His gaze went over the top of Qin's head and into the darkness at the end of the Negative Zone, as if he were thinking about how to deal with Pierce's three Helicarrier.

Utter passive-aggressive violence.

Hela's body jerked violently.

Her raised chin finally drooped. Her eyes, filled with extreme grievance and panic, were even bloodshot.

thump.

A muffled thud.

Wanda's knees buckled, and she crashed heavily onto the cracked Vibranium floor.

The Chaos Magic was completely extinguished. She gripped her skirt tightly with both hands, her nails digging deep into her palms until they bled. Tears finally welled up in the eyes of this neurotic Witch, but she forcibly held them back.

She dared not cry. She feared that tears would only invite more disgust from her master.

Hela looked at Wanda kneeling on the ground, then at Lynn, who wouldn't even glance at them.

The arrogance of the Asgard Deity was shattered by her own hands at this moment.

thump.

Hela also knelt down.

Long, black hair fell to the cold floor. Her fingernails scraped harshly against the Vibranium floor.

Two top-tier Yandere, each possessing Skyfather-level combat power and capable of shaking the earth with either of them, now resembled two servants who had done something wrong and were terrified of being completely discarded.

They lowered their heads, staring intently at the tips of Lynn's boots.

In order to regain the tyrant's attention and to re-enter that exclusive Mind Link, they were prepared to abandon their last shred of dignity and offer the most humble supplications.