Shattering a god's pride, craving the master's humble gift

The air in the Negative Zone seemed to have been sucked out.

Lynn leaned back against the Bone Throne, his nostrils filled with the acrid smell of high-energy particles burning through the Vibranium floor, mixed with a very faint whiff of blood. He lowered his head, his gaze coldly sweeping across the steps below.

At his feet, Jean Grey, like a vicious dog that had just been fed, pressed half her face against the edge of his military boots. She breathed heavily, her Dark Gold eyes defiantly glancing to either side, flaunting the lingering effects of her exclusive Mind Link.

On either side of the Throne, there was an eerie silence.

Hela and Wanda knelt on the cracked metal floor. There were no roars of Chaos Magic, no surges of Death Energy. These two Skyfather-level beings, powerful enough to tear the Earth in two, held their breath extremely low, as if afraid that even the faintest sound of their breath would provoke more disgust from the man on the Throne.

Lynn tapped rhythmically on the bone armrest with her fingers.

"Da, da, da."

The crisp tapping sound was like a rusty, dull knife, slowly cutting into Hela and Wanda's taut nerves.

Wanda couldn't take it anymore.

The suffocating feeling of being completely excluded was more terrifying than watching her parents being blown to pieces by a bomb. Her proud Chaos Magic was like a laughable soap bubble in the face of this man's extreme emotional abuse.

Her knees scraped against the uneven Vibranium fragments as she shuffled forward, inching forward. Her Scarlet skirt trailed on the ground, covered in dust. She didn't even dare to look Lynn in the eye, only daring to stretch out her trembling hands and, with extreme care, pinch the hem of Lynn's black trousers with her fingertips.

"Owner..."

Wanda's voice was terribly hoarse, thick with sobs. She bit her lower lip hard, the metallic taste of blood spreading in her mouth.

"Please... don't look at me." Wanda pressed her forehead against the cold edge of the steps, tears finally falling onto the metal plate, creating dark splashes. "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have dirtied your place, I shouldn't have lost my temper... Punish me, burn me, cut me with a knife, anything you want."

She suddenly raised her head, her once mad and murderous Scarlet eyes now filled with only a sickly pleading. Like a drowning person, she clung tightly to Lynn's trouser leg, refusing to let go.

"Just don't lock me out... Please, give me a little bit of that memory, even just a tiny fragment... I want anything that's yours."

Jean Grey let out a very soft, cold sneer, as if mocking the whimper of a defeated dog.

That cold sneer became the final straw that broke Hela's back.

The Goddess of Death in Asgard, a tyrant who once led an army of the dead to slaughter the Nine Realms, now looked at Wanda, who was wagging her tail and begging for mercy like a dog, and the string of "pride" in her mind snapped completely.

What's the use of pride?

Can pride earn her her master's attention? Can pride squeeze into that Mind Link that makes her soul tremble?

cannot.

Hela suddenly crawled forward on her knees. She shoved Wanda's shoulder aside, the movement rough, yet her posture utterly humble. Her black hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, and she pressed her pale, cold face heavily against the top of Lynn's other military boot.

A bone-chilling cold seeped through the leather boots and onto Lynn's instep.

Hela clung tightly to Lynn's legs, as if embracing her only faith. She looked up, her extremely beautiful face twitching slightly with extreme panic and longing.

"The throne of Asgard is trash, the conquest of the Nine Realms is a joke." Hela's voice trembled with a hint of madness as she stared intently into Lynn's dark, condescending eyes. "I want nothing more. I just want to be by your side."

She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing.

"What that red-haired slut can do, I can do even better. You want to kill? I'll give you the knife. You want toys? I'll steal them for you. Don't ignore me... Master, grant me your will, fill me up."

The Goddess of Death lowered her proud head, closed her eyes, and gently brushed the dust off Lynn's boots with her lips.

Lynn sat on the Throne, coldly observing the scene.

His heart remained completely still, filled only with the absolute rationality of a chess player watching their prey fall into the net.

Reasoning with these possessive and ridiculously strong Yandere is useless, and simply using force will only make them more resilient. Only by completely shattering their sense of security and stripping them of the "special treatment" they care about most can you break their bones and reshape them into an obedient form.

Now, the time is right.

Lynn slowly leaned down.

He stretched out his hands. His left hand pinched Hela's pale chin, and his right hand gripped Wanda's tear-stained cheek. The sensations from his fingertips were, one, Death Energy coldness, and the other, a burning, trembling warmth.

The two women were forced to look up and meet Lynn's unfathomable eyes.

"Have you finished venting your anger?" Lynn's voice wasn't loud, but it exploded in the deathly silence of the cell, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

Hela and Wanda froze, their breaths catching in their throats.

"I took you in because you're still somewhat useful." Lynn clenched her thumb, her nail almost digging into their flesh, her tone chilling, "But I don't need mad dogs who only bare their teeth at their own people. And if there's a next time..."

Lynn didn't finish her sentence; her eyes instantly turned icy cold.

"No! Absolutely not!" Wanda shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face as she smacked Lynn's hand. Her voice was sharp and urgent. "I'll listen to you! I'll do whatever you say!"

Hela didn't speak, but let out a muffled whimper, rubbing her cheek against Lynn's palm even harder, as if expressing submission in the most primal way.

Lynn snorted coldly and released his grip.

"Now that you've learned how to be good dogs, here's a bone for you to try."

The moment the words left his mouth, the fragment of memory crystal belonging to the Crossbones between Lynn's eyebrows suddenly lit up with a ghostly blue light.

He didn't make any further moves; he simply tore open two slits in the Mental Dimension.

Boom!

A massive Data Stream, accompanied by the piercing crackling of electricity and Crossbones's dying despair, poured into Hela and Wanda's minds like a flood bursting its banks.

This unreserved spiritual connection caused both women to let out a muffled groan simultaneously.

It was extreme pain, yet mixed with an indescribable ecstasy. They had finally squeezed back into their master's world, feeling that domineering will etch its mark onto their cerebral cortex.

Hela and Wanda collapsed at the bottom of the steps, panting heavily, greedily processing the information that had exploded in their minds.

A few seconds later.

The dazed look in the two women's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by extreme shock and a subsequent cruel killing intent.

Deep within their optic nerves, the most fundamental and top- Top Secret files of their Crossbones memory were completely unlocked.

A deep blue Holographic Image forcibly unfolded in my mind. The scene switched to Washington, D.C., D. C., in a deep-water dock hundreds of meters below the Triskelion S.H.I.E.L.D..

Three colossal, breathtakingly large steel Beast lay silently beneath the murky water. They were three heavy Helicarrier equipped with the latest Antigravity Engine. Beneath their hulls, countless long-range precision cannons and heavy machine guns gleamed with a chilling metallic luster under the dim searchlights.

But that's not the most fatal thing.

Immediately afterwards, a string of wildly beating, blood-red code, spreading like veins, forced its way into their consciousness—"Zola Algorithm."

As the code ran, a virtual Earth model spun rapidly in his mind. Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of red dots lit up across the North America continent like a plague. It was an extremely detailed list of targets to be wiped out. Once these three Helicarrier took off and entered suborbital space, they could use satellite positioning and precision firepower to instantly wipe out millions of lives deemed "potential threats" like Maze within minutes.

In this long Kill List, Lynn's name was conspicuously marked as extremely deep red, representing the highest threat!

"With this kind of scrap metal?"

Hela abruptly opened her eyes, her pupils churning with a deathly black Death Energy like boiling water. A cruel sneer curled at the corner of her lips, her voice carrying the mocking disdain of Deity looking down upon ants. "A bunch of insects who haven't even touched the edge of the universe dare to dream of using such a toy to lock onto their master? They're utterly courting death."

"That old bastard Alexander Pierce has some nerve."

Wanda's fingertips once again emitted Scarlet, Chaos glow. She slowly stood up, her breathing becoming rapid with extreme excitement. She licked her chapped lips, her eyes revealing a chillingly morbid glint. "Master, let me go. I'll rip his brain out alive, crush it bit by bit, and see what kind of garbage is inside."

Even Jean Grey, who had been lying at Lynn's feet, let out a violent bird cry, and Dark Gold flames danced wildly in her eyes, clearly eager to turn the three Helicarrier into molten iron.

Faced with a terrifying crisis that could overturn the entire world order and Carnage millions of people in a single day, these three Skyfather-level women showed no panic, only fury at being offended by mortals and an extreme desire to demonstrate their cruelty to Lynn.

Lynn sat upright on the Bone Throne, listening to the three women's sickly plea for battle.

He didn't speak, but slowly raised his head. In his unfathomable black eyes, there was not a trace of pity to stop this disaster; instead, a cruel and pleasured smile slowly spread across his lips.

"Stop them?" Lynn chuckled, the sound echoing in the empty Negative Zone, carrying a devilish allure. "No, why should we stop them?"

He stood up, his black military boots making a dull thud as they stepped onto the Vibranium ruins.

"The lives and deaths of millions of people, three Helicarrier representing Hydra's century-long legacy... Such a wonderful stage, if it gets smashed before it even begins, wouldn't that be incredibly disappointing?"

Lynn looked down at the three bloodthirsty women below him and threw out a bait that was enough to ignite their madness.

"Go. I bestow this toy upon you." Lynn's voice was deep and domineering, brooking no argument. "Whoever can destroy these three Helicarrier with the most perfect artistry and bring that old dog Pierce alive before me..."

He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three women's instantly tense bodies.

"Whoever gets to be Absolute Right to Be Alone tonight."

This statement is like a spark dropped into an oil drum.

Hela, Wanda, and Jean's breaths stopped for half a second at the same time. Then, three completely different but equally violent killing intents exploded in the Negative Zone!