A mind-twisting script, the Dark Phoenix's overwhelming control

The armrests of the Bone Throne had a rough feel to them. Lynn turned his head slightly, his nostrils filled with a pungent sulfurous smell, the embers left by the Dark Golden Flame scorching the air in the Negative Zone.

Jean Grey stood at the bottom of the steps, her head slightly tilted back. The dark golden flames dancing in her hair made her originally gentle face appear eerily beautiful.

"Tear each other apart with our own hands?" Lynn repeated the phrase. He shifted into a more comfortable position, crossing his right leg over his left, a playful glint in his deep black eyes. "Go on."

A morbidly obsessive smile played on Jean's lips. She took a half-step forward, completely ignoring Wanda's piercing gaze beside her.

"Machines feel no pain, Master." Qin's voice was soft, yet it pierced the ears of everyone present like the flick of a viper's tongue. "Being blasted to pieces by a laser cannon, death is only a matter of an instant. This is too merciful."

She extended her fair finger and gently tapped the air. A cluster of Dark Gold Phoenix Force exploded with a "bang," outlining a miniature silhouette of the Triskelion building in mid-air.

"The Phoenix Force excels at taking over." A madness burned in Jean's eyes as her fingers danced in the air like a piano. "I will spread my Psychic Network across the entire Washington, D.C. headquarters. Those twelve thousand Hydra agents, and Pierce's prized Winter Soldier, will all become my puppets."

She interlaced her fingers, making a slow strangulation motion.

"I will sever their motor nerve control, but preserve their pain receptors, and... their absolute sanity."

Qin's voice trembled slightly with extreme excitement.

"Can you imagine the scene? The Winter Soldier's mechanical arm would rise uncontrollably, slowly crushing the skulls of their comrades, the crisp sound of breaking bones becoming the most beautiful accompaniment. STRIKE agents would pull out Tactical Dagger from their thighs, smiling as they slit the throats of their best friends, scalding blood splattering onto their own faces."

"Their bodies are engaged in a frenzied slaughter, dismembering each other. But their minds remain perfectly clear. They will watch as their intestines are ripped out, feel the excruciating pain of every muscle being torn apart. Tears of despair will stream from their eyes, yet all they can sing are hymns praising you."

"The entire Triskelion will become a giant meat grinder. Limbs and severed bodies will fill the corridors, and blood will overflow from the drains on every floor, staining the Potomac River red."

Qin knelt on one knee, her hands reverently held to her chest.

"This is the flesh-and-blood sacrifice I have prepared for you. A true carnival that touches the soul."

The air in the Negative Zone stopped moving. Only Qin's heavy breathing echoed.

Hela stood on the far left. The Asgard Goddess of Death was heaving, her black, form-fitting War Armor whirring. Veins bulged on the back of her hand, gripping the Night Sky Sword. She had always thought that extracting the souls of her enemies to use as stepping stones was cruel enough. But now, after hearing this Earth woman's plan, she felt a stifling sense of inadequacy, like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

Simple physical killing seems utterly pale and laughable in the face of Jean's script. What is this? Turning murder into an art exhibition?

Wanda's face was equally ashen. She bit her lower lip hard, the taste of blood filling the air. The Scarlet magic swirling around her fingertips crackled and popped due to her emotional turmoil. She stared intently at the kneeling lyre, wishing she could tear the red-haired woman to shreds with Chaos Magic.

She thought her script was perfect enough to win the master's favor, but unexpectedly, an even crazier person appeared out of nowhere.

Lynn sat on the Throne, rhythmically tapping his thigh with his index finger.

Pleasant.

A sense of control, of manipulating top-tier combat power, spread rapidly down his spine and throughout his body.

He recalled when he first transmigrated, walking on thin ice under the guns of Hydra, even calculating whether a cup of coffee would be poisoned. And now? Hydra's supreme leader was trembling in a turtle shell, and the method of his death was decided by these three jealous pets in front of him.

Any one of these three women could turn the world upside down, or even half the universe. They should be high above, and should be revered by countless people.

But now, in order to win his "Right to Be Alone" tonight, and for a word of praise from him, they are racking their brains to compete on who is more cruel, who is more perverted, and who can come up with new tricks for the art of murder.

The sense of accomplishment from taming Deity into a vicious dog is a million times more satisfying than crushing a few insects with your own hands.

Pierce Hydra's Helicarrier?

In Lynn's eyes, they weren't even worthy of being stepping stones. Their only value was to be used as expendable objects in the power struggle between these three Yandere women.

"Brilliant." Lynn parted his thin lips slightly and uttered two words.

This brief comment was like a drop of cold water splashed into a pot of boiling oil.

Jean suddenly raised her head, her Dark Gold eyes bursting with ecstasy. She even glanced at Wanda defiantly, a victor's smile playing on her lips, as if that solitary night now belonged to her.

"Master!" Wanda completely broke down. She took a giant step forward, Scarlet energy churning into a storm around her, sending pebbles flying everywhere. "Only by modifying the Underlying Logic can they experience the despair of being betrayed by their creator! Mind control is nothing but a low-level trick! They are not worthy of dirtying your servants' hands!"

"Shut up, Witch!" Hela finally lost her temper, her Night Sky Sword pointing directly at Wanda's nose, the blade pulsating with a dark, Death Energy. "In the face of absolute destruction, all your fancy tricks are utter garbage! Master, let me go! I'll smash those three Helicarrier and the entire Washington, D.C. into a pulp right now!"

"You uncouth barbarians." Jean stood up, Dark Golden Flame spreading beneath her feet, directly blocking Lynn's Throne and isolating Hela and Wanda. "How could you possibly understand your master's taste?"

Three devastating energies collided violently within the Negative Zone Prison.

Dark red, jet black, and dark gold.

Three different lights cast a play of light and shadow on Lynn's face. A violent gust of wind whipped Lynn's black hair as he coldly stared at the three women below the steps, their swords drawn, ready to tear each other apart at any moment.

There is only one Absolute Right to Be Alone tonight.

There is only one headquarters for Hydra in Washington, D.C., D. C.

Hela's ultimate destruction.

Wanda's Machine Betrayal.

The flesh and blood sacrifice of the harp.

Three pairs of eyes, filled with a morbid possessiveness and extreme longing, simultaneously pierced through the energy storm and locked onto Lynn. Their breathing was rapid, their chests heaving violently, awaiting the word that would determine their fate.

They are waiting.

Waiting for the tyrant to deliver the final verdict.