The Tyrant's Final Judgment: Dividing Washington into Three Hunting Grounds
Inside the Negative Zone Prison, the air was as thick as congealed blood plasma.
Dark gold, Scarlet, and pitch black—three violent energy storms clashed wildly beneath Lynn's Throne, emitting a piercing shriek like glass being scraped. The acrid smell of Ozone mixed with the burnt fumes of sulfur from the energy collision assaulted Lynn's nostrils.
He leaned lazily against the Bone Throne, his fingertips tracing the cold joints of the armrest, feeling the entire Negative Zone tremble slightly with each collision of the three forces.
His gaze, like that of a collector examining three works of art, swept with interest over the three tense women below the steps.
Hela, the Death Energy on the Night Sky Sword had thickened to the point of materializing into solid black arcs of electricity, her chest heaving violently beneath her tight-fitting War Armor, clearly indicating her extreme rage.
Wanda, Scarlet Chaos Magic gathered around her, forming eerie runes that constantly appeared and disappeared. Her obsessive eyes were fixed on the harp blocking the Throne, her killing intent undisguised.
Jean Grey, like a Beast guarding its prey, spread her arms wide, using her body and the burning Dark Golden Flames to isolate the other two women, as if even a glance from them at their master would be a desecration.
Three pairs of eyes, filled with a morbid possessiveness and extreme longing, peered through the raging energy storm and locked onto Lynn.
They are waiting.
He then had to choose only one from three bloody scripts.
We await his personal decision on who will ultimately have the "Absolute Right to Be Alone" tonight.
"Oh."
A very soft, slightly amused laugh came from the Throne.
That soft laugh was like a drop of cold water splashed into a scalding pan of oil, instantly halting the energy storm that had gripped the entire prison.
Hela, Wanda, and Jean held their breath, staring nervously at Lynn.
"You..."
Lynn spoke slowly, shifting to a more comfortable position, leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on the armrests. His deep black eyes gleamed with a chilling light in the interplay of light and shadow.
"... Are you making me choose between two options?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable, tyrannical authority that struck the three women's hearts hard.
choose?
The destruction of Hela.
Wanda's betrayal.
The torment of the zither.
What a great script, what brilliant performances! Why choose only one?
A cold smile curled at the corners of Lynn's lips.
Only children make choices.
And he, as their master, wanted them all.
"Your scripts are all very interesting." Lynn's gaze swept over the three women's faces one by one, his eyes like those of someone admiring his most prized possessions. "Hela's destruction is simple and direct; Wanda's betrayal is elegant and vicious; Jyn's torment is full of despairing artistry."
Each time her name was called, the woman's body would tremble slightly with excitement.
"But you seem to have misunderstood something." Lynn's tone suddenly shifted, his voice turning cold. "You are my tools, my pets. Your purpose is to please me, not to create problems for me."
He stood up and looked down at the three women below the steps.
That terrifying aura that transcended everything instantly dimmed the three energy storms.
"Since you can't please me with a perfect solution, it proves that each and every one of your individual solutions is flawed."
The three women's faces turned deathly pale instantly.
A flaw? Rejected by the owner?
This word terrified them more than any form of torture.
"Master..." Wanda began urgently, trying to explain.
"Shut up."
Lynn coldly interrupted her.
He strolled to the edge of the Throne, the hem of his black trench coat swaying slightly in the aftershocks of the energy.
"Therefore, I am here to deliver the final verdict."
He stretched out a finger and pointed to the void, where a map of Washington, D.C. seemed to be reflected.
"I don't need to choose. The three of you will act simultaneously."
Upon hearing this, all three women were stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.
If they act simultaneously, wouldn't they interfere with each other? And how would the credit be calculated?
"Listen carefully, these are my rules of the game." Lynn's voice was devoid of any emotion, like Deity issuing a divine pronouncement.
"From this moment forward, the Triskelion in Washington, D.C., and those three Helicarrier about to take off, will become your exclusive hunting grounds."
His fingers moved lightly in the air, as if he were cutting a piece of cake.
"The zither."
"Yes, Master!" Jean Grey trembled, knelt on one knee, and answered with utmost devotion.
"The lower levels of the Triskelion building, those twelve thousand Hydra agents, are your prey. I'm allocating the 'mental' hunting grounds to you." Lynn's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Go and stage your 'flesh sacrifice,' let their screams be the opening prelude to this hunt."
"Yes, ma'am! I will not let you down!" A look of wild joy erupted in Qin's eyes, and Dark Gold flames shot into the sky.
Lynn's gaze shifted to Wanda.
Wanda.
"Master..." Wanda bit her lower lip, her Scarlet eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness.
"Those three Helicarriers, and the ' Zola Algorithm ' they carry, are your stage. I'm allocating the 'Logic' hunting ground to you." Lynn's voice carried a hint of seduction. "Go ignite your 'betrayal fireworks,' and let Hydra turn to ashes under its most prized creation."
"Yes, Master!" Wanda's cheeks flushed with excitement, and the Chaos Magic at her fingertips danced joyfully.
Finally, Lynn's gaze fell on Hela.
The Goddess of Death clenched her fists, her emerald eyes filled with resentment and anxiety. With the hunting grounds of mind and logic taken away, was all that remained for her—the most tedious task of cleaning up?
Hela.
"... I'm here." Hela's voice was a little hoarse.
"I once said your methods were boring," Lynn said calmly, looking at her. "Now, I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself. I'm allocating the 'physical' hunting grounds to you."
"You can destroy the structure of the building, you can tear apart the wreckage of those Helicarrier. But..." Lynn paused, a thoughtful glint in his dark eyes, "I'm more interested in seeing something... something more imaginative."
"For example, those corpses torn apart by Jean's mind puppets, those souls blasted to smithereens by Wanda's Helicarrier... aren't they the best material for you?"
Hela abruptly raised her head, her emerald green pupils contracting violently in utter shock.
She understood!
The master didn't send her to cause destruction, but to "create"! To use the deaths caused by the other two to compose a symphony truly belonging to the Goddess of Death!
This is not punishment; it is clearly a higher expectation!
"I understand, Master!" Hela's face once again blossomed into the confident and cruel smile befitting a queen. "I will unleash upon you an unprecedented horde of undead!"
Lynn nodded in satisfaction.
This is exactly the effect he wanted.
He transformed Hydra's entire North America headquarters into a massive arena for his amusement, where his three pets would unleash their cruelty and madness.
"As for the outcome..." Lynn sat back on his Throne, crossed his arms in front of his abdomen, and announced the final judging criteria with the air of someone watching a play open.
"The three of you will strike simultaneously, sacrificing Pierce and those three Helicarrier. Whoever inflicts the deepest despair, whose methods bring me the most pleasure... tonight, will be the victor."
The words had barely left his mouth.
The last trace of doubt in the three women's eyes vanished, replaced by a frenzied, all-consuming desire to win.
They no longer need to argue; they only need to use the most extreme methods to crush the other two competitors and win the master's favor!
"Go."
Lynn waved his hand gently, giving the final order.
"Let Washington, D.C.... tremble for my pleasure."
"Yes, sir!"
Three unanimous responses, filled with fervor and submission, echoed throughout the prison.
The next second!
Buzz--!
Three terrifying sounds, tearing through space, exploded simultaneously!
A rift burning with Dark Golden Flames, twisting minds!
A crack flashing Scarlet Code, a rift that defies reality!
One is a deep, dark void that swallows all light and leads to death!
Three terrifying energies, powerful enough to make even the Heavenly Father tremble, surged forth from the Negative Zone without the slightest hesitation, carrying the three women's extreme competitive and possessive desires, like three Divine Punishment spears, simultaneously descending upon the unsuspecting night sky above Washington, D.C.!