Judgment across dimensions, Lynn's overt ploy to stoke the Shura Field

Negative Zone.

Lynn's fingertips tapped lightly on the cold, Bone Throne armrest, producing a rhythmic "tap, tap" sound.

There was no light, no sound, not even breathable air. Only pure, deathly nothingness, and the chilling aura emanating from the Throne itself, like Eternity winter.

But in Lynn's mind, a magnificent audio-visual feast was unfolding in real time.

His consciousness, like that of an omniscient and omnipotent director, simultaneously monitors three "film sets" in Washington, D.C. through three distinct Psychic Network.

A network, filled with Dark Gold, violent, and scorching Phoenix Force. He could "see" how Jean Grey transformed her Psychic Power into billions of invisible threads, turning the entire lower levels of Triskelion into her puppet theater, where every scream, every dismemberment, composed a twisted symphony of loyalty.

Another network is steeped in the Death Force of darkness. He can "smell" the putrid stench emanating from the spirits Hela awakens, and "hear" the nauseating chewing sounds as they devour flesh. It is a pure, Underworld -like aesthetic of destruction.

The last and most active network at this moment flickered with Scarlet, Chaos light full of uncertainty. He could "sense" how Wanda's magic, like virus code, easily eroded the pride of human technology, turning the three Helicarriers into Sword of Damocles hanging over Hydra's head.

Three killing contests dedicated to him.

Three women engaged in a fierce, cutthroat competition for his approval.

A playful smile curved the corners of Lynn's lips.

He enjoyed this feeling.

Like a chess player high above, coldly observing the three most powerful pieces on the board, who fight tooth and nail against each other for his fleeting glance. Their power is enough to destroy the world, but their will is firmly held in his palm.

At this moment, his "lens" was focused on the sky above the Triskelion.

The small, silvery-white escape pod, like a mosquito preserved in amber, hovered awkwardly in mid-air.

Lynn could clearly sense how casually the Chaos Magic wrapped around the escape pod's engine was used, filled with the arrogance and mockery of a victor.

Wanda did a good job.

While Hela and Chin were still reeling from the massive, bloody massacre, she swiftly seized the "big fish" that was trying to escape.

From a tactical standpoint, this was undoubtedly the most efficient and precise strike.

Three terrifying energies formed a delicate standoff in the high sky.

Hela's Undead Legion and Jean's mental meat grinder both paused briefly because of Pierce's escape. Their gazes, or rather their killing intent, were focused on that small tin can, just like Wanda's.

They are waiting.

It is up to him, the master, to make a judgment on the progress of this competition.

"Interesting."

Lynn chuckled to herself.

He knew this was a golden opportunity to further ignite their competitive spirit.

This doesn't even qualify as a conspiracy.

This is an open conspiracy.

It was a calculated scheme they knew was a trap, yet they willingly jumped into it. Because their desire for him had long surpassed reason.

So Lynn made a move.

He neither spoke nor made any movement.

He merely... separated an extremely subtle, pure Psychic Fluctuation.

It was an emotion devoid of any words, representing only "approval" and "pleasure".

Like the gentlest breeze in spring.

Then, precisely and without any concealment, he directed this "gentle breeze" along the Psychic Network, directly towards Wanda.

"!"

High in the sky, Wanda, who was idly playing with the escape pod, suddenly shuddered.

An indescribable, immense ecstasy, like the most powerful electric current, instantly pierced through her soul!

It's Lynn!

It was his attention! It was his approval!

He saw it! He saw his precise interception! He was... very satisfied with himself!

A dazzling light suddenly burst forth in Wanda's Scarlet eyes. She even unconsciously straightened her back, like a little girl who had just received praise from her teacher, her face radiating a pure yet morbid happiness.

The Chaos Magic around the escape pod tightened subconsciously, emitting a metallic groan. It was a display of possessiveness and ostentation.

She won!

At least in this round, she won against that old woman and that red-haired madman!

However, Lynn's "appreciation" was like a spark thrown into boiling oil.

While igniting Wanda's ecstasy, it also detonated the minefield of two other women...

Boom--!

Almost at the same instant that Wanda felt that spiritual pleasure.

Two completely different, yet equally terrifying emotions, filled with rage and jealousy, exploded within Lynn's Psychic Network!

"Why should I?!"

This is a chilling, piercing roar from Hela.

This Goddess of Death from Asgard, Conqueror of the Nine Realms, possessed a pride so intense it seemed to materialize into frost, freezing the entire space.

"What kind of achievement is it to catch a mouse that can run away?!"

"I, Hela, am resurrecting an army of the undead for you! I am rewriting the line between life and death for you! Is everything I've done less than some childish trick?!"

Under her Hokage, her Undead Legion grew increasingly ferocious, indiscriminately tearing apart everything in its path.

On the other hand, Jean Grey's reaction was even more direct and violent.

Buzz!!!

Dark Gold Phoenix Force shot into the sky like a tsunami!

Why aren't you looking at me?!

Qin's Mental World is filled with the sharp pain of being ignored and abandoned.

"Look! Lynn! Look at the artwork I created for you! Look at the blood and flesh scattered everywhere, the wails echoing throughout the building! This is the ultimate despair, the most perfect sacrifice!"

"That woman merely stopped a metal can! I, on the other hand, am twisting the souls of hundreds of living people for you! Isn't my performance far more spectacular?!"

The Hydra agents she controlled, caught off guard by the rampage of the Phoenix Force, abruptly halted their infighting. Then, they all raised their heads, their empty and distorted eyes gazing at the sky, as if silently questioning their mistress.

envy.

Like the most potent poison, it instantly eroded their reason.

To be favored by Lynn is the highest honor.

Being ignored by Lynn was a torture more unbearable than death.

The next second.

Hela and Jean Grey made the exact same movements.

They... gave up!

Hela instantly severed her control over all the undead. Those walking corpses that had just been frantically killing were like puppets with their strings cut, collapsing to the ground and turning back into cold corpses.

Qin also withdrew her vast Psychic Network, and the "puppet on strings" that were scattered throughout the building and held various bizarre postures instantly regained their freedom, then collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and completely lost consciousness.

They're not playing anymore.

These lowly prey, these time-consuming and laborious "grand scenes," all became meaningless in the face of Lynn's silent "approval."

They must... win back their master's attention!

Use a more direct, more forceful, and more effective way to prove your worth!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two streaks of light, one as black as ink and the other as dark gold as fire, tore through the sky.

Their goal is singular—

The one trapped in mid-air by Wanda, the ultimate prize... Alexander Pierce!

Inside the escape pod, Pierce's face, contorted with fear, saw through the porthole two destructive streaks hurtling toward him from two different directions with the force of Thunder.

And then there's the Scarlet Witch, hovering in the air ahead, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

Three fierce-looking goddesses surrounded him, this little tin can, in the center.

Pierce's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

A despair a hundred times stronger than when his engine was locked had completely engulfed his soul.