Superman

In the deepest part of the prison, inside the thick and solid alloy cell door, is a figure crawling on the ground.

The cells in Atlantis are slightly different from those in the above world, with beds and sanitary facilities placed in the corners.

The remaining one-third of the space is filled with a nutritional cabin similar to an oversized fish tank.

Long-term dehydration was a terrible punishment for the Atlanteans.

Their bodies need to be rehydrated after being away from the sea for a week at most.

Prisoners in prison still have their most basic human rights.

"One day, I will return to the land."

Namor crawled with difficulty and rolled into the nutrition cabin.

The liquid inside is quite turbid. It has obviously been used for a long time and has not been replaced.

Half of the body is soaked in nutrient solution, and every cell is hungry for water.

Namor's manic mood gradually calmed down.

Close your eyes and breathe softly.

The stinging pain in his broken spine became slightly better and no longer tortured his spirit.

After accepting the military court and the double trial in Atlantis, Namor was thrown into this cell like garbage.

Just as the noble in robes said, he lost the glorious crown and supreme power of the king and became a prisoner who no one cares about.

All this is because of Superman!

He could never forget the heavy pressure that that tall figure put on him.

Howling in pain, struggling feebly, and then returning to darkness.

The self-confidence that Namor had accumulated over decades completely collapsed under Superman's iron fist!

hiss!

Maybe it was anger, maybe despair, maybe hatred... The poor king who had lost everything subconsciously turned around.

Severe pain hits the brain again!

His tough face, full of decadence and frustration, became particularly ferocious.

"It shouldn't be like this."

Namor remembered what his father said on land, that he was born to rule the ocean and become the king of Atlantis.

But now, he can only stay in a small, dark cell.

Day after day, wasting away life.

This is undoubtedly the most terrible torture for a strong and ambitious man.

Crunch!

The heavy and solid prison door suddenly opened, and a ray of light came in.

"This smells really bad!"

A charming female voice sounded, causing Namor to look up.

I couldn't see my face clearly in the dark environment, but I could only roughly tell that her body curves were amazing.

"Namor?"

Against the light, the Black Queen, hiding in the shadows, stared at the man with unshaven beard and a smelly body, who looked like a beggar.

She couldn't help but hesitate, this image really didn't look like the Lord of the Seven Seas and the King of Atlantis.

"Who are you?"

Namor asked coldly as he lay in the nutrition cabin.

Since his imprisonment, many robed nobles have come to visit and laugh at his situation.

"Someone who can save you."

The corners of the Black Queen's lips curled up, and she took a few steps closer, sending out a signal of goodwill.

"Are you a mutant?"

Namor asked with a frown.

Through the light, he could clearly see the face of the person coming.

Gorgeous and coquettish, like a deadly black mandala.

"Yes, we are the same kind."

Selene leaned down slightly and said in a seductive tone: "Your people abandoned you here. The nobles in robes described you as a 'cold-blooded executioner' and an 'inhuman butcher', and tried their best to discredit you.

Your image."

"Your Majesty the King, Atlantis is no longer the homeland you protect. It has united with the major kingdoms in the land world. This goes against your will and the traditions of the past generations."

After experiencing a failure, Namor became much calmer and less emotional. Trade Wind Literature Network

Before he hit rock bottom, there was no doubt that Sebastian Shaw had deceived himself and taken advantage of himself.

Namor could clearly feel that the Black Queen's bewitching tone was exactly the same as hers.

This is a liar!

He makes a judgment.

"Speak directly, what do you need from me and what can you give me."

Namor had a sullen face, trying to control his inner excitement.

No one wants to stay in a cell, endure a dirty environment, and spend the rest of their lives like this.

Freedom, this is something that every prisoner in prison once had, then lost, and now desires extremely.

"I hope you can get out of the shadow of failure, overcome the nightmare in your heart, and find yourself again."

The Black Queen shows her chips.

A flame crystal that emits brilliant light.

Phoenix power!

She has already received a portion and cannot continue to absorb it.

The Phoenix needed an apostle, and Selene thought Namor would be a good fit.

He is a mutant with powerful talents and huge potential.

It's just unfortunate that he encountered a strong enemy like Superman when he first debuted, so he suffered disastrous defeats one after another and lost everything.

"The Atlanteans can easily heal your broken spine, allowing you to heal and stand up again."

The Black Queen arouses Namor's anger, trying to make him's IQ continue to decline, and then become her puppet.

"But they didn't. Those nobles in robes allowed you to live without dignity, hiding behind the scenes and laughing wildly."

"I am willing to give you the opportunity to launch revenge and take back what belongs to you...but the prerequisite is that you need to sign a contract."

Selene threw out a piece of parchment with flame patterns. She was a witch, so she was no stranger to the tricks of the devil in hell.

There are many traps hidden in this contract that ordinary people cannot pay attention to.

As long as you sign your name, and when it's done, the Black Queen can easily take away Namor's soul.

Make full use of the tools!

Whether before or after death, it can shine and generate heat!

Perfect!

"How can I trust you?"

Namor glanced at the contract and asked warily.

To be honest, he was not very able to understand the obscure, difficult to pronounce, and lengthy words and sentences above.

The Black Queen stretched out her hand, and the life energy she drew from daily life was poured into Namor's body.

Like a medical miracle!

Namor, whose spine was broken and his lower body was paralyzed, actually became conscious.

He held the edge of the nutrition cabin with both hands and stood up suddenly.

The atrophied muscles slowly expand like a balloon filled with water.

"This is……"

"The power you lost."

The Black Queen smiled slightly and continued: "I can also make you stronger."

Namor's face was gloomy and he lowered his head as if thinking.

The silent environment prolonged the time. After taking a few deep breaths, the young king, who had nothing, took the contract from Selene.

Bite your finger open and stamp it.

Imprint your "name" on the contract!

"Good, you made a wise choice."

The Black Queen smiled with satisfaction. She handed the other party the fragments of the Phoenix Power, and then said: "Next, it's time to talk about the fulfillment of the treaty."

"I need you to deal with a person and restrain his actions."

Namor's eyes flashed as he gradually regained his strength, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who?"

"Your 'old friend'."

The Black Queen spoke the name softly.

"Superman."