Superman of the Marvel Universe

In the deepest part of the prison, inside the thick and solid alloy cell door, was 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.

Chronic dehydration was a terrible punishment for the Atlanteans.

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

Prisoners in prison still have the most basic human rights.

"One day, I will return to land."

Namor crawled with difficulty and rolled into the nutrition cabin.

The liquid inside was quite turbid. It had obviously been used for a long time and had 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 more bearable and no longer tortured his spirit.

After being tried by a military court and a double trial in Atlantis, Namor was thrown into this cell like garbage.

Just as the robed nobleman 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 tall figure brought to him.

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

The 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 hit 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 cell door suddenly opened, and a ray of light came in.

"It smells really bad!"

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

I couldn't see her face clearly in the dark environment, but I could only roughly tell that her figure was very curved.

"Namor?"

Against the light, the Black Queen, hidden in the shadows, stared at the man with unshaven beard and 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, 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 appearance of the person coming.

Gorgeous and coquettish, like a deadly black mandala.

"Yes, we are the same kind."

Selene bent 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', doing 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.

Before he hit rock bottom, there was no doubt that Sebastian Shaw had deceived 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 judgments.

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

Namor grimaced, trying to control his inner excitement.

No one wants to spend their entire lives in a cell, enduring a dirty environment.

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

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

The Black Queen showed her chips.

A flame crystal that emits brilliant light.

The power of the phoenix!

She had already received one and could no longer absorb it.

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

He is a mutant with powerful talents and great potential.

It's just unfortunate that he met such a strong enemy as Superman when he first debuted, and suffered miserably one after another, losing everything.

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

The Black Queen arouses Namor's anger and strives to make the other party'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, the Black Queen can easily take away Namor's soul when it's done.

Make full use of tool man!

Whether before life or after death, you can shine!

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 long words above.

The Black Queen stretched out her hand, and the life energy she usually drew 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 expanded 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, seemingly thinking.

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

Bite your finger open and stamp it.

Put your "name" on the contract!

"Very well, you made a wise choice."

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

"I need you to deal with someone 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."