Marvel’s Superman

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

The tattered clothes and the shackles on his hands and feet all showed that he was a prisoner with a serious crime.

"Alive."

The prison guard glanced through the bars, then walked away.

Their daily job is very simple, just make sure the prisoner is alive.

Food, hygiene, etc. don't need to be considered.

"Another bad day."

Namor moved slowly, like a reptile with its bones removed.

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

In the remaining one-third of the space, there is a nutrition cabin similar to an oversized fish tank.

Prolonged dehydration is a terrible punishment for the Atlanteans.

Their bodies, leaving the sea for a week at most, must be re-hydrated.

Prisoners in prisons still have the most basic human rights.

Only when you make a mistake, you will be punished by cutting off the water.

"One day, I'll be back on land."

Namor crawled hard and rolled into the nutrition chamber.

The liquid inside is quite turbid, obviously it has been used for a long time and has not been changed for a long time.

But this time, it didn't matter so much.

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

Namor's manic mood gradually calmed down.

Close your eyes and breathe lightly.

The stinging fractured spine became a little better and no longer tormented his spirit.

After being court-martialed and double-trialed by Atlantis, Namor was thrown into this cell like garbage.

As the robe noble said, he lost the king's crown of glory and supreme power, and became a prisoner of no one.

It was like falling from the cloud into the mud.

All because of - Superman!

He will never forget the heavy pressure that the tall and straight figure brought him.

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

The self-confidence that Namor accumulated over the decades has completely collapsed under the iron fist of Superman!

hiss!

The memories brought, maybe anger, maybe despair, maybe hatred... This poor king who lost everything subconsciously turned his body.

The severe pain hit the brain again!

His tough face, which was full of decadence and frustration, became particularly hideous.

"It shouldn't be like that."

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

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

Day after day, kill life.

This is undoubtedly the most terrifying torture for the strong and ambitious.

Crunch!

The thick and sturdy prison door suddenly opened, and a ray of light came in.

"It smells so bad!"

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

In the dark environment, it is difficult to see his face, and he can only roughly judge that his body curve is very strong.

"Namo?"

Against the light, the Black Queen, who was hiding in the shadows, stared at the unshaven, smelly, beggar-like man.

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 lay in the nutrition cabin and asked coldly.

Since he was imprisoned, many nobles in robes have come to visit and ridicule their situation for fun.

"A man who can save you."

The corners of the black queen's mouth twitched, and she took a few steps closer, sending out a signal of goodwill.

"Are you a mutant?"

Namor frowned.

by light.

He could see the appearance of the person who came.

There is no blue skin of Atlantis.

Glamorous, flirtatious, like a deadly black mandala.

"Yes, we are the same kind."

Selene bent down slightly and said in a charming tone: "Your people abandoned you here, and the robe nobles described you as a 'cold-blooded executioner' and a 'inhuman butcher', trying their best to discredit you. your image."

"Your Majesty, Atlantis is no longer the homeland you guard. It is united with the major kingdoms in the land world, which goes against your will and violates the traditions of the ages."

After a failure, Namor became much calmer.

Before he hit rock bottom, one thing was in doubt.

Sebastian Shaw deceived himself and used himself.

Namor frowned slightly, and the Black Queen's bewitching tone revealed a familiar feeling, almost the same as Sebastian Xiao.

This is a liar!

He makes a judgment.

"Let's be honest, what do you need me to do, and what can you give me."

Namor frowned, trying to restrain his inner excitement.

No one wants to stay in a cell, endure a messy environment, and just live their whole life.

Freedom, this is what every prisoner in prison once had, then lost, and now desperately desires.

The arrival of the Black Queen brought him a glimmer of hope.

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

The black queen showed her chips.

A flame crystal that emits a brilliant light.

The power of the phoenix!

She had already got one and couldn't keep taking it any longer.

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

He is a mutant with great talent and great potential.

It's just unfortunate. As soon as he debuted, he met a powerful enemy like Superman, so he suffered a series of fiasco and lost everything.

"The Atlanteans can easily heal your broken spine and get you back on your feet again."

The black queen aroused Namor's anger, trying to make the opponent's IQ continue to decline, and then become her own puppet.

"But they don't. Those robe nobles, let you live without dignity, hiding behind the scenes and laughing wildly."

"I'm willing to give you a chance to take revenge and take back what belongs to you... But the premise is that you need to sign a contract."

Selene threw out a parchment branded with a flame pattern. She was a witch, and she was no stranger to the set of hell devils.

In this contract, there are many traps that are hard to be noticed by ordinary people.

As long as the name is signed, the Black Queen can easily take away Namor's soul after the event is completed.

Give full play to the usefulness of tool people!

Regardless of life or death, you can shine and heat!

Perfect!

"How can I trust you?"

Namor glanced at the contract and asked cautiously.

To be honest, he was not very able to understand the obscure, tongue-in-cheek, and long words above.

The Black Queen stretched out her hand, and the life energy that she usually draws was poured into Namor's body.

Like a medical miracle!

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

He put his hands on the edge of the nutrition capsule and stood up abruptly.

The atrophied muscles slowly inflated like a water-filled balloon.

"This is……"

"Your lost power."

The Black Queen smiled slightly and continued, "I can still make you stronger."

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

The quiet environment stretched the time, and after a few deep breaths, the young king who had nothing, took over the contract from Selene.

Bite your fingers apart and put the stamp on 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, "Then it's time to talk about the part of fulfilling the treaty."

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

Namor, who gradually regained his strength, flickered in his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Who?"

"Your 'old friend'."

The Black Queen spat out the name softly.

"Superman."