Marvel : The God Of Punishment System

The massive palace doors groaned open with an ancient sound that echoed like distant thunder. The cavernous hall stretched endlessly before Jason, its enormous stone pillars standing like frozen sentinels along both sides. Each column rose to impossible heights, carved from stone so ancient it seemed to predate time itself.

At the far end of this architectural marvel, atop a throne crafted from what appeared to be petrified wood and bones, sat the serpent himself. His black hair fell in waves around a face that spoke of eternal age and timeless patience. Cradled in his grip was a staff tall enough to serve as a weapon and regal enough to symbolize divine authority.

"Who are you? State your name!" The serpent's voice boomed through the hall like rolling thunder.

"Tap, tap, tap..." Jason's footsteps rang out against the stone floor, each sound measuring the distance between them. He approached with deliberate casualness, his eyes never leaving the fierce gaze of the god before him. When he finally reached the base of the throne, he offered a slight bow – the kind a gentleman might give to a king he doesn't truly respect.

"Greetings, uh... Your Majesty?"

Jörmungandr sat motionless upon his throne, his serpentine eyes measuring Jason like a predator studying target.

Jason's smile carried a hint of mischief. "Your Majesty, I haven't come here to fight you tonight. How about we discuss a mutually beneficial arrangement instead?"

The serpent's eyes narrowed to slits of ice. "Arrangement?"

"I've been thinking – despite Odin keeping you locked away for what must feel like eternity, I don't see why you'd immediately choose to devour the World Tree and obliterate all existence the moment you're free. Where's the logic in that? If your issue is with Odin, why not claim his throne instead? The mortals of Midgard – or Earth, as they call it now – never did you any wrong. When you were imprisoned, this land wasn't even settled by the current inhabitants. These humans are completely innocent. Tens of thousands have already perished under your wrath. Must you really slaughter them all? Perhaps you should consider redirecting your forces against Asgard proper?"

The great serpent was genuinely taken aback. Who was this insolent mortal before him who spoke with such casual knowledge of divine secrets? How did he know of the plan to consume Yggdrasil, the World Tree itself?

The power of fear harvested from Midgard alone might suffice to challenge Odin in personal combat, but it fell woefully short of what was needed to destroy all of Asgard completely. Only by devouring the World Tree and spreading universal terror across the Nine Realms during Ragnarok could he hope to achieve the invincible might required for total victory!

"Hmph!" The serpent's grunt echoed like distant storms. "What qualifications do you possess to negotiate with the likes of me?"

"CLANG!"

With a flourish of his hand, Jason produced six massive hammers. Each weapon had lost its divine luster and turned gray as mountain stone, their power visibly drained. They crashed to the floor with sounds like breaking mountains.

Jörmungandr's composure shattered instantly. He slammed his staff down with earth-shattering force.

"BOOM!"

The tremendous noise ricocheted endlessly throughout the vast chamber, the sound seeming to multiply with each echo.

"You dare steal my sacred hammers and then appear before me in my own domain? Seeking death?" The serpent's rage painted every word with venom.

Jason merely shrugged, spreading his hands in theatrical innocence. "My King, please control your temper! I merely wished to point out that your selection of chosen warriors lacks... quality. A spoiled playboy, an octogenarian soldier with misplaced loyalties, and two of Odin's own sons? With allies like these, what grand designs could possibly succeed?"

The serpent glared at him for what felt like an eternity before asking, "What sort of deal do you propose?"

A moment of silence stretched between them. Jason had sought out the serpent purely to stall for time until sunrise arrived. Truth be told, he hadn't actually formulated any specific deal to offer.

The serpent studied him wordlessly, showing no impatience. Deep within his ancient mind, he calculated that his strength was returning far slower than anticipated. He needed additional time to accumulate more power. The reason he patiently endured this mortal's prattle was the same – buying precious minutes.

"Ha ha ha ha..." Jason's laughter broke the tension.

After his mirth subsided, he suddenly produced another figure from the Absolute Zero Dimension with a theatrical flourish. Loki's unconscious form appeared between them.

"How about I offer you a comrade-in-arms worthy of fighting alongside your majesty?" Jason suggested with exaggerated enthusiasm.

The serpent's expression darkened as he studied the pale, raven-haired youth. "Who is this individual?"

"The prince of Asgard and biological son of Laufey, King of the Frost Giants!"

Jörmungandr's eyes narrowed further. "How does a child of Jötunheim blood come to bear the title of Asgardian royalty? When did Odin's standards fall so low?"

Jason chuckled knowingly. "Ah, this tale is quite the twisted epic. Allow me to explain the full saga..."

...

While Jason masterfully held the serpent's attention through storytelling alone, the Avengers outside achieved some measure of success against overwhelming odds. Though the situation remained dire, they'd managed to establish several fortified positions throughout the cityscape. Mutants and human heroes alike engaged the beast soldiers in brutal, block-by-block warfare. The Avengers themselves, exhausted from their day's countless battles, could barely maintain their defensive lines.

Further across the burning metropolis, Mephisto stood motionless atop a skyscraper. Tonight, several additional figures surrounded him. One possessed androgynous beauty that transcended human comprehension, graceful black wings unfurled behind an otherworldly form – this was Lucifer, one of Hell's most powerful sovereign rulers. Several other equally strange beings accompanied the devil lords.

Mephisto's expression carried unprecedented gravity. "Everyone assembled here, are you absolutely certain we should initiate our centuries-old plan tonight?"

Lucifer snorted with barely contained contempt. "This opportunity hasn't presented itself in hundreds of years. Shall we wait another millennium?"

"Very well! If none object, we proceed with our grand design. Understand this, my fellow lords – should our scheme succeed, you and I will transcend this universe itself, becoming supreme beings across multiple dimensions! Let us forge an unbreakable pact: no betrayal until our ultimate goal is achieved. Should any violate this sacred oath, the others shall unite to erase that traitor's name from Hell's records!"

"Agreed!" Each demon lord's voice rang with dark promise.

"Then... we begin!"

Mephisto's smile carried the weight of vengeful satisfaction. "That Jason believes himself clever for outmaneuvering me repeatedly in the mortal realm. How amusing. Tonight he'll witness true demonic power! What I truly covet was never the human world!"

In a flash of sulfurous flame, he vanished from existence.

Meanwhile, Odin observed the battlefield from his own vantage point. Sensing his sons' disappearance, he remained remarkably calm. Behind him stood a full battalion of Asgardian warriors, armed to perfection and primed for battle. He and Jason had reached an agreement – when the crucial moment arrived, he would await Jason's signal before launching a devastating surprise attack against the serpent.

Back on the floating island, within the grand throne room, Jason and Jörmungandr had exhausted discussions about Loki, moved on to Thor's various shortcomings, and eventually broached the topic of Hela, the so-called Goddess of Death. With their conversation growing thin, the unlikely duo launched into passionate criticism of Odin's fundamentally flawed parenting methods and questionable family dynamics.

By the end, both reached the consensus that with Odin's rigid temperament and misguided approaches, producing a competent heir to the throne was utterly impossible. Rather than watching three dysfunctional children destroy each other fighting for succession, selecting a capable outsider would clearly serve Asgard better.

When their verbose dialogue finally sputtered to silence, Jason glanced at his timepiece. Damn, only 2:30 AM?

The serpent instinctively assessed his accumulating power. Cursed timing, why is recovery proceeding so sluggishly?

Their eyes met awkwardly. Neither spoke, and the great hall descended into an uncomfortable quiet that seemed to swallow sound itself.

Eventually, Jason broke the silence with a strategic cough. "Your Majesty... it seems we're both waiting for time to pass?"

The serpent shot him a withering glance. "Absolutely not. I merely await my forces' inevitable conquest of your pathetic city. Beyond yourself, this palace holds no worthy opponent demanding my personal attention!"

Jason smirked inwardly while maintaining a neutral expression. "Since Your Majesty has no present intention of fighting, perhaps we could schedule a proper battle? One for the ages – to the death!"

The serpent's agreement came immediately. "When?"

"Tomorrow at six... no, make it eight o'clock!" Jason adjusted quickly.

"Agreed!"

Jason's mental satisfaction bloomed. Who said anything about eight? When dawn breaks, it marks your final hour!

The great serpent own thoughts calculating darkly. Fool! The moment I accumulate sufficient power, I strike immediately. Only an idiot would honor such an appointment until morning!

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