Chapter 706: Wonder Woman's Ruthlessness
The Psychological Assault
For the next three weeks, Diana would speak with her precisely in the morning, noon, and evening. The conversations were brief, lasting between three and five minutes, and every time, she would call her Urzkartaga, never Barbara.
Urzkartaga!
Urzkartaga!
Urzkartaga!
The name constantly lingered in her mind, gradually becoming a kind of curse. The next time she saw Diana, Barbara suddenly erupted. Her body pressed against the energy barrier as she roared furiously,
"Don't call me Urzkartaga! Damn you! Don't use that name! Ahhh! I'll kill you!"
The woman looked frantic, her eyes wide, her pupils bloodshot, like a madwoman.
Diana's expression remained unchanged. She calmly picked up a chair and sat down as before.
"Urzkartaga..."
"NO!!!!!"
"Stop calling me that name! Please! I'm not her! I'm Barbara! Yes! Barbara is who I am! Not Urzkartaga! You've all got it wrong!"
"Alright, I won't call you Urzkartaga."
Diana suddenly changed her tone. "Then, what should I call you now? Barbara? No, you're not her. Barbara was a simple, kind girl, full of love for her colleagues and friends. Even when faced with setbacks, she'd help them without hesitation. And you? You're cold and ruthless. You not only killed people but ate them. Do you think Barbara would eat human flesh?"
The Cheetah instantly froze, her gaze blank, sinking into confusion.
Diana continued, "You say you're not Urzkartaga. Then where did this body come from? Go look in a mirror. From head to toe, what part of you isn't the Cheetah Goddess Urzkartaga? The exact same appearance, the exact same temperament, the exact same behavior—and you claim you're not her?"
"You're not Barbara, and you refuse to be called Urzkartaga. Then who are you, exactly?"
"Tell me, what is your true name?"
Three questions, each one hitting a vital spot. The method was cruel and utterly ruthless.
Even Clark, Barry, and Linda in the monitoring room felt a chill run down their spines.
When you're called the wrong name the first time, you think it's an accident; the second time, you're annoyed; the third time, it sparks anger. But when you are called another name the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and Nth time, you become numb and even start to doubt yourself: Am I actually that name?
This is exactly what Diana was doing—over and over, relentlessly, causing her anger, revulsion, and doubt. Not just a mentally ill person, but a normal person couldn't endure it.
The current Barbara was at a critical stage of personality breakdown. She no longer knew who she was. On one hand, she doubted if she was Urzkartaga; on the other, she was disgusted and even terrified by the name.
The two ideologies fought ceaselessly in her mind, pushing her to the brink of collapse.
Diana didn't continue. She checked her wrist, and finding that four minutes had passed, she decisively got up and left.
The Source of Jealousy
Back in the monitoring room, Linda couldn't help but say,
"You're not planning to keep this up forever, are you?"
"I'll stop in five more days."
Diana sighed faintly, a helpless smile on her face. "I don't want to do this either. I honestly can't think of another way. If I do nothing, things will only get worse."
Clark said gravely, "This won't solve the fundamental problem."
Barbara's body has been completely remade by divine power, and her consciousness has fused with Urzkartaga's. Separating the two cannot be achieved by psychological suggestion alone.
What she was doing was merely stalling for time.
She knew this, but what else could she do?
After leaving the base, Diana flew to the underground facility at the Lakeside Villa and walked over to the medical pod, quietly watching the man lying inside.
Through her interrogation, she had gained a deeper understanding of her "friend," and Luke was one of the reasons why she became this way.
The Diana before this was excellent but not perfect. She had no lover and no friends, repeating the same life every day—boring, lonely, and hopeless. It was easy to pity her.
Barbara, while envious of her looks, didn't agree with her actions and even felt sympathy.
Luke shattered this balance. As the youngest self-made billionaire in history, his appearance was like a meteor streaking through the night sky, becoming the world's most dazzling light.
He was smart, powerful, handsome, knowledgeable, humorous in conversation, and had extraordinary insights. Especially those ink-green eyes—they seemed to look through her soul, making people unconsciously fascinated... He became a national idol, the dream lover of millions of young women. A certain unscrupulous media outlet called "The Sun" conducted a survey, interviewing over a thousand young women on the street about their most anticipated date, and one-third of them named Luke.
This was Luke's image in the public eye—perfect. He was the perfect lover, the perfect husband in the hearts of girls. Barbara was no exception.
However, this very male god got together with her friend. In that moment, her spirit was shattered, and countless questions flooded her mind.
Why did this happen?
Didn't Diana dislike dating? Why does she have a boyfriend? When did they get together? Why didn't I know anything?
And the fact that they're superheroes, saving the world, and Diana never mentioned it. How many things has she kept hidden from me?
The confusion piled up, gradually turning into doubt and suspicion.
She thought she was the person who understood Diana best, only to find out everything was just wishful thinking.
Your friend is Wonder Woman—beautiful, powerful, elegant, confident, fearless, and capable of anything. You think she's lonely, but she has the most perfect boyfriend in the world. You think she's solitary, but she is cherished by the man she loves. How could a person like that need your pity?
That sense of loss and bitterness could only be understood by those who had experienced it.
Barbara was utterly devastated, losing even the will to live. It was at this moment that Urzkartaga appeared, using this vulnerability as an entry point to plant the seed of jealousy in her heart.
Stimulated by external conditions, the seed quickly sprouted and grew into a towering tree.
In a way, Luke was the source. If it weren't for him, Barbara wouldn't have become this way.
"You really are my harbinger of disaster."
Diana let out a bitter laugh, her emotions incredibly complex.
She knew her own business. Luke was far from a perfect man. He was lustful and cunning, would use any means necessary, and would take a life without hesitation or mercy. How could a man like that be called perfect?
Of course, he had his merits: he was principled and valued relationships. Everything else could be overlooked.
Diana took his hand and couldn't help but whisper,
"When will you wake up? Barbara is fading fast. I truly need you right now."
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