Resource Allocation for the New Mission, Checks and Balances, and a Two-Pronged Operation

In Negative Zone, deathly silence is the Eternity keynote.

After communication with Nick Fury was severed, the Data Stream representing the last authority in the mortal world completely dissipated, and the area around the Bone Throne once again fell into an absolute silence that could swallow up all sound.

Lynn slowly walked back to the Throne and sat down.

His movements were slow, and the subtle sound of bones rubbing against the black robe was amplified countless times in this vast expanse, like a heavy drumbeat striking the heart of every listener.

Three gazes, three distinct yet equally intense and obsessive emotions, were fixed firmly on him.

Jean Grey stood at the very front, closest to the Throne. She had just performed a great service, and the "pioneering" achievement acknowledged by her master seemed to surround her with a victor's aura. Her head was slightly bowed, her red hair like fire, and her pale face flushed with an uncontrollable, sickly redness; her breathing was rapid and trembling. She was waiting, waiting for her master's further favor, waiting for that rightful right to lead the "key project."

A little further behind her, Hela and Wanda stood side by side.

They were like two disgraced individuals, isolated from the inner circle by an invisible wall of energy.

Hela crossed her arms, her dark green eyes filled with an almost tangible coldness and jealousy. The pride of the Queen of Asgard prevented her from wearing her emotions on her sleeve like Wanda, but her taut jawline and the uncontrollable Death Force emanating from her body that slightly distorted space betrayed the turmoil within her.

Wanda was even more direct. Her Scarlet eyes were fixed on Jean Grey's retreating figure, her gaze seeming to want to erase her from existence with Chaos Magic. At her fingertips, Scarlet arcs of energy flickered and danced uneasily, emitting a soft "sizzling" sound. The panic and anger of being rejected and ignored burned her soul like poisonous fire.

A silent "work deployment meeting" Veil the moment Lynn sat down.

He didn't speak immediately.

He simply swept his gaze slowly across the faces of the three men, his eyes calm, indifferent, and devoid of any emotion, like a supreme monarch surveying his territory and tools.

He first looked at Qin, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment.

Qin's body tensed instantly, trembling slightly with excitement.

Then, his gaze passed over the piano and landed on Hela and Wanda.

The two women's hearts skipped a beat.

"The Washington, D.C. affair was handled well."

Lynn finally spoke, his voice flat, as if stating a given fact. He didn't praise anyone by name, simply summarizing the contributions of all three with a single "not bad."

These words caused the blush on Qin's face to fade slightly, and also eased the tension between Hela and Wanda.

This is typical rhetoric from those in power. First, affirm the collective, then obscure the individual, bringing the upcoming "resource allocation" back to the same starting line, preventing meritorious individuals from becoming arrogant, and leaving a glimmer of hope for those who are disappointed.

"Fury has already begun cleaning up the mess for us, creating a clean world based on mortal logic, which will make our subsequent actions easier." Lynn's fingers tapped lightly on the skeletal armrest. "But this is just Sweep the trash. Jean has found us a more valuable goal."

His gaze returned to Qin.

Qin's breath caught in her throat for a moment, and a surge of ecstasy welled up inside her once more.

Hela and Wanda's expressions darkened once again.

Sure enough, it was time to reward those who made the contributions. The discoverers of this "key project" in Siberia naturally had priority.

"A Hydra Base hidden beneath the Siberia ice sheet, a ' Super Soldier Mass Production Plan,' and... a brutal Mutants Genes testing ground." Lynn's voice held no pity, only the cold ruthlessness of discovering new resources. "This is an excellent opportunity, a starting point to bring the uncertain factor of ' Mutants ' completely under our control."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the three women.

"Therefore, regarding the implementation of this 'key project'..."

They've arrived.

Hela and Wanda's hearts were in their throats. They could almost foresee the outcome— Lynn would give the task to Jyn as a reward for her discovery of intelligence. As for them, they would at best be relegated to supporting roles, or even be completely sidelined because of their previous "incompetence."

Jean stepped forward, almost ready to volunteer. She had already devised a perfect plan to Purification the base using the Phoenix Force and to soothe all the Mutants with Telepathy.

However, Lynn's next words caused the balance of power in the entire Negative Zone to tilt dramatically in an instant.

Hela.

Lynn called out the name of the Goddess of Death.

Hela was startled, her dark green pupils suddenly contracting as she could hardly believe her ears.

"The Siberia base is Hydra's last stronghold. The resistance there will be fierce, and they may even possess trump cards unknown to us, even to Pierce." Lynn's voice left no room for argument. "I need an absolute conquest and purge, leaving no survivors. With overwhelming force, I must wipe the Hydra flag, along with their base, from the face of the earth."

He looked at Hela, his tone carrying an undeniable air of command.

"You take care of this. The army of the dead is the best tool for Sweep. I need you to use death to declare our dominion over that land."

Hela's chest heaved violently; the suppressed jealousy and resentment transformed into a surge of wild joy and fighting spirit in that instant.

She got it!

At the height of Jean Grey's power, her master entrusted her with this most important core task, symbolizing "conquest" and "destruction"!

This isn't support, this is offense!

"Yes, my master." Hela knelt on one knee, her posture devout and fervent, her voice filled with the supreme glory of regaining favor, "The souls of Helheim will trample all for you!"

Jean Grey's face drained of color in an instant. She stared incredulously at Lynn on the Throne, then at Hela kneeling before her, her eyes filled with confusion and despair.

Why?

It was clearly her who discovered the information...

Just as Qin Xin was visibly shaken, Lynn's gaze turned to the last person.

Wanda.

Wanda's body trembled, and a glimmer of hope ignited in her Scarlet eyes.

"Since that base is Hydra's top secret, it must contain space technology or escape backdoors unknown to us." Lynn's logic was clear and ruthless. "I don't want any 'experimental material' to slip through our fingers."

"Before Hela begins her cleansing, I need you to use Chaos Magic to completely seal off the entire area where the Siberia base is located on a spatial level. Construct an absolutely impenetrable 'cage.' I want that area to become a graveyard where one can only enter and never leave."

Wanda's eyes lit up instantly.

Sealing off space! This is a crucial role! It ensures that Hela's "conquest" is a perfect encirclement and annihilation, leaving no one out. She is not a support, but a key executor on par with Hela, responsible for "controlling the field"!

"I will weave the most perfect cage for you, master." Wanda also knelt down, her voice carrying a hint of morbid obsession and satisfaction.

Both of them received the mission.

And... what about the zither?

All three of them turned their gazes once again to the Red-haired Woman was still standing.

Jean Grey's face was ashen; she stood there like someone abandoned by the whole world, the light in her eyes quickly fading.

She was... excluded.

Just as this extreme despair was about to engulf her, Lynn's voice rang in her ear like a devil's whisper.

As for you, Qin.

Lynn rose from his Throne, walked slowly to her, reached out, and gently ran the back of his fingers across her cold cheek.

Qin's body trembled violently, as if she had been struck by lightning.

"Your Psychic Power is greatly depleted; you need to rest." Lynn's voice carried an undeniable gentleness, but behind that gentleness lay absolute dominance. "Furthermore, the information you just obtained contains many details that require us... to discuss in detail, separately."

"So, you stay."

"Stay here and serve the Throne."

Boom--!

The last four words, like a ray of cosmic light, instantly pierced through all of Jean Grey's loss and confusion.

Stay... to serve the Throne!

The implications are self-evident.

While Hela and Wanda are out on arduous missions, she will have undisturbed, absolutely private time alone with her master!

This is no punishment! This is clearly a supreme blessing! A reward more substantial and more insane than any control over a mission!

Overwhelmed by a wave of ecstasy, Jean Grey's knees buckled, and she knelt directly at Lynn's feet. Her hands trembled as she took his hands in her own, pressed her cheeks deeply against the back of his hands, and let out a satisfied and obsessive moan.

Beneath the Throne, Hela and Wanda, who had just been full of vigor, froze with smiles.

They stared blankly at the scene, finally understanding Lynn's true intentions.

A perfect art of checks and balances.

By acknowledging the merits of the "mission," their desire for achievement and jealousy were appeased, making them willingly risk their lives for the cause.

Then, with the favor of "solitude," he rewarded Qin for discovering the intelligence, giving her the substantial reward she desired most.

He held a bowl of water so perfectly that not a drop spilled.

In fact, all three of them felt that they were the ultimate victors.

Hela and Wanda exchanged a glance, both seeing extreme resentment and renewed jealousy in each other's eyes, but they were speechless. The mission had been accepted, and a promise was a promise. They could only channel their anger into an even more frantic competition for "performance" at the Siberia base, hoping to win back their "Right to Be Alone" with even more perfect results.

"Go." Lynn didn't look at them again, but instead stared intently at the piano at her feet, seemingly lost in thought. "Don't disappoint me."

"Yes, Master!"

Hela and Wanda gritted their teeth and answered in unison.

The next second, Hela swung the Night Sky Sword, tearing open a spatial rift filled with the aura of death and the Underworld. Wanda followed closely behind, her Scarlet magic flashing.

The moment the two figures disappeared into the crevice, a biting wind and the scent of ice and snow rushed in.

The rift closed, and the Negative Zone returned to its deathly silence.

Only Lynn remained before the Throne, and the Dark Phoenix, kneeling at his feet, trembling with ecstasy.

On the other side of the chasm, above the endless snowfields of Siberia, Hela and Wanda appeared. A frigid blizzard instantly engulfed them.

However, they did not act immediately.

Hela's gaze was fixed on the faint outline of steel beneath the distant ice, while Wanda's Scarlet eyes sensed the energy flow in the area.

They all noticed.

Beneath this icy plain, besides Hydra's base, lurks a... a chaotic yet powerful force of resistance far exceeding expectations.