Scrutiny in Siberia, the absolute pressure of seeing through without exposing

The spatial rift closed silently behind her, completely isolating the scorching and obsessive Phoenix aura belonging to Jean Grey within the Negative Zone.

What hits you is the unique, soul-chilling cold of the Siberian Ice Fields.

Lynn's boots crunched on the thick snow, making a teeth-grinding sound. The air was thick with the strange smell of gunpowder, Ozone, and Death Energy, scraping against his olfactory nerves like a cold file.

Before him lay a completely transformed, frozen Hell.

The original Hydra secret base, buried deep underground, has now become a huge, grotesque Meteorite Crater. The edges of the crater have been forcibly vitrified by some force, reflecting a ghostly green light under the pale moonlight.

Hela, stood proudly at the edge of the Meteorite Crater, clad in her iconic, intricately patterned dark green War Armor and wielding the Night Sky Sword. She was like a perfect black marble statue.

Behind her stood an army so silent it was suffocating.

Thousands of Undead Soldiers, clad in torn and charred Hydra combat uniforms, stood in a grim, uniform formation. Their empty eye sockets burned with a ghastly green flame, identical to Hela's, a symbol of Death Force. They breathed nothing, had no heartbeats, only absolute obedience and boundless hatred for the living.

This is Hela's victory, her "pledge of allegiance" to her master.

Upon seeing Lynn's arrival, Hela's face revealed a genuine, possessive smile. She bowed slightly, her posture elegant and proud, like a queen displaying her conquered territories to a king.

"Master, as you wish." Her voice, clearly audible in the cold wind, was filled with undisguised boastfulness. "The last rat of Hydra in Siberia, along with their lair, has turned to dust that nourishes my Legion. These newborn servants will pave the way for you, clearing away all obstacles."

Lynn's gaze swept over the Undead Legion, but he didn't say anything, only nodding noncommittally.

This lukewarm reaction caused Hela's smile to falter slightly. She keenly sensed that her master's mood wasn't as cheerful as she had expected.

At that moment, another figure slowly walked out from the other side of the Meteorite Crater.

Scarlet Witch Wanda.

Her signature red leather jacket stood out starkly against the snow, and the Scarlet Chaos Energy surrounding her Oblivion the falling snowflakes.

Her face was somewhat pale, whether from the cold of the place or from some kind of unease in her heart, it was hard to tell.

"Lynn." Wanda approached, bowing slightly, her tone respectful yet tinged with a barely perceptible urgency, as if eager to prove her worth was no less than Hela's. "As per your instructions, I have completely sealed off this area with Chaos Magic and erased all traces that could be detected by satellites or magic. All resistance within the base has also been eliminated."

To amplify the impact of her report, she raised her hand, and Scarlet energy gathered in her palm, projecting dynamic Holographic Image.

The footage showed the horrific scene inside the base. Metal walls were twisted into pretzels by an invisible force, and powerful Mutants stitched-together Beast howled and disintegrated under the erosion of Chaos Energy. Everything was reduced to dust in the face of absolute power.

Her report was flawless, showcasing her achievements and efficiency to the fullest extent.

However, from Lynn's omniscient perspective, this "perfect" battle report is like a fishing net full of holes.

In the system log, the few lines of data that Wanda had deliberately erased clearly recorded that five young Mutants test subjects were enveloped by a Chaos Energy and teleported to an abandoned church hundreds of kilometers away in the final moments before the base was destroyed. Their memories were altered, and their minds were implanted with hatred for the "Phoenix" and absolute loyalty to the "Scarlet Witch".

One name Lynn was particularly familiar with— Pietro Maximoff.

Wanda's little schemes, in his eyes, were like candy hidden behind a three-year-old's back—childish and laughable.

Lynn remained silent.

He took a step and slowly walked towards the Undead Legion.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

On the silent snowfield, only the crunching sound of Lynn's footsteps could be heard. Each step was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Wanda's heart with just the right amount of force.

Hela stood to the side, a smug, gloating smile playing on her lips. Although she didn't know the specifics of what had happened, she could clearly sense the increasingly unstable Psychic Fluctuation emanating from Wanda. This woman, who had tried to steal credit through her cleverness, had clearly angered her master.

Wanda's breathing became rapid. She forced herself to remain calm, but the uncontrollable arcs of Scarlet electricity emanating from her fingertips betrayed her inner fear.

Why isn't the owner speaking?

Was he examining Hela's army? Or was he contemplating his next move?

Or perhaps... he has already...

The thought had barely formed when Wanda forcefully extinguished it. Impossible! Her methods were flawless; the concealment ability of Chaos Magic was something even the Ancient One might not be able to easily see through. No matter how powerful her master was, she couldn't possibly know everything!

Lynn stopped in front of the undead formation. He reached out and ran his hand over the charred epaulettes of an Undead Soldiers as if inspecting a work of art.

Then, he turned around, and his gaze finally fell on Wanda.

His gaze was calm and still, showing neither approval nor anger, like a bottomless, icy pool, making Wanda feel as if she had been seen through from the inside out.

She clenched her fists instinctively, Chaos Energy surging within her body—an instinctive defensive posture when facing unknown fears.

Lynn walked slowly towards her, step by step.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

Finally, he stopped in front of Wanda, so close that Wanda could see her own fearful face reflected in his dark pupils.

A cold wind whipped up the corner of his coat, gently brushing against Wanda's cheek, bringing a chilly touch.

You did a great job.

Lynn finally spoke, his voice soft, even gentle.

Wanda's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and she almost collapsed. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found her throat so dry that she couldn't utter a single syllable.

However, Lynn's next words plunged her heart, which had just settled down, into an abyss of despair.

He didn't look at her again, but turned his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the endless snowstorm, looking towards the abandoned church. In a voice so soft it was almost a whisper, only the two of them could hear, he said:

"After all, I'm glad you still remember... how unbreakable the bond between twins is."

Boom--!

It was as if a thunderbolt from the heavens had exploded deep within Wanda's soul!

The color drained from her face in an instant, turning it even paler than the snow on the ground. Her Scarlet eyes widened in a flash, filled with extreme, undisguised horror and fear.

He knows!

He knows everything!

He knew he had hidden Pietro! He knew he had altered the memory! He knew all his little tricks!

The phrase "the bond between twins" was like a red-hot branding iron, searing her heart. It wasn't just revealing the fact that she was hiding Quicksilver; it was using her most tender and untouchable sore spot to cruelly pound on her!

A bone-chilling coldness shot from her tailbone to the top of her head, leaving her back completely soaked in cold sweat despite the sub-zero temperatures.

Her prized Chaos Magic and her self-righteous lies and deceptions became the most ridiculous and pathetic jokes in the face of her master's lighthearted words.

Omniscient and omnipotent...

At that moment, Wanda truly understood the despairing weight that the word represented.

She swayed and uncontrollably took half a step back, the snow beneath her feet making a dull thud.

Lynn, however, acted as if he were merely making a casual remark. He didn't glance at her again, nor did he wait for any reaction from her, before turning directly to face Hela and her silent Undead Legion.

"Very good," he began, his voice regaining the coldness and authority befitting a tyrant, "This army will be our first armed force on the ground. Hela, I authorize you to continue expanding its size."

Hela suppressed her shock and pleasure, and immediately bowed to accept the order, "Yes, my master."

Lynn's gaze swept across the ravaged battlefield, finally settling on his fingertips.

He certainly wouldn't punish Wanda.

A hunting dog whose weakness is held by its master is far more useful than a Beast that has no scruples.

He allowed Wanda to hide Quicksilver, and even welcomed it. Because from this day forward, the fast-moving boy would no longer be just Wanda's brother.

He will be a sword hanging over Scarlet Witch's head, the most crucial piece Lynn uses to control Chaos.

But how should one make the moves in this game to maximize one's gains? A deep, calculating glint flashed in Lynn's eyes.