Establishing the Cross-Dimensional Liaison Office, Granting Official Standing

In Negative Zone, deathly silence is the only constant.

Lynn did not immediately answer Gwen Stacy's request; he simply sat on his Throne, his gaze piercing through the endless void, as if examining an extremely distant coordinate.

That request to join the fight was more like a test, a precise positioning for the new power structure.

This woman from another universe was far more astute than she appeared. She saw Wanda's downfall and the need for redress, and she also saw Stark, this newly emerging external conflict, as a stepping stone she could use to gain a foothold.

What she wanted wasn't a mission, but a title.

A title that would allow her to sit on equal footing with Hela, Wanda, and Jean beneath this Bone Throne.

Lynn's fingertips lightly traced the bone armrest, producing a faint, almost inaudible friction sound.

After a long while, he finally spoke, but his voice did not echo in the empty hall.

The establishment of a new department requires a clear definition of its functional positioning, scope of business, and boundaries of responsibility.

His words sounded very businesslike, as if he were stating a cold, hard organizational principle.

Gwen Stacy showed no emotional fluctuation in their Mind Link; she waited quietly for further developments. She knew that the fact that her superiors hadn't directly rejected the idea meant they were considering its feasibility.

"Stark Industries, and all the technological threats derived from it, definitely need a dedicated outlet for centralized management," Lynn continued. "The Technology Integration Department has the responsibility of monitoring, but lacks experience in infiltrating the complex technological environment of Earth's native soil. In this respect, you certainly have an advantage."

He paused for a moment, as if giving Gwen Stacy time to process it.

"However, newly established departments must not overlap with the functions of existing departments. Otherwise, it will only lead to unclear responsibilities and wasted resources."

This was a warning, and also a setting of rules. Lynn's words made it clear that she could manage Stark, but she couldn't overstep her bounds, and she certainly couldn't interfere with Wanda, Hela, and Jean's respective territories.

"I understand," Gwen Stacy's voice came through. "My work is solely your responsibility."

This was a clever statement. She proactively distanced herself from those three people, defining herself as a "special agent" serving only the top leader, thus avoiding horizontal factional struggles.

A subtle, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Lynn's mouth.

He enjoys dealing with intelligent people.

"Good."

Lynn uttered a single word.

As he finished speaking, a beam of light condensed in the air before him. When the light dissipated, a meticulously formatted and elegantly worded Red-Headed Document floated in mid-air.

The document's heading was a line of solemn, bold text.

Decision Regarding the Establishment of Cross-Dimensional and Special Threat Liaison Office

The document is concise and clearly defines the nature and responsibilities of the new department.

I. In order to address the growing cross -Dimension threats and high-tech risks derived from the Earth itself, it has been decided, after research, to formally establish the "Cross-Dimensional and Special Threat Liaison Office" (hereinafter referred to as the "Liaison Office").

II. Initially, the Liaison Office was primarily responsible for conducting technical reconnaissance and risk assessment of Stark Industries and its related projects, and providing early warnings of potential cross- Dimension intrusions.

III. Comrade Gwen Stacy Stacy is appointed as the head of the Liaison Office, with an administrative rank equivalent to that of the Technology Integration Department, the Asgard Stability Office, and the Mutants Management Committee.

Lynn's gaze fell on the last one.

IV. The Liaison Office is a newly established agency and will not be equipped with independent armed forces or subordinate personnel for the time being. All necessary resources and intelligence support must be applied for in the form of projects, submitted to other departments, countersigned by the relevant responsible persons, and then submitted to me for approval.

This document is a testament to the art of checks and balances.

It gave Gwen Stacy the status and recognition she wanted, allowing her to rightfully obtain her entry ticket and nominally be on equal footing with the Big Three.

However, at the same time, the fourth provision effectively restricted her actions.

A commander with no soldiers, no money, and no subordinates, no matter how high her rank, is just an empty title. She has to consider the opinions of the other three people and needs their cooperation and "signature" to do anything.

This put Gwen Stacy under everyone's scrutiny, and also turned her into a catfish thrown into a pond.

To achieve results and prove her worth, she must find ways to gain resources from Hela, Wanda, and Jean. This process will inevitably provoke the three existing factions, forcing them to remain more vigilant and face greater competitive pressure in order to consolidate their own positions.

Lynn waved his hand, and the document transformed into a Data Stream, instantly disappearing into Gwen Stacy's Mind Link.

"The appointment is effective immediately."

"Go ahead. I need to see your first report."

"Yes." Gwen Stacy's voice carried a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

She certainly understood the intricacies of that document. But she didn't care. For a paratrooper, the worst thing isn't lacking power, but lacking official status.

Once she had a legitimate identity, she was confident that she could earn a place for herself in this game.

The Mind Link was severed.

New York.

Gwen Stacy appeared on the rooftop of a Skyscraper. She took off her hood and looked down at the brightly lit city below.

The air was filled with a mixture of car exhaust, hot dog smells, and commercial perfumes, a stark contrast to the deathly silence of the Negative Zone.

Instead of rushing to Stark Tower, she closed her eyes. A special perception, beyond the reach of ordinary senses, spread out from her like a spider web.

She was looking for anomalies in the Data Stream, searching for traces left by Tony Stark's proud mind.

However, amidst the countless chaotic electronic signals, she managed to detect a faint yet incredibly familiar "ghost" signal.

That wasn't an electronic signal, but rather a biological trace left unconsciously by a highly trained agent during an operation. It was covert, sophisticated, like a snake lurking in the shadows.

Gwen Stacy's lips curled up slightly.

She was all too familiar with the source of this signal. In her universe, Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D.. used this method to monitor everyone like a ghost.

interesting.

It seems that this former Director has not completely given up as he has appeared.

Gwen Stacy's figure vanished from the rooftop in an instant, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, silently stealthily heading towards the source of the signal.

After driving through several blocks, she finally stopped outside an abandoned laundry room. The source of the signal was underground.

She didn't break down the door; instead, she quietly leaned against the shadows in the corner, like a very patient hunter.

A few minutes later, a slight sound came from the hidden door of the underground Safe House, and a One-Eyed Man wearing a black trench coat and an eye patch cautiously stepped out.

It was Nick Fury.

He seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned around to look at the shadow where Gwen Stacy was hiding.

There was no one there.

Fury frowned, pulled his hat down low, and quickly blended into the crowd at the street corner.

Not far behind him, Gwen Stacy slowly emerged from behind the wall on the other side, watching his departing figure with a playful look in her eyes.

She didn't follow immediately.

She simply raised her wrist, activated the Communicator, and left a brief message on the encrypted channel.

The message contains only one word.

TVA.