The Captain's Lingering Subconscious, Kang the Conqueror's Multiversal Wanted Order

That Psychic Fluctuation was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

It floated up to Lynn and, without seeking permission, went straight into his brow.

The main hall was deathly silent.

Hela, Wanda, and Gwen Stacy's gazes were all fixed on Jean Grey, who was kneeling on one knee and completely unconscious.

This was an extremely serious accident.

During the interrogation, the presiding officer, due to improper operation, was severely damaged by the target's own countermeasures, resulting in irreparable losses. Not only was the prisoner brain dead, but the interrogator was also on the verge of becoming unusable.

Hela slowly lowered her arms, which had been crossed over her chest. The cold smile on her face had vanished, replaced by a solemn expression.

Wanda subconsciously took half a step forward, seemingly wanting to help the harp, but after glancing in the direction of the Throne, she abruptly stopped.

Gwen Stacy's gaze shifted back and forth between the unconscious Jean and the cold, lifeless body of the prisoner, as if she were quickly reviewing the entire sequence of events and assessing the risks at each stage.

No one spoke.

Everyone's actions depend on the attitude of the person on the Throne.

Lynn didn't move.

His fingers remained supporting his chin, his posture unchanged.

That Psychic Fluctuation was less like intelligence and more like a pile of shattered glass, chaotic and sharp, filled with Qin's last emotions before she fell unconscious—fear and resentment.

Lynn's consciousness sank into it.

Instead of piecing together the fragmented images, he went straight to the source of this fear.

He saw it.

Against a backdrop of bizarre and chaotic Chaos composed of Time Paradox, he glimpsed the deepest part of the Time Guard Captain's ocean of memories.

It wasn't a safe for storing secrets, but a shrine.

The shrine does not enshrine those three ethereal, aloof Time-Keepers.

The deepest fear in the captain of the guard's Subconscious did not come from his superiors or his beliefs.

It was a more primal, purer kind of trembling, like the instinctive fear of a herbivore facing a predator.

The screen flickers.

Lynn saw a Fleet so vast it defied quantification, silently hovering outside countless cosmic bubbles, each warship bearing the same Ring Insignia on its bow.

He saw a blurry face sitting on a floating Throne, overlooking all the Timeline, like a farmer surveying his fields.

The captain of the guard had no specific information about this face, only a code name.

A code name that, every time he touches upon it in his Subconscious, causes a violent tremor throughout his entire Psychic Network.

"Kang the Conqueror."

There was not a ripple in the depths of Lynn's eyes.

He continued to probe downwards.

In this sea of fear, he found the core message that Qin had desperately tried to convey.

That was a document.

An order personally signed by the supreme commander of that massive Fleet.

The file title is very simple.

"Multiversal Wanted Order for the elimination of the Time Variant ' Lynn '".

The content of the arrest warrant is simpler.

TVA and all its subordinate Timeline forces are authorized to use the highest level of force within their authority to completely eliminate a target once its existence is detected, regardless of procedures or costs.

From an existential perspective.

Lynn's consciousness withdrew from that mental ruin.

The whole process takes only a second or two.

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the three people in the prince's court, finally settling on the unconscious Qin.

Hela.

His voice remained calm.

"Exist."

Hela immediately responded and took a step forward.

"The Stability Maintenance Office's medical resources were used on her."

Lynn gave the order calmly.

Hela paused for a moment.

The medical sequence of the Stability Maintenance Office is the highest-level life-sustaining technology she extracted from the Asgardians and Necromancy, specifically designed to repair those dying, valuable undead units. Using it on a living person, especially a host of the Phoenix Force, is somewhat... against the rules.

But she didn't ask why; she simply bowed her head and accepted the order.

"Yes."

With a wave of her hand, two Undead Physician clad in jet-black armor silently emerged from the shadows, lifted the unconscious harp, and vanished through the side door of the main hall.

Lynn's gaze shifted to Wanda.

Wanda's heart skipped a beat.

"Technology Integration Department," Lynn's voice came through. "Conduct a cross-section analysis of that corpse. I need a report on the underlying structure of the ' Time Paradox Restriction.' Don't try to crack it, just the structure."

"Clear."

Wanda didn't dare say anything more and nodded immediately. She knew that Lynn was using this method to remind her not to repeat Qin's mistake.

Gwen Stacy.

"Gentlemen."

Gwen Stacy stood ramrod straight.

"The Liaison Office drafted an incident report, detailing the entire interrogation process, classifying it as a ' Class A Work Safety Accident,' and assessing the asset losses and combat capability reductions suffered by the Mutants Management Committee as a result of this incident. The report was delivered directly to my desk."

Class A work safety liability accident.

Gwen Stacy's heart skipped a beat.

This characterization is very serious. It means that even if Jean Grey is rescued, she will face extremely severe internal accountability. The resources, authority, and even the person in charge of the Mutants Management Committee may be reassessed because of this incident.

This is both a warning and an opportunity.

Lynn's failure with the violin drew a clear red line for the newly established Liaison Office's operations.

"I'll take care of it right away."

Gwen Stacy accepted the order and quickly turned to leave.

Soon, only Lynn remained in the main hall.

He leaned back on the Throne, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the armrest, producing a very rhythmic soft sound.

TVA.

Time-Keepers.

Kang the Conqueror.

A network constructed from power and violence at different levels is slowly emerging. TVA is merely the worker ant on this web, responsible for cleaning up the debris. Kang, on the other hand, is the spider sitting in the center of the web.

Now, the spider itself has issued a warrant for his arrest.

Things are getting interesting.

A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of Lynn's mouth, as if he were watching a play that had just begun.

Sense of crisis?

Perhaps a little.

But more than anything, it was a kind of excitement at finally finding a worthy opponent...

He stopped tapping.

The vast palace of bones was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

He slowly reached out his hand, and on his desk—a huge desk made of countless bones—an encrypted communication line was conjured out of thin air.

At the other end of the line is a Top Secret frequency band that has long been abandoned and existed in analog signals Cold War.

Lynn's finger lightly touched the air.

The communication was connected.

"It's me."

His voice, transmitted via Data Stream, reached a location that could not be traced.

On the other end of the phone, there was a faint static sound, and a slightly aged and tired voice, yet still maintaining absolute vigilance.

"... I'm listening."

Nick Fury's voice came from the other end of the line.