An accident report triggers a personnel adjustment: the head of the Liaison Office

A paper document lay quietly on a huge table made of piled bones.

At the bottom of the document was Gwen Stacy Stacy's signature. Her handwriting was neat and strong, like her, exuding a professionalism and efficiency that seemed out of place in this gloomy space.

This is the "Investigation Report on Class A Work Safety Accident During Interrogation" she submitted.

Gwen Stacy stood in the center of the hall, her posture upright.

She didn't look up at the figure on the Throne, but instead focused her gaze on the ground three steps in front of her. The white bone floor there was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting a blurry image.

The air was stagnant.

Since she entered the hall and presented the documents, Lynn had not uttered a single word.

This silence carries more weight than any words.

Gwen Stacy could feel the invisible gaze upon her, scrutinizing and assessing her. She knew this report was her pledge of allegiance, and also a test. How she phrased it, how she characterized it, how she assigned responsibility—every word could affect her future in this new power structure.

Finally, the figure on the Throne moved.

Lynn reached out and picked up the document.

He read slowly, turning the pages one by one, the subtle sound of his fingertips gliding across the paper particularly clear in the empty hall.

Gwen Stacy's breathing unconsciously slowed down.

She saw Lynn pick up a pen. The pen was entirely black, its material unknown, but the nib held a faint Scarlet glow.

The pen tip landed on the paper.

Instead of signing at the end of the document, sign in the margin of the main text.

He began to annotate.

"Insufficient risk assessment."

"Emergency Contingency Plan are lacking."

"The assessment of the harm caused by the Underlying Logic restrictions on the target contains serious subjective assumptions."

"Unauthorized upgrade of operating privileges violates Article 3 of the Internal Safety Regulations."

Each instruction was like a precise Scalpel, dissecting all of Jean Grey's mistakes during the interrogation. The wording was objective, calm, and devoid of any personal emotion, yet every word carried immense weight.

Gwen Stacy's heart tightened with each stroke of the pen on the paper.

Her report presented the facts as objectively as possible. But Lynn's annotations went beyond the facts, offering a higher level of qualitative analysis.

This is not about holding any one person accountable, but about establishing a set of rules.

Finally, Lynn put down her pen.

He closed the file, tossed it aside, and his gaze fell on Gwen Stacy.

Gwen Stacy.

"Sir," Gwen Stacy responded.

"This report is fairly well-written," Lynn commented casually. "The facts are clear, and the process is straightforward, but it only scratches the surface."

Gwen Stacy lowered her head even further.

Please give me your instructions.

"A proper incident report isn't about assigning blame, but about making improvements." Lynn's voice echoed in the hall. "This incident has exposed serious problems. It shows that the Mutants Management Committee has issues of complacency, lax work style, and disregard for Discipline when independently carrying out high-risk missions."

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

"This trend must be corrected."

Lynn leaned forward slightly, interlacing his fingers and resting them on the table.

"I have decided to use this incident as an opportunity to launch a comprehensive internal overhaul of work style."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of space, landing on every corner of the Negative Zone.

"Effective immediately, some of the Mutants Management Committee's independent law enforcement powers are temporarily suspended, and its independent authority to handle targets classified as Class A or higher is revoked. Relevant units and personnel are to remain on standby for a one-month period of internal training and rectification."

Gwen Stacy's heart skipped a beat.

She understood instantly.

This is not a minor adjustment; it is a precise reduction of power.

"So, during the rectification period, what about the relevant business of the Management Committee..." Gwen Stacy carefully chose her words, asking the most crucial question.

"Work cannot stop." Lynn's answer was without the slightest hesitation. "During the rectification period, all work involving cross-departmental coordination, external liaison, and preliminary identification of high-risk targets will be uniformly managed by the Liaison Office."

To manage on behalf of someone else.

These two words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Gwen Stacy's mind.

She looked up abruptly at Lynn on the Throne, her eyes filled with undisguised shock.

The Mutants Management Committee, established by Jean Grey, is one of the three core departments, controlling a vast Mutants network and Psychic Power. Now, its core external authority has been casually transferred by the top leader to his newly established and unstable Liaison Office with a single notice.

"You're responsible for drafting a detailed plan for the handover and temporary management of responsibilities. Put it on my desk tomorrow morning." Lynn's tone left no room for argument.

"... Yes." Gwen Stacy took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and replied in a deep voice.

She knew that from this moment on, she and her Liaison Office were no longer dispensable decorations. She had been thrust into the center of the poker table.

The Core Zone of Chaos Furnace.

Scarlet energy, like a steady tide, flowed through Wanda's fingertips.

She was carrying out Lynn's orders to perform a slicing analysis on the body of the TVA prisoner.

Suddenly, an encrypted internal document was projected directly into the void in front of her.

"Notice on Conducting a Special Rectification of the Work Style of the Mutants Management Committee".

Wanda stopped moving.

She quickly scanned the document, and when she saw the lines "temporarily suspended from some of its independent law enforcement powers" and "to be managed by the Liaison Office," her pupils suddenly contracted.

Not far from her, Hela, who had also received the notification, put down the Night Sky Blade she was wiping, a playful smirk playing on her lips.

Wanda did not laugh.

Her hands clenched unconsciously.

She understood the deeper meaning behind the notice better Hela.

This is not simply a punishment for Qin.

This is a reshaping of power.

Taking advantage of Qin's mistake, the leader ruthlessly shattered the original three-way balance of power, and then threw the most lucrative piece of the pie to the newcomer, the seemingly most harmless Gwen Stacy.

A strong sense of crisis instantly gripped Wanda's heart.

She thought that by submitting intelligence on Stark Industries, she could regain their trust. But now it seems that it's far from enough.

In this Force Field, falling behind even once can lead to falling behind at every step.

Wanda's gaze returned to the cold corpse before her, and to the preliminary analysis data about the "Time Paradox Restriction" floating beside it.

Lynn's order was, "Don't try to crack it, just follow the structure."

This is a safety line.

But now, Wanda feels that simply adhering to the safe lines is no longer enough for her to stand out.

She needs a more outstanding achievement. A unique achievement that will refocus Lynn's attention on her.

Her gaze gradually became firm and obsessive.

Wanda slowly extended her hand, Scarlet Chaos Magic surged once more. But this time, it was no longer a cautious structural analysis.

She bypassed all security protocols and brazenly thrust the tentacles of Chaos Magic into the very bottom of that barrier.

What she wanted was more than just structure.

She's going to crack it.