The Illuminati's Ultimate Special Agent, the Scarlet of Another Timeline

The conference room was quiet.

This silence was unlike the solemnity before a meeting; it was the deathly stillness after something had been utterly shattered.

Professor Xavier Charles Xavier leaned back in his wheelchair, his eyes closed, his face an unnatural pale. Fine beads of sweat seeped from his smooth forehead and slid down his temples. His hands gripped the armrests tightly, his knuckles white from the strain, and his whole body was still trembling almost imperceptibly.

A few minutes earlier, the silent trial Ending in a shameful way that he had never imagined.

No one spoke.

Captain Marvel Maria Rambo, stood with her arms crossed and her brow furrowed. Captain Carter's gaze shifted back and forth between Charles and the Control Console. Black Bolt stood silently, but that silence itself was a heavy pressure.

"It seems that conventional methods are no longer effective against him."

Reed Richards ' voice broke the silence. He stood up from his seat, his tone calm and devoid of any emotion, as if he were reading a report of an experiment's failure.

He walked to the center of the huge circular conference table, where the Illuminati's Control Console was located.

All eyes followed his every move.

Reed's finger swiped across the sleek control panel, bringing up a heavily encrypted interface. He entered a long, complex authorization code; with each character entered, a security authentication icon lit up on the interface.

Finally, a separate file with a dark red border was retrieved from the deepest level of the database.

The cover of the file contained only one word.

"Wanda".

Captain Carter's brow furrowed even deeper.

"Reed, are you sure you want to go this far?"

Reed didn't turn around; he just stared at the name on the screen.

"Peggy, we've tried every respectable method." His voice held a metallic edge. "We sent envoys, but they used regulations to turn our people into prisoners. Charles tried to resolve the issue on a psychological level, but it backfired."

He paused, then extended his finger and gently tapped the file on the screen.

"We are facing an opponent who doesn't play by the rules, yet manipulates them completely. Under his command are a group of individuals at the highest risk level in our records."

"Neither law, force, Mind Stone can touch him."

Reed finally turned around and looked around at each of his colleagues.

"In that case, we'll have no choice but to resort to methods we're unwilling to use."

His gaze finally settled on Charles.

"Use our own 'trump card' to counter his 'trump card'."

A Holographic Projection unfolded above the conference table, displaying a meticulously worded, coldly formatted instruction document. The document's title was "Instruction Regarding the Activation of the Top Executive Officer to Execute the Supreme Cross- Dimension Supreme Judgment."

"I will sign the Illuminati's highest directive." Reed's voice echoed in the empty conference hall, leaving no room for argument, "Dispatch our top Executive Officer to cross Dimension into the Negative Zone."

He reached out and placed his hand on the biometric scanning area of Control Console.

"Use magic to defeat magic."

A red light shone from the scanning area and slowly swept across his palm.

"Identity confirmed: Chairman of the Illuminati, Mister Fantastic Reed Richards."

"Instruction authorization has been approved."

"The highest directive has been issued."

The mechanical, synthesized voice brought the brief meeting to a close.

At the same time, in Earth-838, there is an independent space where the coordinates are completely hidden.

This place is pure white.

The walls, floors, and ceilings are all made of a special material that absorbs all chaotic energy. There are no windows, no doors, only evenly distributed, soft light sources that are almost imperceptible.

In the center of the pure white space, a woman dressed in the same white uniform sat quietly cross-legged.

Her eyes were closed, her long hair was loose, and her face was delicate, but she had no expression, like a wax figure without a soul.

Suddenly, a faint red light appeared on the white wall in the corner of the room.

A calm, emotionless electronic voice echoed in the space.

"Top-tier Executive Officer, codename ' Scarlet,' activated."

"Task Command: Highest Priority."

"Mission Objective: Travel across Dimension to the jurisdiction of the ' Negative Zone ' Management Committee and execute the Final Judgment against target ' Lynn ' and all his High-Risk Variant."

"Task details have been loaded."

The woman, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened her eyes.

Those were empty, unfocused eyes. But deep within them, a Scarlet light was being ignited little by little, following the instructions of the electronic voice.

She stood up, her white uniform billowing even without wind.

A violent, Scarlet energy, filled with the aura of destruction and Chaos, erupted from her body without warning, only to be perfectly absorbed and suppressed by the pure white space, without leaking out in the slightest.

Before her, the void was torn open by an invisible force.

On the other side of the rift lies a coordinate system in another Dimension.

She walked inside, expressionless.

Negative Zone, the White Bone Hall.

A Technician from the Technology Integration Department practically tumbled into Lynn's office.

"Director!" His voice trembled with terror, "No... it's terrible!"

Lynn had just put down the documents she had finished reviewing when she heard the sound and looked up.

Explain yourself.

"C-9 Quadrant!" The Technician pointed to the data terminal on his wrist, the alarm now a glaring blood red. "An abnormally high-energy reaction detected! Energy signature... exactly matches Minister Wanda's Chaos Magic!"

Before he finished speaking, Wanda had already projected a real-time Star Map onto the main screen in Lynn's office.

On the edge of the Negative Zone Jurisdiction, a massive, Scarlet energy source is forcibly tearing apart the spatial barrier, like a red-hot iron scalding through a thin sheet of paper.

Its energy fluctuations are violent and chaotic, filled with an undisguised desire for destruction.

Wanda's image appeared in the communication window on the screen.

She stood in the monitoring center of the Department of Technology, looking at the energy fluctuations on the main screen that were of the same origin as her but completely different. Her face, which always carried a hint of neurotic gentleness, was expressionless at this moment.

Only those Scarlet eyes were gradually being filled with a cold, thick, and unyielding killing intent.