The illicit triggering of the judgment protocol, the pathology of variant resonance

The Isolation and Review Zone was completely white.

There are no ups, downs, lefts, or rights here, no reference points; it is a conceptual space stripped of all physical attributes. Wanda-838, codenamed "Scarlet," floats quietly in the center of this pure white space, like an abandoned work of art.

On the main screen in Lynn's office, the Data Stream smoothly, like a straight line.

However, the straight line broke without warning.

Immediately afterwards, a glaring red spike shot vertically upwards, instantly piercing through the upper limit threshold of the screen.

"Alarm! Alarm!"

"A rapid increase in energy pressure has been detected inside the isolation zone. The target entity is forcibly triggering an unknown bottom-line procedure!"

"Warning, self-destruct countdown has begun! Irreversible chain reaction collapse is expected in the quarantine zone in thirty seconds!"

The piercing electronic sound shattered the tranquility of the White Bone Hall. The Technician, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, turned pale again, his hands frantically manipulating the control panel, trying to stabilize the collapsing data model, but to no avail.

This is the Illuminati's last resort.

Since I can't complete the instructions, I'll turn myself into a bomb that can overturn the chessboard.

Lynn's fingertips hovered in mid-air, not touching the cup of tea that had gone cold.

He stared at the Scarlet figure on the screen, enveloped in raging energy. She resembled a Nova about to explode, poised to drag herself and the entire Negative Zone C-9 Quadrant into Oblivion.

This is the most direct way to flip the table.

Lynn's Communicator lit up.

"Director," Hela's voice was as cold as ice, "the Stability Maintenance Office requests the exercise of final disposal authority to banish the isolation zone along with the target entity to the depths of the void before the collapse occurs."

This is the safest way to stop the loss. It's a tough decision: sacrifice one quadrant to preserve the foundation of the entire Management Committee.

Lynn's gaze, however, fell on a line of inconspicuous small print at the bottom of the screen.

"Target's Psychic Fluctuation are zero."

A person about to self-destruct exhibits no fear, anger, or resolve on a psychological level. She is simply following a program.

A cold, emotionless program.

Lynn shut down his communications with the Stability Maintenance Office.

He stood up and walked towards the interior corridor of the office.

"Director!" the Technician cried out in alarm.

Lynn didn't turn around, but spoke calmly.

"Activate the special clause concerning 'active intervention of high-value samples' in Annex VII of the 'Transdimensional Biological Quarantine and Emergency Evacuation Contingency Plan '."

"I'll go in myself."

The Technician was stunned. He had seen the Contingency Plan; the so-called "active intervention" referred to close contact by the highest-ranking person in charge when the sample was near death, in order to determine whether it had any value for rescue.

But that's on the premise that the sample is harmless.

Right now, there's a bomb inside that could explode at any moment.

"But Director, the procedures..."

"Execute the command."

Lynn's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable weight.

The passageways leading to the quarantine area opened one after another, and the cold, mechanical prompts echoed in the empty corridors.

"Identity confirmed, Management Committee Director, Lynn."

"Entering C-9 Quadrant, the Fully Sealed Quarantine and Review Zone."

Warning: Ultra-high energy level Chaos reaction exists in the region. Risk level: Highest.

Lynn took a silver metal ring from the equipment box at his waist and fastened it to his wrist.

System Item: [Emotion Shield].

He turned the power up to maximum. An invisible Force Field enveloped his entire body.

The door to the quarantine area slowly opened in front of him.

In the pure white world, the Scarlet eye of the storm was not far away. The violent energy tore through space, emitting a silent shriek.

Lynn walked towards her step by step.

His steps were steady, as if he were strolling in his own office.

As the distance closed, the [Emotion Shield] began to emit a slight hum, and the ring on his wrist became slightly warm. The Chaos Energy, capable of Oblivion everything, was distorted and repelled by an invisible Force Field when it came within a meter of his body.

He walked up to her.

Through the energy storm, he could see her face, exactly like Wanda's —beautiful, yet eerily empty.

Lynn reached out and gently touched the heart of the storm through the thin, shielded safety zone.

The fingertip touched Wanda-838's forehead.

At the very moment of contact.

Time seemed to stand still.

An indescribable torrent of data surged into Lynn's Mental World from his fingertips.

The ruins of Sokovia, Ultron's cold laser beams, Quicksilver's desperate gaze, and... the figure who shielded her from everything with his back.

Piercing the heart with a thousand bullets.

The warmth of her dying breath in another's arms.

These fragments of memory, deeply imprinted on Wanda's soul by the simulator, at this moment, through the resonance of the isomorph, transcended the barriers of Dimension and fiercely poured into 83d8 Wanda's blank brain occupied by brainwashing code.

"Boom--"

In Wanda-838's mind, it was as if billions of stars were exploding simultaneously.

The cold, iron-like "Final Judgment" underlying program implanted by the Illuminati clashed most violently with that sudden, intensely burning, and profound emotion.

Two completely different Underlying Logic are vying for ultimate control over this body.

"Sizzle..."

A series of glaringly garbled data characters erupted from the surface of Wanda-838's body.

She suddenly raised her head.

Those empty, unfocused eyes were trembling violently.

The cold blue code and the fiery Scarlet memories clashed, Oblivion, and reassembled in her eyes.

Finally, all the struggle and chaos subsided into an extreme, distorted peace.

The Blue Data Stream she had seen had completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a thick, unyielding Scarlet. It was no longer pure energy, but a mixture of the ecstasy of something lost and found, the resentment of being abandoned, and... a morbid possessiveness that wanted to completely devour and merge the person before it.

"Found you...

A hoarse voice, as if she hadn't spoken for centuries, escaped from her lips.

The self-destructive energy storm surrounding her subsided instantly.

It didn't dissipate; rather, she used an even more terrifying control to completely retract it into her body.

The next second, she lunged forward and hugged Lynn tightly with all her might.

The body was cold, yet trembling with burning heat.

She buried her face deep in his chest, greedily inhaling his breath, like a drowning person grasping at the only piece of driftwood.

Lynn stood still, without moving.

The [Emotion Shield] had stopped working due to overload, and the metal ring on my wrist was covered in cracks.

He could clearly feel the power within the woman in his arms, a power that had stabilized but was now a thousand times more dangerous than before.

And it was at this moment.

"Boom!!!"

A loud bang.

The heavy alloy door of the Isolation and Review Zone, which was said to be able to withstand attacks of the Skyfather-level, was blasted open from the outside by an overwhelming force, leaving a huge gap.

A violent Scarlet Energy, carrying a chilling killing intent, swept in.

The smoke and dust at the entrance dissipated.

Main Universe Wanda, the Technology Minister of the Negative Zone Management Committee, was standing there quietly.

Her gaze passed over the messy doorframe and coldly fell on Lynn, who was being held tightly by her other self.