A tiny deviation in the underlying logic, the Technology Minister's attempt to bypass the chain of command

Technology Integration Department, Laboratory Zero.

The intense white light illuminated everything, leaving no shadows.

Wanda stood alone in front of the enormous holographic data waterfall.

The investigation report on the Abandoned Dimension has undergone all compliance review procedures.

The data model is perfect.

A closed-loop logical chain.

The on-site investigation report from the Stability Maintenance Office, the cross-verification data from the Department of Technology, and the procedural review opinions from the Liaison Office —three documents floated side by side in the air, all pointing to an irrefutable conclusion.

This is a natural phenomenon.

Wanda reached out, Scarlet Energy at her fingertips, like a living thing, gently probed into the massive Data Stream.

She didn't initiate any aggressive programs; she was just feeling.

The essence of Chaos Magic is to reconstruct reality. Its definition of "real" and "false" is more sensitive than any sophisticated instrument.

The Data Stream through her fingertips, cold, smooth, and without the slightest obstruction.

Like a finely crafted wax figure, every pore is clearly visible, but it has no warmth.

Wanda closed her eyes.

She felt that energy in the ruins of Sokovia.

Chaos, despair, and... a burning heat that could consume the soul.

That burning passion came from the resolute act of a living person shielding her with their back and flesh.

That weight was real.

The data on this "emotional dumping ground" is quite light.

Light as a feather, a meticulously crafted, weightless feather.

Technically, she couldn't find any flaws.

At the meeting, she also expressed her approval of the report.

Because that's politics.

But this isn't a meeting room.

This is her laboratory.

Wanda withdrew her hand, and the Scarlet energy receded into her palm.

She turned and left Laboratory Zero.

The corridor was empty except for the sound of her own footsteps echoing on the polished floor.

She did not go to the Liaison Office to find Gwen Stacy, nor did she follow the rules and regulations to submit her "technical intuition" as supplementary advice to the Executive Deputy Team Leader of the Task Force.

That's meaningless.

Gwen Stacy deals with procedures and rules.

Her question at this moment transcends the rules.

She walked straight towards the White Bone Hall.

The White Bone Hall, the Director's Office.

Lynn is reviewing an analysis report submitted by Ravonna regarding the organizational structure of TVA's internal Discipline Inspection Commission.

There was a knock on the office door.

A sound.

It's very light.

Before Lynn could respond, the door was pushed open from the outside.

It's Wanda.

She wasn't wearing the white uniform from the Ministry of Department of Technology, but rather a regular red leather jacket.

Lynn looked up from the report and placed his gaze on her, without saying a word.

The office door closed silently behind her.

"Director."

Wanda walked to the desk and stopped.

"I have some additional thoughts regarding the final report on Dimension D-78."

Her opening remarks were in perfect accordance with the work report format of a department head.

Lynn put down the report in his hand, leaned back slightly, looked at her, and gestured for her to continue.

"During the final compliance review of the data before final archiving, I discovered a minor logical discrepancy."

"Explain."

"The report defines this high-energy aggregate as a 'natural sedimentation zone for emotional garbage in the Multiverse,'" Wanda's voice was steady. "This definition means it's a passive receiver. It should only collect and sediment, without producing any directionality."

Lynn listened quietly.

"But it responded to the Living Tribunal's ' Assistance Investigation Notice '."

"The energy characteristics in the report acted like a key, precisely unlocking the lock. From countless chaotic emotional spectra, it filtered out the few that perfectly matched."

"A landfill shouldn't be this 'intelligent'."

Wanda's analysis is clear and logical, and is entirely a technical discussion.

"That's certainly a noteworthy detail." Lynn nodded. "What's your conclusion?"

"My conclusion is," Wanda took a step forward, leaned slightly forward, and placed her hands on the edge of Lynn's large desk.

This action instantly brought her and Lynn closer together to a highly aggressive and oppressive distance.

She was no longer a subordinate reporting to her.

"This report is a forgery."

She looked directly into Lynn's eyes and spoke, word by word.

The air in the office seemed to freeze at that moment.

Lynn's expression didn't change at all; he didn't even adjust his posture.

"Minister Wanda," he began, his tone as calm as if discussing the weather, "This is a very serious accusation."

"Forging an official document submitted to the Living Tribunal, you know what that means."

"I know," Wanda said. "I just don't understand why they would forge it?"

Is it to cover something up?

Her gaze, like two sharp Scalpel, attempted to dissect Lynn's calm facade and reach her inner self.

"The locations where those energy bursts occurred: Sokovia, the New York Clock Tower, Asgard..."

You must have been to all of them, right?

You must have seen a lot.

Her voice was very low, carrying a strange ambiguity and danger that only the two of them could understand.

"The mark left by a soul that truly died protecting someone carries weight."

"That weight is enough to tear apart space and time, enough to make Chaos tremble."

"And it wasn't in that report."

Wanda leaned forward a little more, her Scarlet pupils reflecting Lynn's expressionless face.

"Director, can you tell me?"

Where exactly is that real 'weight'?