Investigation at the Bifrost Ruins, the Goddess of Death's Physical Evidence

The glaring red dot on the home screen resembled an unhealed scar.

Hela stood motionless.

Inside the Bridge, apart from the barely audible hum of the life support systems, there was no other noise. Her undead lieutenants stood like silent statues at their respective battle stations, awaiting orders.

"Coordinates locked."

Hela's voice broke the deathly silence.

"Designate this area as a Level 1 exploration zone. You will lead the team to seal off all surrounding spatial nodes. Any unauthorized approach will be dealt with according to the highest threat regulations."

She gave orders to her adjutant behind her, but her eyes never left the screen.

"Yes, Director."

The adjutant bowed and accepted the order, then led a squad of Undead Guards, disappearing silently into the dim light of the teleportation array.

Hela was the only one left on the Bridge.

She raised her hand, and a dark green helmet appeared out of thin air, slowly closing to cover her expressionless face.

The next second, her figure disappeared from the Bridge.

The ruins of Asgard are characterized by absolute silence.

The enormous golden wreckage, like the bones of an ancient Beast, lay scattered in the boundless darkness. The once radiant Bifrost was now nothing but countless shards of glass, reflecting the cold light of distant stars.

Hela's figure appeared in the center of the ruins.

It's exactly where the red dot is marked on the main control screen.

Her military boots trod on the shattered crystal bridge without making a sound. This was the epicenter of that explosion. All physical traces had long since Oblivion by the erosion of time.

There were no remains.

Fragments of no War Armor.

There wasn't even a trace of his presence.

It's so clean here, it's like a dream that never happened.

Hela stood quietly, as if waiting for something.

Time loses its meaning here.

After a long while, she slowly closed her eyes.

The power of death, like an invisible tide, spread from her. But this power was not meant to summon the dead, nor to destroy. It was like the most precise Probe, silently sinking into the depths of this space.

She is reading.

Read the grand "death" that this space commemorates.

Every life that has ever existed leaves an indelible mark on the Underlying Logic of the universe upon its passing. It is a final resonance of the soul returning to annihilation, an absolute end that no force can forge.

She sensed it.

That familiar wave of death that had once shattered her heart and soul.

Magnificent, tragic, and resolute.

Like a star collapsing at its most brilliant moment, sacrificing all its light and heat to this Ending.

Everything was exactly as she remembered.

but.

Hela's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly beneath her helmet.

This "death" was too perfect.

It was as perfect as a play that had been rehearsed a thousand times according to the script. Every emotional moment, every burst of energy, was precisely timed to the point that would move people the most.

But it... is empty.

Beneath the magnificent shell of this splendid death, there is none of the heaviness and resentment of a true soul facing its Ending. It only has the form of "death," but no core of "death."

It's a scam.

A meticulously planned, grand scam, performed solely for her.

Beneath the helmet, Hela's lips curled into a cold smile.

She no longer tried to access those false memories.

The power of death suddenly changed its form.

It was no longer an invisible perception, but transformed into an unseen hand, forcefully grasping the threads of law at the very bottom of this space.

She is retrieving it.

It's not about extracting memories, it's not about extracting images.

What she wanted to collect was the most fundamental "physical evidence" that constituted this scam.

Hela slowly raised her right hand, and in the void before her, her five fingers slowly closed, as if grasping something.

The space groaned under the strain.

Countless tiny, invisible cracks spread out from the center of her palm.

When she opened her palm again.

A wisp of extremely fine, almost transparent energy floated quietly in her palm.

It neither emits light nor generates heat.

It simply exists, exhibiting an absolute purity that does not belong to this universe. Its compositional logic is completely different from Chaos Magic, and also completely different from the Phoenix Force, and is not any known physical or energy form.

This is the residue from the system simulation.

He was the only thing in that "dying for her" performance that could not be understood or assimilated by the laws of the universe.

It's irrefutable evidence.

Hela stared at the wisp of energy in her palm, and a ghostly green flame ignited in her eyes beneath her helmet.

So, he didn't die for her.

He just... lied to her.

The grief and longing that had kept her tossing and turning countless nights instantly transformed into extreme anger at being fooled.

A cold, possessive rage.

She closed her palm, and the wisp of energy disappeared.

Hela turned and returned to the Nibelung.

On the Bridge, she removed her helmet and calmly sat back in the commander's seat.

"Director."

The adjutant appeared before her, bowing and reporting, "The outer perimeter is secured; no unusual targets have been detected."

"Very good."

Hela's tone was completely indifferent.

She brought up an interface and issued a series of commands.

"Retrieve the 'S-01' special energy sample encapsulator."

"Activate the highest-level encrypted channel for the Management Committee Director."

"Draft an official letter."

She paused for a moment, as if considering her words.

Subject: Progress report on the classified field mission 'A-74'.

"Main Text: During the mission, an unknown high-risk technology sample was discovered and extracted at the target coordinates. The sample's energy composition is unclear, its logic is ambiguous, and it possesses extremely high research value and potential risks. The sample is now being transmitted to the Management Committee headquarters."

Her fingers typed the last line on the Virtual Keyboard, each word carrying undeniable weight.

Attachment: Sample Receipt and Opening Agreement.

"The agreement stipulates that, to ensure the absolute security of the Command Center, the handover, unsealing, and inspection of this sample must be personally completed by Comrade Lynn, Director the Negative Zone Management Committee. Any form of proxy signing, transfer, or authorized opening is considered a violation."

The official letter has been drafted.

A hexagonal enclosure, shimmering with an eerie light, slowly rose from beneath the control panel. Hela stretched out his fingers and precisely channeled the residual energy extracted from the ruins into it.

The encapsulator closed with a soft click.

"Send."

Hela looked at the "sent successfully" confirmation on the screen and slowly leaned back in her chair.

She wanted to see what kind of expression he would have when he received this "lie" that he had created himself.