A Confession That Went with the Flow, the Cross-Dimension Coordination Office's Power

B-15.

The name, uttered from Ravonna's chapped lips, vanished into the pure white walls of the isolation room, as if it had never existed.

Lynn's expression remained unchanged.

He simply looked at Ravonna quietly, as if examining a newly submitted report awaiting evaluation.

This name solved the last mystery in his mind. The Minutemen Legion, TVA's toughest Hawk Faction, the embodiment of Discipline. They could not tolerate any stain that might shake TVA's absolute authority, even if that stain came from the top. And Ravonna and the video she secretly kept were that stain.

Therefore, she had to die. And she had to die legitimately, without leaving a trace.

Dying in Negative Zone is undoubtedly the best option.

"Very good." Lynn spoke, his voice so flat it betrayed no emotion. "A complete Incident Report requires a clearly identified person responsible."

Ravonna's body stiffened for a moment, and a flicker of emotion finally appeared in her empty eyes.

"Director Lynn..."

"You have two choices now," Lynn interrupted her, holding up a finger. "First, I'll hand you and this video over to TVA's Discipline Inspection Commission. They'll thank me for the evidence, and then you, B-15, and everyone who knew about it will be completely 'optimized' off the Timeline. TVA's dignity will be preserved, and you'll become a non-existent footnote."

He paused, then held up his second finger.

"Second, you write a report."

Ravonna looked at him, her breath unconsciously held.

"A Confession Report." Lynn's tone was devoid of emotion, as if reciting a work procedure. "In this report, you, Ravonna Renslayer, TVA's special consultant stationed in the Negative Zone, eager to prove yourself in your new position and demonstrate your worth, abused your Personal Authorization without authorization from TVA's senior management or sufficient communication with the Negative Zone Management Committee, and illegally probed into the Negative Zone's historical files and core departments."

Lynn looked into her eyes and said, word by word, "Your actions were a serious work error caused by your own greed and recklessness, which has severely damaged the cooperative relationship between TVA and the Negative Zone Management Committee. However, your initial intention was to safeguard the Sacred Timeline. Your merits and demerits offset each other, and your actions are understandable."

In the isolation room, it was so quiet you could hear each other's heartbeats.

Ravonna's brain was working at lightning speed.

She instantly understood the brilliance of this "confession." It downplayed a political earthquake that could have shaken up TVA's top management as a personal misconduct by a junior consultant. It avoided all the crucial issues, placing all the blame on her alone, while leaving her an excuse of "good motives."

Once this report is submitted, the B-15 will be safe, the TVA leadership will save face, and Proctor's Fleet will lose its legal basis for continuing to exert pressure.

And she, Ravonna, went from being a pawn destined to die, possessing a deadly secret, to a cadre who could be treated leniently for making a mistake.

"I..." Ravonna's voice was hoarse.

"I won't hand you over to TVA for legal action." Lynn seemed to see through her concerns and threw out her last bargaining chip, "I will submit a Memorandum of Understanding to TVA's senior management in my capacity as the Director the Negative Zone Management Committee."

"In the memorandum, I will acknowledge your positive work attitude and express my understanding of your 'mistake.' At the same time, given your familiarity with the cooperation agreement, I recommend retaining your position as 'special consultant' to atone for your mistake and take charge of the subsequent coordination office's establishment."

Ravonna was completely stunned.

This is no longer simply about sparing her life.

This was a small shelter erected for her in the face of the colossal mountain that TVA was about to crush her. And the one who erected this shelter was none other than the enemy she had recently tried to kill.

She will no longer be the Judge of TVA, but a pawn planted in TVA by the Negative Zone. A living pawn with an identity and access to core information.

Her loyalty will shift from being dedicated to the ethereal "Sacred Timeline" to being dedicated to the man before her.

There could be no more perfect political exchange.

Looking into Lynn's unfathomable eyes, Ravonna suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. This man's mastery of the system and his manipulation of people's hearts had reached a terrifying level. Without shedding a drop of blood, he had transformed an enemy holding an ace into his most loyal subordinate.

"I need a pen and a Data Pad," Ravonna finally said after a long silence.

She made her choice.

Lynn didn't speak, but simply tapped the table lightly. A wall slid open silently, revealing a recess where a brand-new Data Pad and a stylus lay quietly.

Ravonna picked up the pen, the cold touch invigorating her.

She is no longer the high and mighty Judge, nor the pawn waiting to be eliminated. From the moment she puts pen to paper, she is a special consultant for the Negative Zone Cross-Dimension Coordination Office.

That's all.

Watching Ravonna begin writing furiously on the Data Pad, Lynn stood up, turned, and walked towards the door.

He needs this "confession" to defuse the border crisis.

The door to the isolation room slid open slowly, letting in the light from the corridor outside.

"Director," Ravonna's voice came from behind.

Lynn stopped walking, but didn't turn around.

"Thanks."

Lynn did not respond and walked straight out of the isolation room. The heavy Alloy Door slowly closed behind him, completely separating the pure white room from the woman inside who had been given a new life.

He doesn't need to thank me.

Politics has always been about bargaining chips and exchanges.

Lynn walked briskly down the passage back to the White Bone Hall, the Data Pad in his hand his most powerful weapon to quell the turmoil. He had already planned all the subsequent steps: how to submit the report to Proctor, how to word it, and how to secure the greatest possible benefit for the Negative Zone.

However, when he reached the entrance of the command center, he suddenly stopped.

The massive holographic screen in the command center did not display a peaceful scene of the two Fleet facing off within the border buffer zone.

The light screen was divided into two perspectives.

One was the Bridge of the TVA envoy Proctor's flagship, the "Justicia." Proctor was looking out the porthole with a look of astonishment and uncertainty.

Another perspective is looking out from the porthole of the "Justicia".

A jet-black, Aura of Death Undead Warship, like Beast from the Abyss, stood arrogantly in front of the "Justicia," blocking all its course.

Above the Undead Warship, a storm of Scarlet Energy was frantically gathering and swirling, emanating an aura that would make any living being tremble. At the center of that energy, a figure dressed in a white research robe was faintly visible.

Stability Maintenance Office Director Hela.

Technology Integration Department Minister Wanda.

They disregarded orders and set out on their own, blocking the TVA agent's spaceship.

Lynn's pupils suddenly contracted.

He has just used a flawless political maneuver to bring a potential full-blown conflict back to the negotiating table.

Now, these two women are preparing to use the most primitive and brutal methods to completely overturn this table, along with everything on it.