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Sylvie was panting heavily, looking utterly disheveled. She stared at the luminous figure that had appeared out of nowhere, filled with wariness and bewilderment.

Her life's goal was to avenge herself against the TVA, find the mastermind hiding at the end of time, and kill him. But now, a guy more powerful than any TVA agent she'd ever met stood in her way and offered her a chocolate chip cookie that looked delicious?

"Who are you?"

The short sword in her hand still shimmered with green magical light, and she did not relax her grip in the slightest.

"A kind passerby noticed you looked quite hungry. A little sugar will help you regain your energy. Ah Fu's cooking is truly unique."

"biu! biu! biu!"

A new wave of erasure beams struck once again.

"Take care of them!" the leading commander ordered.

"Shuen! Cover us!"

Bruce's voice rang out.

"Their weapons have a three-second recharge interval, and a 0.5-second stun after each shot! Loki, use your illusions to disrupt their targeting system! Ivy, control their movements!"

"Received." "Received." "Received."

The three voices responded almost simultaneously.

The golden divine fire shield behind Xiu En expanded, becoming an insurmountable wall of sighs, swallowing all the beams of light aimed at the three of them. As the flames surged, the energy that erased time became fuel, making the shield burn even more fiercely.

At the same time, the scene in the entire hall began to distort.

The soldiers of the Council of Kang were horrified to find that their enemies sometimes transformed into drooling purple octopuses, and sometimes into the Time Guardian statues used as totems in TVA. Their target acquisition system went haywire and began firing indiscriminately.

Loki stood at the edge of the battlefield, but his gaze kept drifting towards Sylvie, his expression complex.

The moment his illusion took effect, countless vines suddenly burst forth from the ground, binding the soldiers' ankles, hindering their movement and throwing their formation into chaos.

Sylvie didn't even think about who these people were; her fighting instincts had already driven her to react.

She seized the fleeting opportunity and charged into the chaotic enemy ranks.

Her swordsmanship was swift and deadly, completely unlike Loki's flashy magical style. Each strike aimed at the joints or energy nodes of the soldier's armor. Her short swords were imbued with strange magic; soldiers struck by them would instantly lose their weapon systems, their blue light rapidly dimming.

She weaved through the enemy ranks, each leap and slash filled with boundless hatred.

"That's so inefficient."

Xiu En watched for a while, then seemed to lose patience. Ivy, perched on his shoulder, also yawned.

"Bruce, I'm hungry, can you hurry up?"

"Their armor materials are special, capable of shielding against most physical and energy impacts, but the core energy source seems quite fragile!"

"Okay, I understand."

Shuon snapped his fingers, using his ability to resonate with metal to overload the internal energy cores of all their armors.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of violent explosions rang out in the hall, but strangely, the soldiers and their armor turned into an unstable stream of data, which was then sucked into the surrounding out-of-control time rifts and disappeared without a trace.

In less than ten seconds, the entire battlefield was completely cleared.

Sylvie stopped what she was doing, panting as she stared in disbelief at the scene before her.

"Alright, the flies are all taken care of."

Xiu En handed her the biscuits again.

"Now can we eat something quietly and then talk? Like, what's your relationship with that pretentious guy?"

He gestured with his eyes to Loki, who was not far away.

Sylvie glanced at Loki, then at Shuun, and said coldly, "I don't know him. And don't think you can bribe me with a cookie. Tell me who you are? What's your relationship with Kang?"

"us?"

Loki looked at her, as if trying to find a long-forgotten story in her face, which was so similar to his own.

Loki wanted to say something, perhaps "Long time no see," or perhaps "How are you?" But in the end, all he said was a playful, teasing line from their first meeting.

"Hello, ma'am, nice to meet you. It seems we're stuck in the same terrible situation. Isn't that unfortunate?"

Loki walked over with a smile, pretending it was the first time he'd met Sylvie. After all, Sylvie in this timeline didn't recognize him.

"We are the anti-Kang squad members here to kill all Kang. And you, brave lady, seem to share the same goal as us."

"Kang! All Kang! I will kill them, I will kill them with my own hands!"

"Then our goals are completely aligned."

Bruce walked over; he appeared steady and reliable.

"I am Bruce Wayne. We are not enemies for the time being. We need your intelligence, and in exchange, we can provide you with shelter and support."

Sylvie remained silent.

She looked at the strange group in front of her: a well-meaning citizen whose strength was beyond comprehension, a man in black who seemed to be the team's brain, and a stranger who looked so much like her, yet made her instinctively feel complicated.

"it is good."

She finally nodded.

"I'm in. But only temporarily. We're allies until I personally twist Kang's head off. After that, we go our separate ways."

She finally took the cookie from Xiu En's hand, hesitated for a moment, and then took a small bite.

The crispy texture spread in her mouth.

For a moment, her eyes were unfocused.

After surveying the office area around her, which was flickering erratically due to the timeline going out of control, she finally settled her gaze on Bruce.

"Kang is dead here, but his mess is still there."

"There should be a terminal on his throne that can connect to the entire TVA data network. I tried to hack it, but the defenses were too strong. I need to know everything about the Council of Kang, where they are, who they are, and their weaknesses."

Bruce nodded upon hearing this.

His gaze cut through the chaotic storm of data, looking toward the castle, then swept over the retro control consoles next to it, each with countless indicator lights.

"We need professionals."

Bruce drew a conclusion.

Xiu En walked up to the control panel that looked most pleasing to the eye and casually snapped a picture of the screen.

"Snapped!"

After the screen flickered with static a few times, live footage of the Ximu Realm Party actually appeared.

Tony Stark is holding a glass of champagne, boasting to Captain America about how much shell his new armor can withstand, while Mr. Fantastic Reed Richards is discussing with Dr. Banner the many potential beneficial applications of gamma rays.

"Tony! Reed!"

Xiu En yelled at the screen.

Stop drinking and chatting! Come and work overtime!

The two people on the other side of the screen were stunned at the same time, and turned their heads in unison. They actually heard Xiu En's summons.

"What? Overtime?"

Tony looked on incredulously.

"Are you kidding me? I'm on vacation right now! My lawyer will contact you."

"I've discovered a super-bureaucracy here, built with vacuum tubes and typewriters, that transcends all timelines. Their core database looks more interesting than the firewalls of your Stark Tower. Are you sure you don't want to give it a try?"

Send me the address.

Shuen then looked at Reed: "Reed, I have a real-world case study here about the time loop paradox and the multivariable coexistence model. Would you like to dissect it yourself?"

"Oh My God……"

Reed Richards didn't even greet Dr. Banner before his body began to stretch like a rubber band, preparing to slip into the portal that appeared beside him.

The next second, under the pull of Xiu En's divine power, Tony and Reed were dragged from the Ximu Realm by Xiu En and staggered into the TVA office.

"Hey! Could you be a little gentler next time? You've ruined my hairstyle!"

Tony complained.

But the moment he saw the bizarre, retro technology around him, his complaints instantly turned into excitement. "Wow, look at these antiques! Is this a design style from the 1960s? They actually use this thing to manage time?"

"An incredible energy loop, and this hybrid architecture of analog signals and quantum data streams..."

Reed was completely absorbed in it.

"This is wonderful!"

"Alright, you two tech geeks, stop drooling over those antiques."

Bruce's voice brought them back to reality.

"We need to crack TVA's core database and obtain all the intelligence about Kang."

"Piece of cake." Tony snapped his fingers confidently, and a holographic projection of a miniature reactor appeared on his wrist. "Jarvis... oh wait, Friday? No, never mind... I can handle it myself."

The three quickly divided the tasks. Bruce was responsible for building the firewall to prevent their intrusion from being tracked by the Council of Kang; Reed was responsible for analyzing TVA's unreasonable underlying logic architecture; and Tony was the main attacker, responsible for brute-forcing the password.

What Sylvie considered a meticulously planned invasion that would take at least decades turned into a farcical "renovation project" in the eyes of these three geniuses.

"Alright, I've bypassed the first layer of physical isolation." Reed's fingers moved like noodles between countless control panels, unplugging one cable and plugging in another. "It's like rewiring an old house; you just need to find the main switch."

"Well done, Mr. Fantastic." Tony's hands flew through the air, countless holographic keyboards unfolding and disappearing before him. "The second layer of logic, let me think... Their encryption method is based on a prime number that doesn't even exist. How creative. It's like a safe where only Kang knows the combination. But it doesn't matter, I don't need the combination, I'll just break the safe door!"

With his final tap, a soft "click" echoed throughout the TVA. All the "Access Denied" messages on the screens turned into green "Welcome!"

"All done." Tony whistled. "Now, this place is ours. Need me to change the staff cafeteria menu to a seafood buffet?"

Bruce ignored his joke and quickly retrieved the most crucial files. Countless documents flashed across the holographic screen like a waterfall.

Shuen had no interest in the dazzling array of data; he pulled Ivy aside. Loki and Sylvie, meanwhile, formed an awkward standoff.

"Kang's lackey."

Sylvie was also copying the data, looking at Loki, and she had clearly discovered that Loki had also been involved in the survivors' scam.

"In a way, yes."

Loki readily admitted it, and looking at Sylvie's hostile gaze, he replied with a complex expression.

"But even a great actor occasionally has the urge to improvise and revise the script, doesn't he?"

Don't play word games with me.

"I don't."

Loki's tone became unusually serious.

"I just want to tell you that our enemy is Kang, all of Kang. In that respect, I am no different from you."

"Found it!"

Just then, Bruce's voice came.

He pointed to a huge screen that displayed TVA's deepest personnel files, containing information about all its employees.

"Look at this."

On the screen appeared the file of the chubby hamburger man who had been cut from the story not long ago.

His pre-employment information clearly states: Earth-818, Jack Smith, married, with two daughters, occupation: accountant.

Immediately afterwards, Möbius's profile popped up: Earth-2077, Don, father of two sons, jet ski enthusiast.

One by one, the files of TVA employees were retrieved. Without exception, before becoming TVA employees, they all had their own lives, their own families, and their own hobbies. They were all time criminals captured from various timelines.

"Oh my god..."

Tony's smile vanished.

"So all the TVA employees are kidnapped prisoners? Their memories have been erased? What a disgusting organization!"

The faces of everyone in the hall were etched with different kinds of shock. Sylvie's anger, Tony's astonishment, Bruce's contemplation.

Just then, Reed Richards, who had been slumped in his chair like a noodle, immersed in a sea of ​​data, suddenly exclaimed.

"My God! This is impossible!"

His neck stretched out for over ten meters. His head was pressed directly against the inner wall of the top floor of this office space.

"Reed! What did you find?"

Bruce's voice immediately drew everyone's attention.

"A backdoor, a backdoor program that's practically a poem!"

Reed's voice came from the ceiling.

"And someone is using this backdoor to transmit data! At an astonishing speed!"

"What?!"

Tony reacted quickly, rushing to the control panel and typing furiously on the holographic keyboard. Jarvis was also inserted into the control panel as a support.

"Let me see who stole my cheese! Firewall reverse tracking! Create a data mirror! I'm going to send them a big 'greeting gift'!"

However, a few seconds later, Tony stopped what he was doing, and the expression on his face became strange.

"Little Bat, something's not right."

"The other person made no attempt to hide himself. It was as if he deliberately left the door open with a 'Welcome' sign hanging up, as if he was afraid we wouldn't notice him."

"He did it on purpose."

Loki crossed his arms and watched this scene, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"It seems that the director who just retired left us a parting gift."

What is the contents of this gift?

Sylvie pressed for answers, already standing by the control panel, her eyes burning with the flames of revenge.

"I'm downloading."

Reed's head popped back out from under the ceiling, his face filled with disbelief.

"This backdoor program not only transmits data outwards, it is itself a massive data packet that has undergone billions of encryptions and compressions! And the other party's downloading behavior is the key to decompressing this data packet!"

As Reed spoke, the data stream on the main screen abruptly changed. Countless chaotic codes and files disappeared, replaced by a clearly categorized folder interface.

The folder name is very simple.

[Kang's Council: Member List, Weakness Analysis, and Tactical Countermeasures (Version V.3.14159)]

[My Variations: Sorted by Danger Level, Narcissism Level, and Receding Hairline Speed]

[A Thousand and One Ways to Kill a Time Traveler (Folk Remedies)]

[Selected Battle Videos: 100 Classic Battles Between Kang and Kang (with Commentary)]

……

And, at the very top, the folder that is specially marked with a red star.

[Conqueror Kang Prime: Personal Interests, Psychological Profiling, and the Solution to His Ultimate Technique, Time-Traveling Fist]

Tony stared blankly at the screen, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"Is this a user manual for Kang's own products?"

"This is a trap!"

Sylvie immediately asserted.

"Kang couldn't possibly be that kind! He's trying to lure us into attacking his parliament so he can reap the benefits!"

"But he's already retired, isn't he?"

Loki retorted.

"Moreover, if this is a trap, it's far too obvious. It's like a hunter not only placing a trap in the most conspicuous place, but also attaching a detailed guide on 'how to avoid getting your foot caught.'"

Reed rubbed his forehead and reasoned.

"From a game theory perspective, an individual seeking death who provides their opponent with tools to kill their other variants contains a deeper purpose: to ensure that the concept of Kang can be erased from the multiverse in the cleanest way possible. And we are the cleaners they have chosen."

"I don't care if he's a cleaner or a garbage collector!"

Sylvie slammed her fist on the control panel.

"There's a way to kill Kang here, isn't there? That's enough!"

Her gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Bruce: "We must act immediately! Use this intelligence to find the nearest Kang stronghold and then storm it!"

"I agree."

Tony was the first to express his support, but his reasoning was a bit off-topic.

"I can't wait to test whether the anti-Kang armor I made with this data can penetrate that Time Turtle Fist's defense."

"I object."

Bruce immediately rejected it.

"This is too reckless. We don't know the authenticity of this intelligence. If this is false intelligence deliberately released by the Kangzhi Council, our hasty attack will only be walking into a trap."

"So we're just going to wait here for them to come knocking on our door?!" Sylvie roared.

"You have a point."

Xiu En, who had been whispering to Sunflower, had somehow come over and was playing with a part that had been taken off the control panel.

"However, I also think you have a point."

He then pointed at Bruce.

"Whose side are you on?!"

"I'm on Xiaohua's side."

Xiu En looked at him as if it were perfectly natural, then glanced at the sunflower on his shoulder.

What do you think?

Sunflower rubbed her leaf against his cheek, then pointed to the folder on the screen, expressing her opinion: "First, take down all their armor models and material composition. Keep the good ones, and melt down the bad ones."

"Hmm, got it."

Shuen looked at the arguing crowd, especially at Loki, who clearly recognized Sylvie, and Sylvie, who clearly didn't.

"Bruce, you, Tony, and Reed are responsible for verifying the authenticity of this intelligence, and while you're at it, make copies of all of Kang's technology. Sylvie and Loki, you two are in charge of devising the raid plan. Split up, and nobody argues!"