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only.
This connection seemed to have dimmed slightly in her perception.
"Damn it!"
A sense of despair washed over me again.
But Sylvie knew she couldn't give up.
Suddenly, she remembered that Doctor Strange seemed to have had an inconspicuous little bottle hanging from his waist, and it looked like... it contained something? A small, constantly changing shape... Loki variant?
"The original Loki soul of this universe." Sylvie seemed to have thought of something, and a bold and adventurous plan instantly took shape in her mind.
Loki was unable to respond.
With Ultron's threat looming and Ian, that madman, chased by the Time Monster and nowhere to be found... perhaps she could try a different approach. Doctor Strange is the Sorcerer Supreme on Earth, possessing powerful magic and knowledge of multiple dimensions; maybe... he could offer assistance?
At least it can be a useful... bargaining chip.
As for the Loki variant in the bottle… a complex glint flashed in Sylvie’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a resolute look.
“Perhaps, I can use him…” she murmured to herself, her voice icy. “I can only apologize in advance, but necessary sacrifices… are always worthwhile.”
For the ultimate goal, for the possible hope, she was willing to bear any sin.
Having made up her mind, Sylvie's figure once again blended into the shadows, like a green ghost, silently following the direction in which Doctor Strange and Morgan Stark had gone.
Her plans have changed.
Sylvie moved swiftly through the endless, garbage-strewn ruins at the end of time, trailing far behind Doctor Strange and Morgan Stuart. Her exceptional stealth skills, coupled with her intimate familiarity with such environments, prevented her from being detected by the two ahead.
Following the two through a maze of twists and turns, she found that they finally stopped in a relatively open area. On the ground there was a very inconspicuous, messy area.
A vortex, seemingly composed of pure air currents, appeared on the open ground, constantly twisting and spinning. It was silent and easily overlooked as part of the turbulent energy flow at the end of time unless observed closely. Then, Morgan pulled out what looked like a multi-functional environmental analyzer from her treasure chest.
"Let me see if this thing is really a portal." The little scientist cautiously approached the vortex of air and began scanning.
The data on the screen was jumping around rapidly.
"It's good that he has such vigilance at such a young age."
Doctor Strange made a compliment.
“Of course, after all, I’m a zombie hunter.” Morgan smugly replied, then looked up to report to Doctor Strange, “Energy stable, spatial coordinates locked… a certain area inside TVA.”
"Theoretically, going through it won't tear a person to pieces, Doctor," Morgan said, putting away his instruments and stating his highly scientific assessment to Doctor Strange.
That truly contained absolutely no element of magic.
Doctor Strange still seemed somewhat hesitant, after all, using such a technological creation that completely defied the principles of magic for interdimensional teleportation was truly challenging the limits of his understanding.
But thinking of Thor's disappearance and the potential crises, he nodded.
"For my brothers!"
"Stay close to me, little guy."
He gave a word of advice, then took a deep breath. His magic cloak billowed as he stepped into the vortex of air, his figure instantly swallowed by the distorted light.
Without the slightest hesitation, Morgan slung her treasure chest over her shoulder, activated the basic protection of her armor, and jumped inside.
Sylvie watched breathlessly from behind the distant ruins. As the two disappeared, she didn't hesitate. Her figure moved like lightning, and she suddenly plunged into the vortex of air just as it was about to calm down! A brief dizzying sensation and a feeling of spatial compression came over her, but the intensity was much less than when passing through a traditional time portal.
"Ok?"
The next second, the feeling of solid ground came over me, and the surrounding scenery changed drastically!
Cold, smooth, geometrically beautiful metal walls; an endless, brightly lit corridor; the air thick with the smell of disinfectant and some kind of electronic device...
Sylvie's heart skipped a beat!
She knew this place all too well—the Time Mutation Administration (TVA)!
Although I don't know how it happened, this is undoubtedly the interior of TVA! However, it feels a little different from before; there seems to be a colder, more oppressive feeling of machinery in the air.
"The Age of Ultron's Reign"
Sylvie realized he had ventured deep into Ultron's current lair, so he quickly hid in the shadow of a structural pillar. He saw Doctor Strange and Morgan Stuart, who had entered earlier than him, just steadying themselves and cautiously surveying the completely unfamiliar environment.
"who?!"
"Unauthorized trespassing!"
Suddenly, a team of Time Guardians dressed in standard TVA uniforms and wielding reset sticks appeared from around the corner. They discovered Doctor Strange and Morgan, two uninvited guests who didn't know how to hide.
These disciplined guards immediately rushed forward to try to stop them.
"It is the Supreme Master!"
The squad leader raised a strange device and pointed it at Doctor Strange! Doctor Strange was about to form a hand seal to cast a spell when he suddenly felt the flow of time around him slow down dramatically!
His mind was still clear, but his movements were as slow as if he were struggling in a quagmire; even lifting a finger had become incredibly difficult! TVA's technology was remarkably effective against mages!
"PhD!"
Morgan gasped, but she herself seemed completely unaffected by the time-slowing field! The little girl reacted quickly, raising her arm and a small launcher popped out of her armor.
shhhhhh!
Several tiny anesthetic needles struck the Time Guardians precisely in the neck. The guards wore expressions of disbelief, seemingly unable to comprehend how a little girl could be immune to their equipment.
"you……"
Even the leader only uttered one word before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.
"How is this possible? They weren't using magic! And you! How come you weren't affected or imprisoned?" The time-slowing effect disappeared after Morgan picked up the fallen instrument. Doctor Strange, who had been imprisoned in time, was freed and looked at Morgan in astonishment.
Little Morgan didn't answer; instead, she began examining the strange device used by the Time Guard Captain. She took out tools from her treasure chest, her brow furrowed, and quickly began disassembling and studying it.
The girl's movements were so skillful it was astonishing.
In less than a minute, she disassembled the core component of the device and combined it with several other parts on the spot to create a simple arm guard that flashed blue light.
“Here, Doctor, put this on.” She handed the arm guard to Doctor Strange. “It should generate a reverse force field, temporarily protecting you from that time interference.”
Doctor Strange took the arm guard, stared at Morgan for a long time with a complicated expression.
"No, why are you treating me like I'm illiterate... Is this really science? Is this even scientific?" Doctor Strange, a medical doctor, could only mutter, "Your father must be a very, very powerful dimensional daemon... No wonder that evil god Loki seems to have a close relationship with your father."
He was convinced that Tony Stark, whom Ian knew, could not possibly be a scientist.
Morgan rolled his eyes, too lazy to explain. Doctor Elliot put on his arm guards, assessed the situation, and the two of them, not daring to delay, immediately continued deeper into TVA.
Sylvie waited until Doctor Strange and Morgan left before quietly emerging from her hiding place. She stared coldly at the Time Guardian lying unconscious on the ground.
She knew this place far too well, even better than Doctor Strange and the others about the layout of TVA. She could roughly guess where the two were going—usually the area where important time prisoners were held.
To avoid the guards waking up and reporting back, which would cause more trouble, Sylvie made a sensible decision. She crouched down, and a green light flashed in her hand.
The dagger, embodying the concept of "the end of the story," appeared in his palm.
That was originally Loki's usual "staff." As the saying goes, when one attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. After suffering with Loki for so many years, it can be said that it has undergone a transformation and attained divinity.
"Sorry, your story ends here."
Sylvie muttered to himself, his tone completely calm, and with a swift and precise motion, the dagger plunged deep into the carotid artery of each unconscious guard.
However, the expected scene of gushing blood did not occur. Where the dagger pierced, only a few faint sparks flew, revealing the cold metal structure and wiring beneath.
These seemingly living guards were all cyborgs in human skin. The fact that Ultron had modified TVA to this extent wasn't particularly surprising to Sylvie.
"Does it want to completely transform the multiverse into a universe belonging to machines and metal?" Sylvie's eyes narrowed, but her movements did not falter. She swiftly and thoroughly destroyed the core processors of these mechanical guards, ensuring from the root that they could not be repaired or restarted.
Having completed the silent "cleanup work," she, like a top-tier assassin, pressed herself against the wall, utilizing every blind spot and shadow in the surveillance cameras to cautiously continue her infiltration.
On the way forward, she encountered several more groups of mechanical guards who had been taken down by Doctor Strange and Morgan in various ways—mainly Morgan's gadgets.
Sylvie showed no mercy, repeating the same tactic to finish off all the evil creations, completely erasing any possibility of them being resurrected by Ultron.
She easily found her way to the special detention area where TVA held high-priority criminals. The cells here were no longer simple fences, but were made of some kind of energy field and reinforced glass.
The prison cells held all sorts of "important figures" from different timelines. Sylvie even saw several historically notorious tyrants and mad scientists.
They all appeared listless at this moment, waiting to be transformed into true half-maggots, that is, half-mechanical life forms, and then cast into history.
Suddenly, a particularly noisy cell caught Sylvie's attention.
"let me out!"
Inside was a skull with an extremely comical and ugly appearance? Its proportions were severely distorted, with protruding and crooked fangs, and a wriggling, tumor-like thing growing in the center of its forehead. One of its eyes was severely crossed, and the other eye socket was empty.
You can even see strange, brain-like substances trembling slightly inside.
It—no, it was the thing—was pounding on the glass cell door, making a loud "bang" sound, and shouting in a sharp, angry voice.
"Let me out! You thieves! You robbers! It must be you who stole my true power! You altered my magnificent appearance and stole my cosmic status!"
"I am the Lord of Darkness!"
"I am the master of the void!"
It suddenly noticed Sylvie passing by outside, and immediately pressed its distorted face against the glass, staring intently at Sylvie with its single eye and a tumor.
"Loki! You're Loki, right!"
"Tsk tsk, Loki in a female variant."
“There’s only one of you in the multiverse. Listen, you are the one who is different. Let me out! If you let me out, I can not only help you obtain the throne of Asgard, but I can also let you replace the so-called ‘God above Gods’! Together we will rule all reality!”
Due to some external factors, the Dark God Nar, who failed to be reborn, not only turned his own sword green, but now also seems clumsy in his attempts to bewitch people.
Can also understand.
After all, there was a lot of brain matter on the ground, which probably came from his eyes, indicating a significant loss of intelligence.
"Nar."
Sylvie merely glanced at it indifferently, as if it were a pile of unrecyclable trash, completely ignoring this obviously mentally unstable creature.
She continued to walk briskly forward.
Soon, she heard a familiar voice coming from ahead. Quietly approaching, she discovered Doctor Strange and Morgan Stuart standing in front of a cell, seemingly trying to figure out how to break the cell's energy lock.
The people locked in the cell made Sylvie's eyes narrow.
Those are Captain America Steve Rogers and Thor! They just both look a bit disheveled.
Captain America was grumbling incessantly, "Why? Tell me why? That little girl named Gwen Stacy gets a cell of her own? Are we men just supposed to be crammed together? It's outrageous! This isn't fair! When I get back to Earth alive, I'm going to start a men's rights organization and fight for the rights that men all over the world deserve!"