[Time Line Convergence]
[Condition: Ensure Captain America falls into the North Atlantic and is frozen according to "original history," while maintaining the stability of the timeline during this process]
[Comment: You know deeply that some legends must sleep, waiting for the future. You have acted as a Guardian of the timeline once, and this forbearance will bring rich rewards]
[Brand Endorsement]
[Condition: Sign a top-tier global endorsement contract for any hero/villain under your banner]
[Comment: Successfully transformed personal influence into commercial brand value]
[In the Spotlight]
[Condition: Film and release the first superhero advertisement or promotional video, and gain at least 1 million views]
[Comment: Stepping from behind the scenes to the front, starting to use the power of modern media]
Over these years, the system has activated three new achievements.
Lynn was not surprised by the completion of [Brand Endorsement] and [In the Spotlight].
When the tough-guy image of Soldier Boy biting on a Marlboro cigarette spread through every street and alley.
When the debut show of Starlight and the Guardian became the focus of national discussion, the fruits of money and fame were already ripe and within reach.
Only the [Time Line Convergence] achievement made him ponder for a while.
The event itself—the moment Steve Rogers' plane crashed into the icy sea—was already completed.
But it was not until years later, the day Peggy Carter walked down the aisle in a wedding dress with another man, that this achievement was finally judged as completed.
Lynn thought about it over and over.
The complete forging of a legend requires more than just the sacrifice of a hero.
It requires the World he cherished, the people he loved, to completely accept his departure and transform this tragedy into eternal remembrance.
When Peggy Carter chose to start a new life, only then could Steve Rogers the "person" be considered completely buried.
All that remained was that flawless symbol named "Captain America."
A symbol lying beneath the ice, waiting to be "awakened" at the most opportune moment to complete his final mission.
These three achievements accumulated three precious drawing opportunities for him.
And these three draws added three distinct yet equally interesting "tools" to his collection room.
Lynn's thoughts drifted back to a rainy night many years ago.
The first summoning.
In the office on the top floor of Vought Tower, thunder rumbled and rain poured down outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Inside, it was so quiet that one could hear the faint crackle of a cigar burning.
There were no energy fluctuations or abnormalities in the air.
A figure in a red high-slit cheongsam walked out from within; her high heels landed on the carpet without making a sound.
Ada Wong.
She was toying with an exquisite "Blacktail" pistol in her hand.
Her black eyes held a look of scrutiny and playfulness.
She scanned every corner of the office—doors, windows, vents—at the first opportunity.
She evaluated all escape routes before finally letting her gaze fall on the man sitting in the boss's chair.
No attack.
Her keen intuition screamed like a siren in her mind.
The man before her was more dangerous than any Tyrant or G-virus mutant she had ever encountered.
"An interesting place."
She spoke first, her voice carrying a lazy, magnetic quality.
"So, my new employer, what is your offer?"
Lynn exhaled a smoke ring; amidst the swirling smoke, his eyes were calm and waveless.
"My offer is your life."
Ada Wong's smile stiffened for a moment, but she quickly adjusted, smiling even more charmingly.
"Quite overbearing. However, I like working with strong people. It's just... strong people usually don't just talk empty words."
Before her words faded, she flicked her wrist, and the muzzle was already aimed at the center of Lynn's brow!
Lynn smiled.
Ada Wong suddenly shuddered violently.
She discovered with horror that her body was becoming illusory and transparent, like incorrect data about to be deleted!
"You... what did you do?!"
"I gave you form, so naturally, I can take it back."
"Now, let's talk about the price again. Your life, your loyalty, in exchange for the qualification to continue existing. Do you accept this deal?"
After an in-depth exchange, Lynn established a brand new department for her.
The Intelligence and Infiltration Department.
This department was independent of Motoko Kusanagi's main system, like a ghost blade hidden in the deepest darkness.
Selina's infiltration was an art of the physical level.
Ada Wong's infiltration was a dance of information and human hearts.
She was a perfect viper, capable of silently slithering into the heart of any organization to steal their most core secrets.
The second summoning appeared quite different.
As the light of the summoning dissipated, a suave middle-aged gentleman appeared in the center of the office.
He wore an expensive, handmade custom suit, his hair was combed meticulously, and a gentle, refined smile hung on his face.
This was a university Professor about to attend a dinner party.
Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
After appearing, he did not say a word, just quietly observed Lynn with those chestnut eyes that could see through souls.
He was analyzing, deconstructing.
Attempting to dissect what color the beating heart beneath Lynn's calm exterior truly was.
This was a silent confrontation.
Lynn let him examine him, even pouring him a cup of black tea.
After a full three minutes, Dr. Hannibal Lecter bowed slightly.
He took the teacup, brought it to his nose to sniff lightly, and revealed an admiring smile.
"Bourbon tea, produced in Reunion Island, the fragrance of caramel and vanilla... Your taste is as complex and charming as your soul."
He understood.
Or rather, he saw what Lynn wanted him to see.
A peer who transcended good and evil, viewing human society as a grand artistic creation, a higher-dimensional existence.
Lynn did not have him go out on the streets to smash things like a brute such as Black Noir, nor did he have him act as some kind of intelligence Agent.
He gave Dr. Hannibal Lecter a brand new position.
Head of the Strategic Operations Department.
"This department is not responsible for execution."
Lynn's voice was very flat.
"It is only responsible for planning. Tailoring the most perfect script for our enemies, letting them unconsciously walk towards the ending we have arranged for them."
Dr. Hannibal Lecter's eyes were filled with a shining excitement.
It was the look of a top chef seeing the rarest ingredient in the World.
"My pleasure. After all, crude violence is the greatest blasphemy against the delicious dish that is human nature."
He was the scalpel in Lynn's hand specifically used to dissect human nature.
The third summoning appeared somewhat...
Out of place.
A young girl with short pink hair and a steampunk style appeared before Lynn with a defiant look on her face.
Vi.
She waved those Hextech gauntlets, looking around vigilantly.
"Where the fuck is this? Which Piltover asshole politician is pulling this shit again?"
Lynn looked at her, looking at the anger and sense of justice originating from the Undercity that had not yet been ground away deep in her eyes.
He did not need another assassin or another schemer.
But his hero team was missing exactly this kind of character.
A "civilian hero" who was rebellious enough, powerful enough, and also... easy enough to control.
Starlight was too holy, the Guardian was too rigid.
And Vi, she represented anger, rebellion, the streets.
"You have a lot of energy."
Lynn spoke.
"Cut the F--King crap!"
Vi let out a low roar, exerted force under her feet, and charged straight at Lynn with those iron fists capable of smashing through city walls!
Lynn silently stood up and had an in-depth exchange with her.
The final result was predictable.
"You want to fight for justice?"
Lynn walked up to her, looking down at her.
"You want to stand up for those bullied weaklings?"
"I..."
"Very good."
Lynn interrupted her.
"I will give you a bigger stage. A stage where the whole World can see you swinging your fists. I will make you the idol of all the weak, the banner for all rebels."
"The price is that every one of your punches must be under the lighting I designate."
Lynn's thoughts returned to reality.
Ada Wong was his Shadow blade, stealing secrets for him.
Dr. Hannibal Lecter was his scalpel of the soul, dissecting human nature for him.
Vi was the next super idol he prepared for the new era, reaping fame for him.
On his chessboard, the pieces were becoming more and more numerous.
Just then, the office's internal communicator rang.
It was Motoko Kusanagi's voice, calm and efficient.
"Boss, Howard Stark just had a heated argument with Anton Vanko over the energy allocation and signature rights of the Arc Reactor project."
"Vanko left in a huff and has been secretly met by people from the Soviet Union."
Lynn's fingertips tapped lightly on the desktop.
"Have Ada Wong's people follow."
A seed of resentment had already been planted.
He only needed to wait patiently, waiting for it to bear the fruit named "revenge."
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