The main body, still sitting on the sofa, was Heine, and the current location was the Pri Minister’s Office in Berlin...
The aftereffects of exiting the Mind Network made him montarily dazed, but he quickly stood up and walked toward the person behind the desk.
This office was very large, enough to accommodate a hundred people for a gathering.
But the interior was simply decorated with minimal adornnts, very austere, consisting only of two black rugs and a few pots of flowers.
There were a few paintings on the walls, but none were works of famous artists. More conspicuous was the eagle sculpture clutching a swastika firmly on the door fra.
The person behind the desk was writing diligently, with a pile of thick docunts and reports in front of him. He had the habit of personally handling these affairs.
"My Supre Leader," Heine stood in front of the desk, raising his right arm.
The person behind the desk rely waved his hand, swiftly correcting docunts with a laser pen before quickly signing Xiaohuzi’s na on them and placing the stack of papers gently aside.
"Alright, my loyal Heine, is there anything you need to report to ? You were about to report before suddenly claiming ’Soul Ergence.’
The person stood up, stretched his back, his tall figure completely unlike Xiaohuzi’s appearance, and he jested with Heine, gazing at the dark Berlin outside, contemplating future matters.
He had a tall fra, dressed in a green uniform, wearing a helt resembling an astronaut’s, with blue skin.
"Apologies, Supre Leader, Hive suddenly initiated a Mind Link. I suspect Schmidt has so exclusive ans of communication with him."
Heine stood with both legs together; in front of this person, he didn’t seem as neurotic as he presented himself outside. Now, he was stern and solemn.
"No matter, your current identity is very important." The person turned his back nonchalantly, his tall figure approaching the window, with streets filled with patrolling Steel Warriors.
"Thank you, Supre Leader. This ti, I went to Paris for a vacation and unexpectedly received so intelligence. I imdiately flew back to report to you. But just now, at the Hydra eting, I made a greater discovery..."
Heine relaxed a bit, took off his military hat, holding it in his hand, and similarly walked to the window, speaking softly.
"Let guess, Schmidt intends to overthrow ’,’ huh?" The person interrupted Heine’s words with a smile. He spoke slowly yet with unimaginable authority: "Everything is as it was in history, the Red Skull..."
"Wisdom of the Supre Leader."
Heine lowered his head; indeed, it was exactly this way.
The tall figure remained calm, slightly adjusting his helt: "But others would not agree. Historically, they did not agree."
"Yes, even though I had been instigating within them previously, they still dared not challenge your authority, proving they are no threat to you." Heine candidly repeated his plot.
"Hmm... now just wait for Captain Arica to throw him off into space."
"Indeed, everything is currently unfolding as in history. The Red Skull is tangled with Captain Arica. Your target will soon be in your grasp, laying another foundation for your eternal legacy."
Heine nodded slightly. History had so alterations that required constant slight adjustnts to align everything correctly, and the current situation wasn’t without effort as he sched to feed intelligence into the SSR.
"The Red Skull is actually the only one smart enough; he’s noticed sothing is wrong..." The person sighed, seemingly regretting sothing but quickly raised his head, putting these thoughts aside: "So, what about the bait I set out? Anyone biting?"
"Yes, Viper, Whitehall, and even Hive, they are all very interested in the X Gene and the Undersea People. They’ve abandoned research on the Cosmic Rubik’s Cube, turning instead to biological and chemical studies."
The person chuckled happily, pleasantly rubbing the back of his hand: "Very good, the Aricans threw a decoy, wanting to waste effort in a research direction dood to fail... they would never expect that the X Gene held no secrets for , that I had no interest in it at all, casually throwing the project out to incite Hydra’s schism."
"Wisdom of the Supre Leader, now within Hydra, only the Red Skull and Zola remain fixated on the Cosmic Rubik’s Cube."
"Hmm... that’s fine, they’ll have Captain Arica to handle them, and by then, I can leisurely fish in that location in the ocean, waiting for the Cosmic Rubik’s Cube to land in my lap."
At the ntion of this, sothing seed to trigger within him as he began to fervently describe his future.
Across different tilines, different versions of himself worked towards the sa goal, laying the groundwork for the future unification of the Milky Way Galaxy.
He was often bullied as a child, called nas like idiot and sickly Richards.
But after that, no one dared to say so, as he beca the King of Kings, Master of the Stars, the greatest conqueror.
Though Heine had heard this many tis before, he maintained a focused deanor, occasionally nodding in agreent.
His master’s ti was nonlinear, at countless ti nodes there were countless versions of him, each an independent entity.
Sotis he felt he hadn’t done sothing when, in actuality, his past self had already done it; ti rely covered everything up.
"The Cosmic Rubik’s Cube, in this era, I only want the Cosmic Rubik’s Cube. But the Red Skull is too cautious. I can only use soone like Captain Arica, who he underestimates, to eliminate him. Currently, the Red Skull can’t imagine how much trouble that Arican soldier will cause him."
"But great Supre Venerable..." Heine hesitated: "Captain Arica and The Avengers will cause us even more trouble in the future."
The Blue Man rely shook his head with a smile: "No matter, ti will prove everything, for ultimately, the victor will inevitably be ."
Heine simply nodded, accepting his master’s words without question, and continued with the report: "The accident I was going to ntion earlier was this: Mr. Sinister has lost contact with us, his aim to disrupt the enemy’s technological developnt was not achieved, neither the British nor the Aricans discovered him, misguided in technology, he was wiped out by Deathstroke."
"Is that so... it matters not, this wasn’t sothing that happened in history. Occasionally, in altering history, unexpected incidents arise," the great conqueror spoke lightly, extending a finger to wipe an inconspicuous speck of dust on the glass.
Incorrect history would simply be wiped away, for he could utilize history or rewrite it, being a non-continuous entity outside of ti, without any concerns.
"Praise you, Sovereign, your might can rewrite everything."
"History has always been a narrative to be clothed by people. Truthfully, I’ve grown sowhat weary... however, this era seems to hold so amusent, many things do not align with the history I rember."
"Indeed, you had monitor Deathstroke, I’ve kept an eye on him continuously, and you once said this person did not exist in the past history..."
"That’s right, a person sowhat like , to the point where upon arriving in this era, the first thing I did after scanning the globe was to lock down his enterprise’s technological capabilities with phase nanochanical mites, before being assured enough to co here to masquerade as Xiaohuzi with the Illusion Machine, developing Germany’s war machine... unfortunately, the industrial foundation of this era can only produce these toy-like things."
"He’s dangerous, his power continuously growing," Heine rubbed his forehead, having temporarily lost track of Deathstroke. Every ti Deathstroke went into the sewers, he dared not follow: "If necessary, I shall eliminate him for you personally."
"With the two hands I’ve given you? Once the Cosmic Rubik’s Cube is obtained, you might try, though I expect the outco won’t be favorable... because history lacks this individual, I have no mory of what actions he might take."
The Conqueror did not reject Heine’s proposal, also curious.
Heine understood the Supre’s plan that the Cosmic Rubik’s Cube was presently the most crucial elent: "With the Namor Fragnt that’s been super-divided and kept active, it’s unclear why. The item we used to attract global attention instead drew Deathstroke, who organized a future people’s army, collecting these fragnts."
The Conqueror listened to his description, contemplated briefly, then understood: "I see now, he’s worried about the lack of balance for U Demon after Namor’s demise, assuming his opponent to be Xiaohuzi, never imagining it to be . To avoid the tiline where the Arctic and Antarctic lt... in that case, find a way to give him all the Namor Fragnts, just to get rid of him."
"Understood, great Conqueror, I shall continue to keep an eye on the Cosmic Rubik’s Cube for you."
"Heh." The blue-skinned figure pressed several buttons on his armor, his form flickered, as if the space warped, transforming into the appearance of Xiaohuzi, thin and frail. He chuckled, running a hand through his parted hair, strolling back behind the desk: "In this era, I quite like the title of Supre Leader..."
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