"Sweetheart, start Project Sentry."
On Earth, inside Stark Tower, Allens gently swirled the red wine in his hand. Behind him stood Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch. She wore a red jumpsuit, dignified, beautiful, elegant—her eyes shining with a strange, enchanting glow.
"Mr. Allens, everything is being prepared."
Wanda had a faint smile on her face. Every time she saw Allens, it stirred the vague affection in her heart, making her even more obsessed with him. As for the Sentry Project—it was devised jointly by Allens and Wanda, so she was more than familiar with it.
"SIR, is the situation with Asgard resolved?"
Wanda couldn't help her curiosity about the legendary Asgard. When she asked, the curiosity was still evident in her eyes.
"Asgard has been taken over by the Sentries."
A smile appeared on Allens' lips.
Three days were enough for him to completely seize control of Asgard.
Moreover, Allens had already obtained several pieces of Asgardian energy technology.
Although his mind was cursed, those technologies required long-term analysis anyway. Allens had handed them over to the compact Ultron unit to decipher.
Three days later, Allens returned to New York City. Even with Odin's curse on him, he could still operate the Super Nano-Steel Suit—his own creation and the crystallization of his genius.
Although he had received three lottery chances, Allens hadn't used them yet. He planned to activate them once "Brain-Allens" took the stage again.
"A mind cursed by knowledge… or rather, a mind cursed by Odin."
Every time Allens thought of Odin's curse, he remembered what Thanos once said to Tony Stark: a mind cursed with knowledge. Allens and Tony Stark were similar—no… Allens surpassed him.
Allens had also left a physical duplicate of Loki in Asgard, to keep the plot trajectory intact and to make contact with the overlord of the universe—the leader of the Black Order, the Director of the Interstellar Family Planning Department, the purple tyrant: Thanos.
The reason for contacting Thanos was simple—Allens needed to confirm whether another Mind Stone existed in this world.
According to MCU canon, each Infinity Stone was unique. But Allens wanted absolute certainty.
After all, this universe was trending toward the multiverse. So Allens needed to be sure.
And after the battle between Allens and Odin (acbj — unclear term), both the Dark Elf Realm and Muspelheim's Flame Giant Realm seemingly vanished. Especially Lord Malekith, who slipped into the shadows—even knowing Odin was dead, he made no move.
Allens ignored the other realms besides Asgard. To him, Earth was his true battlefield this time.
"SIR, Sentry units are now in mass production."
J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice echoed through the room as the manufacturing plant operated at full capacity. Materials were fed in continuously, and Sentries were produced one by one.
"Very good. Sweetheart Wanda, I'll still need you here to continue our plan."
Allens turned toward Wanda with an expectant smile.
"Leave everything to me, Mr. Allens. After all, I've seen the future through the Big Clock."
Wanda spoke with seriousness and excitement, eyes full of resolve. She had always executed Allens' Sentry plan with absolute precision.
"Very good. The Big Clock will guide you."
Allens reached out, touched Wanda's cheek, kissed her passionately—then his gaze turned cold.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., begin the final phase of the Secret Invasion Plan."
Upon receiving the command, J.A.R.V.I.S. transmitted a series of encrypted data codes that spread across New York.
Inside the World Security Council building, Secretary Alexander Pierce was reviewing S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence when the special code flashed across his screen. A smile formed on his lips.
"It has finally begun. Lord Allens, I will complete the mission you entrusted to me."
Pierce—now a Skrull agent—stood up, straightened his suit, and entered the top floor of the Council. The thirteen council members were in an emergency meeting concerning the Allens incident.
Boom.
Senator Hopkins heard a knock and motioned for silence. A security guard checked the biometric scanner on the door.
"SIR, it's Mr. Pierce."
The guard exhaled in relief and relayed the message to Hopkins.
"Pierce? It seems S.H.I.E.L.D. has new intelligence."
Hopkins smiled. Pierce was the Council's liaison to S.H.I.E.L.D.—someone he fully trusted.
"Gentlemen, I bring the latest information."
With the guard stepping aside, Pierce entered the room wearing a playful smile.
"Pierce, what news do you have?"
A woman asked urgently, clearly familiar with him and without the slightest suspicion. The Council was anxious about the Allens situation.
"Yes, Ms. Victoria."
"I've brought the latest news."
"The news… is that you're all going to die soon."
Pierce nodded politely. As he spoke, he pulled out a button-sized device and placed it on the table.
Click.
The device emitted a burst of micro-currents, striking the Council members—every one of them collapsing from instantaneous cardiac arrest.
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., Agent Jasper Sitwell stepped into a dark corner. Several nearby agents subtly drifted toward him.
"Hail Hydra."
Sitwell whispered the words silently. The dozen agents around him wore solemn, fanatical expressions as they checked the weapons hidden under their jackets—preparing to head straight for Nick Fury's office.
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