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The exploding energy ring spread outward with Distorted Doom as the center. A burly man with an unshaven beard and wearing a leather jacket avoided the center of the impact with a dexterity that did not match his size.
In full view of everyone, three golden claws retracted into his body along the joints of his fists.
"This is not good. Madness, despair, chaos, all kinds of negative emotions are there. Arrogance can't control it." The big man shuddered as he felt the psychic energy attached to the claws that retracted into his body.
The bloody hole on the chest of the deformed Doom, which was caused by the claws, made a sizzling sound like barbecue. The powerful self-healing ability of Doom's deformed body seemed to be strongly hindered. The wound did not heal to its original state in an instant. Instead, it seemed like a tug of war, and the recovery speed was significantly slowed down.
"Wolverine?" Big Harry looked at the back that seemed familiar to him, and asked tentatively with ecstasy in his heart.
In fact, the moment he saw Becky appear, his tense heart relaxed. As the little princess of Hebron, Becky Field's existence was not well known to the public, but some companies that cooperated with Hebron and S.H.I.E.L.D. were aware of her. He had also seen Becky strolling around the Time Management Bureau with her dog named Rude.
Although he didn't know why Becky was the one who came, there was no doubt that Becky's appearance gave him more confidence than anyone else! If Wolverine was added to the mix, it would be even more reassuring.
This meant that neither Heberon nor his superior, Loki, had given up on him. He didn't even think he was worthy of such attention.
If Loki were to learn of Harry's intentions, he would likely simply agree without revealing the truth. The truth is, this was merely Becky's momentary curiosity, unrelated to Hebron and Luke, and Wolverine's arrival was simply Loki's desire for revenge against the intruder who had humiliated him. Finding Harry and bringing him back wasn't a major concern. It was a matter of choice.
If they found him successfully, everyone would be happy. If they found the intruder but not Harry, Loki could give an explanation afterwards. After all, with a disappearance like this, any accident wouldn't be surprising. Not everyone is as lucky as the captain.
"Oh, wait a minute, I still have a mission to do. We can go home only after we finish it." Wolverine Logan Howlett turned his head to look at the two identical Harrys wrapped in the symbiote and waved his hand.
Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, Wolverine's muscles suddenly bulged his clothes, threatening to burst. He exerted force with his lower limbs, stamping his feet hard on the ground, creating a deep dent in the hard surface. Wolverine's body, like an arrow shot from a bow, stirred up a gust of wind and crashed into Doom the Deformed with a sonic boom.
The more than three-meter-tall deformer was sent flying backwards by Wolverine's impact. The two tentacles on the soles of its feet turned into suction cups and stuck to the ground to stabilize its body, but they were torn apart by the violent impact, spraying out a pool of blood that quickly turned black.
"Wow, cool! Can you do that?" Johnny whistled and patted Ben's shoulder.
Boom!
A huge fist hit Johnny directly, knocking him off balance and causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.
"Don't touch me. It's hard for me to stay awake now. You'd better be honest and don't show off your sharp tongue in front of me. If you provoke me and make me lose control, I don't think you want to see me beat you like a punching bag, right?" Ben Grimm said sullenly.
He was truly trying to control the power within him, the power that constantly impacted and assaulted his mind and brain, driving him into a state of rage. He felt like a powder keg; if provoked, he would likely relapse into his previous violent and frenzied state.
He doesn't want that!
If possible, he would like to rush over to help and beat the deformed Doom together. But the noise of the battle between the two monsters was too great, and just the fluctuation of the energy burst shocked him. At least after this fight, this place will really be completely in ruins.
"Who are they? Who is Wolverine?" Reed and Susan also heard the conversation between Harry and Wolverine. They sensitively sensed something from it and eagerly asked Harry for confirmation.
They couldn't even track the other party's movements, let alone help. If they intervened forcefully, they would be no better than Ben, who was tough and sturdy, and might become a burden and a nuisance. So, while Reed distractedly watched a dark area rumbling somewhere, he extracted the information he wanted from Harry.
"The one who came to take me back." Big Harry looked at Reed, hesitated for a moment, and finally answered. In the past year, he had witnessed Reed's talent for research and invention. His brain was like Stark's in another world, and his desire and inspiration for invention were even stronger than Stark's.
At least from the comparison point of view, the previous Stark was somewhat biased, but Reed can be called an all-rounder.
Harry believed that such a person should be valued and recruited by the Space-Time Administration. His talent was simply limited by this world. If he could be given a larger stage and allowed to see a wider world, his achievements would be even greater.
At least it shouldn't be worse than Stark and Banner.
If he could be brought to Osborn, then when he grew up, Osborn would gain an inventive genius who could match Stark. This was the biggest gap between Osborn and Stark.
They didn't have a chief scientist who could rival the inventive geniuses like Stark, which greatly limited Osborn's development and forced him to rely on S.H.I.E.L.D.
Stark relies on his own inventions and those of Dr. Banner to live a more comfortable life than other giants, and has more say in places like S.H.I.E.L.D.
At least saving a large amount of technology patent expenses will be enough for Stark to be far ahead in accumulation.
Both Hebron and S.H.I.E.L.D. favor companies that have their own technologies and inventions, and they also favor those who have their own unique technologies.
Although giants such as Osborn were able to cooperate with SHIELD and even obtain some of the technologies eliminated or even authorized by Hyperion through SHIELD, that was only due to various considerations and Nick's help.
In reality, the giants have already accomplished part of their mission. While they remain a behemoth, that's only due to their sheer size and manufacturing power. In terms of accumulation alone, some streamlined individual research labs might have more resources on hand than the giants.
There will always be talented yet rebellious individuals who refuse to work for giants. Perhaps in the past, they were constrained by funding, equipment, and other issues, forcing them to curry favor with giants and business owners. But now, with the support of Data Dimension and Haibolun, truly talented individuals can find a way to thrive in this new scientific research environment. The best among them can even forge partnerships with major giants on their own.
For example, if a small research laboratory uses Data Dimension to assist in developing a technology that some giants need, it can then authorize Data Dimension and Haibolun to endorse the authenticity of the technology, and then bargain with the giants and ultimately choose one of them, or authorize all of them, to earn some patent fees for a limited period of time.
They also accept custom research assignments from major companies. With a certain level of investment, if they develop the technology a giant needs early, not only will all R&D expenses be reimbursed, but they will also receive generous compensation. Of course, other conditions can also apply, such as a share of profits after the technology is applied.
Once technological dominance is transferred, the monopoly of these giants will be greatly weakened. Even if they remain powerful, they are far from their former peak. Of course, this does not mean that the giants' power or influence has declined. Their importance and power are increasing. However, their responsibilities and styles have been forced to undergo significant changes in response to the changing environment.
They are now more like a technology aggregator, forming a platform and supply partnership with many laboratories and talented researchers from all over the universe.
Stark, with both Tony Stark and Bruce Banner as its banners, still managed to attract considerable attention from researchers. At least they understood the technology and had a certain kind of idol appeal. Therefore, as the two main brands of Stark Industries, their reputation and interest among various R&D groups were far ahead of the major players.
Therefore, Big Harry had always been very tolerant and supportive of Reed, and he was not stingy in instilling some knowledge that did not need to be kept secret in his conversations. Now it was almost time to reap the fruits of his labor.
As for whether Reed is willing to live in another world?
Harry had no doubt about this. Who could resist an inventor's paradise? That kind of environment and atmosphere, as well as the existence of the data dimension, had a fatal attraction for someone like Reed.
If they couldn't bear to leave Susan and the others behind, they could be taken along as a team. Harry was happy to provide some proof and help, and even make some advance investment.
"Remember psychic technology? It comes from my world, and it's just the tip of the iceberg. There's a collection of technologies from the entire universe, and even the multiverse, as well as countless geniuses in invention, and an unparalleled data dimension that is regarded as the supreme aid by inventors. When the trouble is resolved, maybe I can take you there to see and feel it when I go home." Harry baited Reed and the others.
Reed was a little moved by the world Harry described. But before he could express his feelings, a familiar figure flew over and collided with Ben, sending them flying backwards together.
"How are you?"
Seeing Wolverine, with several deep wounds on his chest that reached the bone and exposed his internal organs, shaking his head and supporting himself with his hands, Reed forgot what he wanted to say. This kind of injury would basically be fatal to a human.
"I'm fine. But the other party seems to be completely crazy." Wolverine touched his head, spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, and looked into the darkness with serious eyes.
The lives and emotions of the soldiers were drained away, and they turned into dried corpses falling to the ground, undergoing silent changes under the pollution.
Doom, having absorbed the final despair and hatred of at least thousands of soldiers, was now beginning to lose control of his conscious mind. Perhaps it was because he had chosen this evolutionary path, one that rapidly increased his strength but inevitably led to contamination, that Doom's mind and consciousness had already been subtly altered.
Sooner or later he would reach this stage of chaos and madness.
This stage could have been delayed, or even controlled. But facing Wolverine's pressure, the frantic, deformed Doom threw everything into a desperate attempt to evolve to a deeper level.
While the despair and hatred of those soldiers gave him great strength, they also madly attacked his already shaky sanity. In the end, the string of his sanity was stretched so tight that it was close to the limit.
His stubborn arrogance and self-conceit could no longer help him suppress his other emotions as before.
With his remaining sanity, Doom released his excessive spiritual energy, along with the pollution in his heart.
A massive dark creature emerged from nothing, shaped from the corpses of the soldiers, shaped by a rich psychic energy. It resembled a giant in the darkness, its raised scythe and a single, massive eye imbued with mad will visible only. Countless black phantoms, like kelp, drifted dimly in the darkness behind it.
Having released the excessive despair and darkness within him, Doom finally regained some sanity. Even his severely deformed body regained some human form. This was a filtering method he had devised based on his knowledge and information about psychic energy. He channeled power beyond his capacity, blended it with the chaotic and mad will that affected his sanity, and fashioned a vessel to carry his madness.
This method wasn't perfect, and the best results were achieved only in the first one or two attempts. The more times you tried, the less severe the effect. But it was at least the best filtering method he could currently achieve.
"Wow, this is great!" Seeing the huge one-eyed monster, Bech, who had been watching the show nearby, stood on tiptoe and shouted excitedly. She looked at the forbidden ball in her hand that imprisoned Ragnaros, and then looked at the one-eyed black shadow that could give people strong emotional resonance and contamination at a glance. She felt that she needed to find a companion for her Ragnaros.
As for the despair and death embodied in the one-eyed creature, Becky simply ignored it. Having been fed psychic fluid by Luke since childhood, she was highly resistant to the negative effects of psychic energy.