Chapter 111: Wakanda Exposed, Black Panther T'ChallaComes to New York to Investigate
The wind on the terrace carried a salty, briny scent.
That was the water vapor pouring in from the Hudson River, shattered into freezing fog at an altitude of several hundred meters.
T'Challa pressed one hand against the floor, and his five Vibranium sharp claws left five bone-deep scratches on the expensive non-slip tiles.
Sparks splashed against the edge of his mask and quickly extinguished.
Behind him, four members of the Okoye Royal Guard spread out in a fan shape, their Vibranium spears pointing diagonally at the ground, the tips spitting out a faint purple glow.
This kind of light represented supreme force in Wakanda, but against the backdrop of New York's neon lights, it looked somewhat out of place.
"Aaron Parker."
T'Challa slowly stood up, his black nano-suit undulating along his muscle lines, exuding a mercury-like texture.
He did not take off his mask, and the voice coming from the loudspeaker was heavy and suppressed.
"In Wakanda's code, stealing and desecrating the sacred metal is a capital offense."
...
Half an hour ago.
New York, an abandoned cold storage in the Brooklyn district.
The air floated with a moldy frozen meat smell, the fluorescent tubes hissed, and the light was dim and yellow as if soaked in soy sauce.
Ulysses Klaw was sitting on a wooden crate, struggling to unscrew a bottle of whiskey with his prosthetic limb equipped with a sonic cannon.
One of his legs was broken, snapped raw by some extremely fast shadow.
"Hey, buddy, I said, I only have these few pieces left in stock!"
Klaw shouted at the shadow, his voice carrying the roar of a trapped beast.
"All those high-purity ones were bought out by a madman called 'Heavenly Court Group', and I couldn't refuse the price they offered!"
A black figure walked out of the shadow.
Every step T'Challa took, the sound of his leather boots stepping on the ice slag was even.
He didn't talk nonsense, his right hand thrust out abruptly, precisely locking Klaw's throat.
"Click."
Klaw's prosthetic limb let out a sharp electronic screech, trying to launch a sonic pulse.
T'Challa exerted force with his fingertips, and his Vibranium sharp claws directly severed the conductive lines of the prosthetic limb.
He stared at Klaw's face full of fear.
"Where is he?"
...
T'Challa ran amok on the streets of New York for a full two hours.
The way he looked at this city was like looking at an uncivilized primitive village.
Although there were skyscrapers reaching into the clouds and flickering LED screens here.
But in the eyes of the prince of Wakanda, these civilizations relying on outdated electricity and gunpowder weapons were as fragile as a castle made of sand.
He wore the panther claw battle suit and ran on the vertical outer wall of the building.
The Police on the roadside couldn't even see his afterimage, only feeling a fierce wind pressure sweeping past.
He investigated Aaron.
In Wakanda's intelligence network, this teenager's resume was as clean as a blank sheet of paper.
Until the last three months, Pym Technologies merged, Stark closed his doors, and Oscorp changed its name.
All clues pointed to this penthouse apartment.
What T'Challa found even more unacceptable was that his Vibranium sensor was about to overload and explode here.
"Stark is a Genius, but he doesn't understand awe."
T'Challa stood on the terrace, the purple energy level on his chest slowly pulsating.
He turned his head and stared at Vision, who was holding a rag and carefully wiping the wind chimes.
"Hand over that body, and Wakanda can forgive your previous offense."
...
Aaron sank into the velvet sofa.
He was just about to let the Red Queen pull up the latest comedy movie, when the terrace was smashed into a pit by a few guys wearing "black leather clothes".
He looked down at the empty cola can at his feet, and then at T'Challa's purplish glowing panther eyes.
"Wakanda?"
Aaron flicked away a crumb of nuts on his fingertips.
"Heard of it, they sell ores."
He yawned, and his body slid down another section along the curve of the sofa.
"But this is New York, not your mining field."
Aaron tilted his head and pointed at the gem on Vision's forehead that was still making a faint humming sound.
"That thing looks pretty hanging there, I don't plan to change its place."
"This is not a negotiation with you."
T'Challa's footsteps rushed forward fiercely.
The kinetic energy of him stepping on the floor was instantly absorbed by the battle suit, and then transformed into a circle of purple Impact.
"Bang!"
The hard floor tiles were shaken into powder, and T'Challawas like a black cannonball, his sharp claws heading straight for Aaron's throat.
The air was torn apart alive in front of the sharp claws, stirring up a sharp whistling sound.
Aaron didn't move.
He didn't even take his hands out of his pockets.
"Wanda, don't let him dirty the carpet."
Aaron's voice was very flat, without a trace of anger.
"Hum—"
A red ripple abruptly appeared three centimeters in front of Aaron.
T'Challa's sharp claws collided with the red light, like hitting a concrete wall thick enough to cause despair.
The purple energy exploded wildly in the collision, but failed to shake even that thin layer of red light.
T'Challa was pushed back to his original place by the recoil force, his boots dragging two long scratches on the marble.
"This kind of magic..."
T'Challa stabilized his figure, his chest rising and falling violently.
Okoye behind him suddenly took a step forward, her Vibranium spear horizontal, the tip aimed at Aaron.
"Your Majesty, this is not just magic, he is modifying the gravity here."
T'Challa took a deep breath.
He felt that his battle suit was emitting a slight humming sound.
That was the physiological "fear" produced by the nano-insects when facing a higher-Rank energy level suppression.
"Aaron Parker, do you think this is the peak of civilization?"
T'Challa's voice cooled down, and he pressed a hidden button on his arm guard.
"Wakanda possesses the most cutting-edge technology on Earth, and we control the key to evolution."
He pointed at the city under his feet, his tone revealing a deep arrogance.
"Everything here is nothing more than dirt in our eyes."
"Return the Vibranium, otherwise, Wakanda's fury will burn through Manhattan."
Aaron finally stood up.
He was barefoot, stepping on the somewhat cool floor.
That lazy aura disappeared completely in this instant.
Instead, it was a sense of oppression that made the air in the entire apartment stop flowing.
He walked up to T'Challa; the two were about the same height, but the aura on Aaron's body gave the Black Panther the illusion that he was facing an ancient Dragon.
"Technology center?"
Aaron chuckled.
He extended his right hand, his index finger pointing gently across the air towards T'Challa's chest.
"Red Queen, cut off the connection rights of these pieces of scrap iron."
"Okay, Master."
The Red Queen's phantom appeared behind Aaron.
Her small hand pressed in the Void Realm.
A subtle, dark red logical pulse, following Aaron's fingertips, instantly plunged into the Black Panther's battle suit.
"Sizzle!"
T'Challa's chest suddenly burst open with a cluster of purple electric sparks.
He discovered in horror that those originally docile and agile nanorobots were frozen into stone at this moment.
The battle suit was no longer the armor protecting him.
Instead, it turned into a completely locked metal coffin weighing hundreds of pounds.
The magnetic field was reversing wildly.
Vibranium's energy-absorbing property turned into repellency in this very second.
"Crack!"
T'Challa's leg joints were forcibly twisted.
Amidst a series of fine mechanical meshing sounds, his body was completely out of control.
"Bang!"
The Black Panther's noble body knelt heavily in front of Aaron.
The sound of knees hitting the floor was crisp enough to spread through the entire living room.
A layer of dim ash flowed across the surface of his battle suit, and all the purple light disappeared completely.
T'Challa wanted to raise his head.
But he found that his neck was also locked tightly by the magnetic field.
He knelt there just like that.
Like a powered-off, comical metal statue.
"Kneel steady."
Aaron looked down condescendingly at that leopard-headed mask.
"Don't talk about any evolution in my living room."
"Listening to it is annoying."
Chapter 112: Is Vibranium Strong? Blind Box Drops Adamantium Plus Uru Metal
The wind on the terrace stopped.
This stillness was eerie, as if the molecules in the air had their feet pinned down by some heavy weight.
T'Challa knelt on the ground, behind his black nano-mask, his breathing sounding like a pulled bellows.
"Creak."
That was the Vibranium suit groaning.
The nanobots desperately tried to reorganize, but were locked dead in the cracks by a dark red piece of logic.
T'Challa's fingertips were trembling.
He tried to support his body, but that gravity wasn't pressing on his shoulders, it was pressing on every single cell.
Okoye's pupils trembled slightly, and the spear in her hand let out a hum.
She wanted to step forward, but the soles of her feet felt like they were glued to the stone slab.
Aaron walked leisurely in front of T'Challa with his hands in his pockets.
He lowered his head, looking at the armor shimmering with a purple gloss.
"Is this what Wakanda relies on?"
Aaron stretched out two fingers and gently tapped on the Black Panther's shoulder guard.
"Thud."
The sound was heavy, carrying a unique energy-absorbing feedback of metal.
But in Aaron's eyes, this sound exuded a sense of shabbiness.
"Energy absorption. Energy conduction. Claimed to be the hardest and most versatile metal in the entire Universe."
Aaron sneered, his fingertips gliding across those purple patterns.
"You guys have guarded a piece of garbage that fell from the sky for thousands of years."
"Guarding it to the end, even your brains have become as hard as this stone."
T'Challa suddenly raised his head, squeezing out a low roar from his throat.
"It is a gift from the gods!"
"It allowed Wakanda to build a civilization in the wilderness!"
"A greedy Mortal like you simply doesn't understand its sanctity!"
Aaron sighed and took out a newly unboxed blind box crystal from his pocket.
The crystal was pure black, with no gloss on the surface, looking like an abyss that swallowed light.
Without looking at T'Challa, he said to the air on his own.
"Red Queen, open the eyes of this 'people of the gods'."
"Okay, Master."
The holographic red figure danced on the marble tabletop.
[Ding! Detected that the host completed the "Initial Suppression of the Wakanda Royal Family" achievement.]
[Hidden reward distributed: Supreme Metal FusionPackage (Limited).]
[Fusion content: Original Adamantium (100%) + Top-tier Uru Metal (100%).]
[Obtained product: Hunyuan Gold.]
The black crystal in Aaron's hand suddenly melted.
Like a boiling ball of mercury emitting a dark silver glow.
It flowed between Aaron's fingertips, yet had no temperature.
The static electricity in the air surged instantly, and Okoyefelt her hair standing on end strand by strand.
That was Uru Metal automatically sensing the magicpulses around it.
"Adamantium, absolute stable molecular structure, the ceiling of physical hardness in this World."
Aaron stared at that mass of liquid metal at his fingertips, his tone casual.
"Coupled with the Uru Metal that the old men of Kamar-Taj dream of, perfect magic conductivity."
He rubbed his fingers slightly.
That mass of liquid cooled and solidified within a few seconds.
Finally, it turned into a slender...
Needle.
Or rather, a perfunctorily shaped toothpick.
Dark silver throughout, the surface shimmering with dark patterns similar to Nebula that made one's spine chill.
"What do you call this?"
T'Challa stared at that toothpick, and although the mask isolated his sight, he could feel a sharpness that could cut open retinas.
That sharpness didn't come from a blade, but from the hierarchical suppression of matter itself.
"Toothpick."
Aaron pinched this "Hunyuan Gold" toothpick and scraped it against his thumb nail.
"Wakanda's Vibranium is very strong, right?"
He turned around and looked at the stealth fighter outside the terrace.
The "Royal Talon", Wakanda's top-tier aircraft.
It hovered mid-air, built with a Vibranium keel, and its surface was covered with an energy defense field sufficient to withstand micro nuclear bombs.
That layer of purple light shield flickered with a charming sense of technology in the night.
A glimmer of hope flashed in Okoye's eyes.
As long as the fighter launched a volley and the defense field could hold out for a second, they could evacuate.
"Watch closely."
Aaron flicked his hand casually.
He didn't even use Chaos Magic, nor did he use much physical strength.
It was just like throwing away a piece of waste paper.
That dark silver toothpick cut through the air.
There was no sound of breaking the air.
Because it moved too fast, even the resistance of the air didn't have time to be generated.
"Hiss."
Faint, like the sound of a needle tip piercing the surface of water.
In mid-air, that layer of purple energy field claimed to be able to bounce off all physical impacts...
Shattered.
It wasn't a large-scale collapse, but with the toothpick as the center, the entire force field instantly shattered into pieces.
Those high-frequency vibrating energy streams, the moment they touched the "Hunyuan Gold", unexpectedly acted like encountering a magnet.
Being forcibly absorbed, devoured, and then torn apart.
The toothpick didn't pause at all.
It crashed into the port-side armor of the "Royal Talon" fighter.
There were three layers of composite Vibranium plates, thick enough to withstand a direct hit from two ground-to-ground missiles.
"Puff."
The sound was crisp.
Like a red-hot iron rod poking into a piece of tofu.
In front of the Hunyuan Gold, the hard Vibranium armor didn't provide even a millisecond of resistance.
The toothpick penetrated the port side.
Penetrated the main console.
Penetrated the power reactor.
Finally, it drilled out from the starboard tail of the fighter.
Bringing out a string of dark red, short-circuiting electric sparks.
"Boom!"
The fighter shook violently, and the alarm sounded clearly even at a height of several hundred meters.
The stealth System flickered on and off like a broken fluorescent lamp.
Finally, the entire priceless fighter lost its balance and fell spinning.
Aaron crooked his fingers.
The toothpick drew an arc in the air and flew back to his fingertips.
It was spotless, not even tainted with a shred of gunpowder smoke.
Right in front of T'Challa, he used this toothpick that pierced through the fighter to pick his teeth.
"You see, I said, it's made of tofu."
Aaron walked in front of T'Challa and bent down.
He pressed the toothpick right against the center of the Black Panther's chest armor.
"Hiss—"
Without exerting force, merely by the weight of the toothpick itself.
It sank right in.
T'Challa's proud Black Panther suit that could withstand indiscriminate bullet fire...
At this moment, it was like a cheap plastic film.
The dark silver tip pierced the nano layer, leaving a tiny red dot on the skin of T'Challa's chest.
A drop of blood oozed out along the grain of the toothpick.
T'Challa felt his heart stop beating for that second.
It was not just physical fear.
It was the tall wall named "Wakanda's Faith" collapsing crashingly deep inside his brain.
He looked at the tiny thing on his chest.
It was not much thicker than a hair.
Yet it ended all his illusions about Vibranium maintained for decades.
Okoye's spear fell to the ground with a clatter.
She knelt on the ground, the totem on her face looking dusty in the cold wind.
She looked at the crashing fighter in mid-air.
That was the Peak of Wakanda's technology.
Now, it was destroyed by a...
Toothpick.
"This is unscientific..."
T'Challa's voice was trembling, the sweat under the mask mixed with blood flowing into his mouth.
He felt his Soul was stripped bare at this moment.
"This is impossible..."
He lowered his head to look at the red dot sunken into the chest armor.
The two wisps of purple light in the depths of his eyes flickered on and off, like a dying candle about to go out at any time.
"Vibranium is the strongest in the entire Universe!"
He roared, but his voice was as hoarse as a leaf dried by the wind.
"This is a divine grace! How could it be by this kind of thing..."
Aaron took back the toothpick and pinched it casually.
The Hunyuan Gold turned back into a mass of flowing silver water, seeping into his skin.
He looked down condescendingly at this collapsed king.
In his eyes, there was only pity as if looking at primitives.
"The grace the gods gave you is simply because they haven't seen anything better."
Aaron turned around and walked towards the sofa.
"Red Queen, sweep the terrace clean."
"Especially the residues of those so-called 'miracles'."
T'Challa sat paralyzed on the floor tiles.
He looked at the claw blades on his hands.
Those once unbreakable Sharp Weapons looked at this moment...
Unexpectedly.
So.
Ridiculous.
"This is impossible... Vibranium is the strongest in the entire Universe!"
Chapter 113 T'Challa's worldview collapses; Wakanda's technology is like that of primitives in front of Aaron.
The cracks on the terrace were still letting the wind seep out.
T'Challa knelt on the cold floor tiles.
He tried to prop up his arms, and the knuckle joints inside his black gloves emitted a cracking sound.
The suit's power supply was cut off.
The nanites that were once as agile as a second skin now felt as heavy as hundreds of pounds of lead blocks.
He looked up through the infrared holes of his mask.
Aaron was holding a can of cola, his thumb hooked on the pull tab.
Hiss.
The sound of the gas spraying out was very crisp.
"Kneeling and watching the stars is meaningless."
Aaron tilted his head back and took a sip, his Adam's apple moving.
He gently tapped his toe on the ground.
Red Chaos energy crawled along the gaps in the floor tiles, like several dark red snakes.
T'Challa felt the gravity beneath his feet suddenly disappear.
The originally hard marble floor began to spin and collapse like melted chocolate.
A low-pitched sonic boom echoed in his ears.
In less than a second.
Cold.
A wind carrying the smell of engine oil and ozone rushed toward his face.
T'Challa found himself sitting in the center of a huge metal disk.
The surrounding walls were painted with silver-gray paint, and the lights were dazzlingly cold.
This was the secret laboratory beneath the apartment.
It was also the true core of the Heavenly Court Group.
"This is... underground?"
T'Challa supported himself on the disk and stood up, his voice trembling slightly.
He glanced back.
That terrace from just now had disappeared, replaced by densely packed server racks.
"Welcome to modern society."
Aaron casually placed the cola can on a levitating induction platform.
Sensing the weight, the platform automatically extended several tiny mechanical arms to steady the cola can for him.
"Your Majesty!"
Inside the suit's mask, Shuri's voice suddenly sounded.
The signal was somewhat chaotic, accompanied by a static electrical sound.
"I lost your coordinate just now, satellite surveillance showed that you disappeared in Manhattan!"
T'Challa pressed the communicator on the side of his helmet.
"Shuri, forget about the satellites. Try to hack into the internal network here and see where we are."
"Trying... cracking."
Shuri's voice became fanatical, accompanied by the clicking sound of fingertips tapping on a virtual keyboard.
"I see it, the firewall structure here is very strange. Wait... this kind of algorithm..."
Snap.
In the Void Realm at the center of the laboratory, the Red Queen's holographic image suddenly popped out.
She was wearing a dark red dress, holding a folding fan in her hand and gently fanning it.
"Little girl from Wakanda, eavesdropping on other people's family matters is not polite."
The Red Queen's small hand swept across the air.
A light blue screen unfolded in front of T'Challa.
On the screen, Shuri's face, filled with astonishment, was facing the camera.
She was staying in Wakanda's science tower, which claimed to be the most advanced in the world.
The surroundings were full of flashing Vibranium devices.
"You... who are you? How can you reverse-locate my terminal?"
A wisp of blue smoke came out of the tablet computer in Shuri's hand, and the screen went black directly.
"I am the Red Queen. The housekeeper here."
The Red Queen curled her lips, closed her folding fan, and pointed to a row of transparent cabinets by the wall.
"I heard your proud technology is invisibility?"
Several small balls were neatly arranged in the cabinet.
Less than three centimeters in diameter, the shell was made of a certain translucent frosted material.
"Wakanda's invisibility barrier essentially uses Vibraniumto change the refractive index of light."
Aaron walked up to the cabinet and casually took out a small ball.
"This approach is too clumsy. It's like covering oneself with a thick cotton quilt."
Aaron pressed his finger on the small ball.
Hum.
A vibration of extremely high frequency dispersed.
T'Challa froze.
He saw Aaron's hand disappear.
Then came the arm.
Finally, the entire person.
It wasn't the blurry ghost image of light distortion, but complete nothingness.
In his suit radar, the signal in front of him became a complete blank.
No heat.
No air movement.
Even the mass sensing returned to zero.
"We dug a hole at the spatial level and hid ourselves inside."
Aaron's voice came out from the Void Realm.
Immediately afterward, he reappeared, still pinching that small ball in his hand.
"You guys are still playing optical magic, while we are already playing spatial hide-and-seek."
Shuri on the other end of the screen stood up abruptly, knocking over the coffee cup by her hand.
The dark liquid spilled all over the floor.
"This is impossible... Space folding technology requires stellar-level energy support!"
"You mean this?"
Aaron pointed to a small jar at the top of the laboratory.
The jar was only the size of a thermos flask, and golden liquid flowed inside the transparent wall tubes.
The liquid was slowly rotating, and the core was so bright that people couldn't look directly at it.
"Miniature stellar energy. Or rather, an artificial Sun."
Aaron casually grabbed an abandoned welding rod and tapped on the edge of the jar.
"Wakanda relies on Vibranium veins for energy. If the mines are dug out, you guys will also return to the Stone Age."
"We can use an energy core the size of a grain of corn to maintain the operation of this building for a hundred years."
Aaron looked at T'Challa.
"T'Challa, you think I sell ores, but actually I do wholesale."
T'Challa's breathing became heavy.
He looked at those devices beyond his cognition.
Every single one radiated a sense of advancement that drove him to despair.
His proud panther claws and Vibranium suit looked like bronze ware in a museum here.
"And this. Didn't you want to retreat just now?"
Aaron pointed to a door at the end of the laboratory.
The door frame was dark silver, with a layer of grayish mist in the middle.
"Sorcerer Supreme Gu Yi taught me some interesting things. The Red Queen turned it into an automated program."
Aaron waved at the door.
"Dimensional jump. As long as the coordinates are given accurately, I can directly move your throne here."
The gray mist rolled.
On the other side of the door, snow-covered mountains appeared.
That was the Himalayas.
The piercing cold wind overflowed from the crack of the door, blowing T'Challa's suit into a clicking freezing sound.
T'Challa took two steps back.
He felt his legs somewhat weak, which was a sense of powerlessness after his worldview was completely crushed.
He had always thought Wakanda was the strongest isolated island on the surface.
Now he found that he was just sitting at the bottom of a well, feeling smug toward a piece of sky the size of a well lid.
Shuri inside the screen became completely quiet.
She stared dead at that miniature stellar energy jar.
The Vibranium parts that she originally regarded as treasures slipped and fell to the floor, making a harsh, crisp sound.
"What on earth... do you want?"
T'Challa's voice was hoarse.
He took off the panther head mask, revealing his face covered in cold sweat.
His eyes were extremely red, and his nails sank into the flesh of his palms.
"I said it long ago, I just want quiet."
Aaron took back that can of cola and drank the last gulp.
"But if the neighbors always want to come over and smash my door, I don't mind buying all their yards."
Ding.
The laboratory's communication System suddenly sounded.
An aged and majestic voice, carrying a helpless sigh, came out from the speaker.
"T'Challa, stop."
The screen flashed.
An old man wearing gorgeous robes appeared in the image.
That was Wakanda's old king, T'Chaka.
He sat on his throne, with the guards behind him lowering their heads.
T'Chaka's hands trembled on the armrests, and his aged face was carved with the traces of time.
He had witnessed everything that happened just now with his own eyes.
Those black technologies enough to destroy Wakanda tens of millions of times.
"Mr. Parker."
T'Chaka looked at Aaron, his eyes revealing an unprecedented solemnity and compromise.
"Wakanda is willing to pay compensation for the previous offense."
The old king stood up, his spine making a faint sound.
He looked at his son who had completely collapsed, and then looked at Aaron outside the screen.
"I will personally set off for New York."
T'Chaka's voice echoed in the silent laboratory.
"With the ownership of Wakanda. Go and sign that... surrender agreement with you."
The old king behind the screen, at that very moment.
It was as if all the strength in his body had been sucked away, and he collapsed back onto the throne.
Chapter 114: Black Panther Bows, Wakanda Becomes Aaron's Backyard
The nib glided across the parchment.
The rustling sound echoed in the empty council hall.
TChaka's fingers were somewhat withered, the skin at the joints poking up and turning white.
He wrote extremely slowly, every stroke feeling as though he were dragging a heavy stone.
"Snap."
The dark red sealing wax was applied.
The panther-head seal was pressed down heavily, an irregular circle of residual red overflowing at the edges.
The old king closed his eyes, and the rhythm of his rising and falling chest became disordered.
He pushed the scroll of agreement to the other end of the long table.
Aaron leaned against the stone chair that originally belonged to Wakanda's God of War seat.
He crossed his legs, the toe of his right foot hooking a hand-sewn leather boot, swaying lazily.
He didn't look at the agreement, just stared at his fingernails.
A tiny speck of aged dust from the pages had gotten on them earlier while flipping through ancient texts.
"Put it away, Red Queen."
Aaron bent his knuckles and tapped twice on the stone table.
The holographic projection's small red dress swayed, and the Red Queen's small hand swept across, turning the agreement into a string of golden code.
"Receipt confirmed. Wakanda's mining rights, forestry rights, and population management jurisdiction have been merged into Tianting Group."
The Red Queen's voice was clear, exuding a coldness like metallic impact.
T'Challa stood in the shadow of the doorpost.
He had taken off his battle suit, wearing only a black linen short-sleeved shirt.
His palms had four purple pits pinched out by his fingernails.
He stared at the gap in the floor, where a bright purple Vibranium shimmer flowed.
Once, that was the royal power he was proud of, but now this light seemed to mock his incompetence.
"Don't pull a long face, T'Challa."
Aaron stood up, stretched, and his joints made a cracking sound.
"I said, I'm just here to change environments. The air here is better than that engine oil smell in New York."
He patted TChaka's shoulder, and the old king's body stiffened slightly.
Wakanda's back mountain, the Vibranium meteorite crater.
This was the hardest heart on this Planet.
The deep purple veins spread downwards along the rock wall, like a huge lung breathing slowly.
Aaron stood at the edge of the cliff, the hot wind messing up his hair.
"Too monotonous."
Aaron took a porcelain bottle out of his pocket.
That was the reward he had just opened from the blind box: [Top-grade Immortal Plant Seed · Dragon Blood Ginseng].
There were only three seeds in the bottle, dark red all over, exuding the rich fragrance of aged wine.
He waved his hand casually.
The three seeds carved an arc, falling into the center of the most concentrated Vibranium mine pit.
With a point of his fingertips.
The dark red Chaos energy burrowed into the soil along the air.
The originally dead pile of rubble trembled violently.
"Hum—"
A low-frequency vibration burst deep within the earth.
Those deep purple Vibranium Ores seemed to sense some terrifying higher-level will.
The patterns on the surface of the Ores began to distort.
They were no longer rigid solids, but like living snakes, actively gathering towards the seeds.
In less than ten seconds.
Three ginseng plants carved like rubies broke through the soil.
There were golden star patterns on the leaves.
The roots plunged directly into the solid Vibranium vein.
The originally dark purple Vibranium, the moment it came into contact with the Immortal Plant, began to fade in color, turning into a translucent flowing light color.
"This... This exceeds all physical constants!"
Shuri leaned against the guardrail of the observation deck, the tablet computer in her hand screaming.
The stress value on the screen had been pulled into a straight line.
"Vibranium is mutating! Its energy absorption upper limit is disappearing, and it is evolving into another substance!"
Aaron looked down.
These evolved Vibraniums possessed Chaos attributes.
Not only could they absorb energy, but they could also store magic.
"From now on, this place will be my medicine field."
Aaron turned around, ignoring Shuri's expression with her jaw almost dropping to the ground.
In the early morning of Wakanda, the fog was heavy.
T'Challa discovered that the vegetation in the palace garden had grown wildly overnight.
The shrubs that were originally only as tall as a person now stood tall like giant umbrellas several stories high.
The air carried a sweetish coolness.
That was a few wisps of Spiritual Qi that Aaron had casually dispersed.
"He regards this place as a bonsai."
Shuri squatted by the river, staring blankly at a lotus flower in full bloom as big as a plate.
In the center of the lotus flower held a sparkling dewdrop that lingered for a long time.
"Brother, Wakanda is no longer a secret; it has become his backyard."
T'Challa looked into the distance.
Aaron was sitting on the back of a rhinoceros, chewing on a sugarcane in his hand.
He looked like a vacationing tourist, yet the gravity field of the entire city was revolving around him.
Wakanda's laws, weapons, and beliefs were all contained within that gnawed-upon piece of sugarcane residue.
Meanwhile, across the ocean.
Geneva, United Nations Headquarters.
Around the circular conference table sat men with ashen faces.
"Oscorp, Stark, Pym, and now Wakanda has been added."
A representative in a suit and leather shoes slammed the table fiercely.
The porcelain cup on the table jumped, and coffee splashed onto a red-headed top-secret report.
"That boy holds ninety percent of the World's high-tech production capacity in his hands, as well as the hardest bones on this Planet."
"Our satellites can't capture him at all."
Another person tugged at his tie, the collar of his shirt stained yellow by sweat.
"As long as he is willing, he can make the bank card balances of all mankind return to zero in one second."
"This is no longer a threat; it's a disaster."
On the big screen of the conference room, the fleeting battle over the sky of Wakanda was replayed.
The scene of a toothpick piercing a fighter jet was slowed down a hundred times.
But in the eyes of those representatives, it was still as fast as a death sentence.
"We need chains."
In the shadows, an old voice sounded.
"No matter how strong he is, as long as he is still a 'human', he has to abide by human rules."
"If he doesn't abide, then let him become the enemy of all mankind."
A draft named Sokovia Accords was circulated under the dim lights.
The sound of pages turning was as cold as bones rubbing against each other.
Every single clause on it exuded a fear seeping from the bones.
New York, Stark Tower.
In the top-floor laboratory, electric sparks were leaping.
Tony Stark had locked himself inside for three days.
He stared at a fictitious screen in front of him, which was the residual image left by the Red Queen.
He tried to parse it, but could only see a void.
"Sir."
The new artificial intelligence "Friday"'s voice was gentle.
"General Ross is downstairs."
"He refused all security scans and insisted on going to the top floor."
Tony froze for a moment, putting down the wrench in his hand.
The wrench slammed onto the workbench with a clang.
He rubbed his bruised eye sockets.
"Let him up. Exactly, I also want to know what evil scheme those guys in suits are brewing again."
A few minutes later.
The elevator door slid open slowly.
General Ross wore a crisp general's uniform, his collar insignia polished brightly.
He carried a heavy briefcase in his hand, his steps very heavy.
Every step he took on the composite flooring made a dull impact sound.
Aaron had just returned from crossing the portal from Wakanda at this moment.
He was half-lying on the sofa, chewing on grapes peeled by Wanda in his mouth.
"Ross, that suit of yours makes you look ten years older."
Ross ignored Aaron's teasing.
He stopped in front of the long table and took out a thick stack from his briefcase.
The cover was dark blue.
It was printed with the United Nations logo, along with a striking line of large characters:
"Special Agreement on the Supervision and Registration of Superhuman Activities".
"Aaron Parker."
Ross's voice was hoarse, like dragging across a gravel path.
He pushed the agreement forward.
The edge of the agreement scraped across the table, making a harsh friction sound.
"The World does not need a lawless god, only heroes who can be locked in a cage."
Ross stared at Aaron, his knuckles turning white from exertion.
His breathing was very rapid, and the row of medals on his chest trembled slightly with his movements.
Aaron spat out the grape seed.
The grape seed hit the edge of the crystal cup, making a crisp sound.
He raised his head, his black eyes holding no anger, only a play-watching languidness.
General Ross took another step forward.
He pressed down hard on that stack of paper.
Under the immense pressure, a deep fingerprint appeared on the cover of the agreement.
At this moment.
The sensor lights of the entire building flickered once.
The red mist at Wanda's fingertips had already begun to outline ferocious shapes in the air.
Lorna's magnetic field even caused the clasp of the briefcase in Ross's hand to emit an unbearable creaking sound.
Ross stared fixedly at Aaron, his lips moving slightly.
He did not back down.
Because behind him was the malice condensed by the entire World due to extreme fear.
"Sign it."
Ross pushed the agreement forward again.
"Or, declare war on the whole World."
On that stack of heavy paper pages.
The large characters of Sokovia Accords, under the direct glare of the indoor lighting.
Exuded a depressing.
Ghastly white feeling.
At the other end of the agreement.
Aaron's fingers.
Gently touched.
That cold.
Paper surface.
Chapter 115: Sokovia Accords? Whoever dares to make me sign will be made to vanish.
The dark blue file cover reflected a cold light under the illumination.
The United Nations emblem on it was printed exquisitely, and the veins of every olive branch were clearly textured.
Those stacked papers, fully two inches thick, pressed heavily on the marble tabletop.
General Ross's hand pressed on top, with some undried mud still in the gaps of his fingernails, which were traces left behind in the ruins of Nevada.
His nostrils flared and contracted, and his breathing sounded like a broken bellows being pulled in the dead silence of the living room.
"One hundred and seventeen countries."
General Ross raised a finger, his fingertips trembling slightly from excessive force, cutting a rigid arc in the air.
"One hundred and seventeen sovereign countries have signed on it and stamped it with red-clay steel seals."
"Aaron, this is no longer the order of some general; this is the common will of all mankind."
He leaned forward slightly, pressing his upper body toward the table and pushing that stack of heavy papers a few centimeters closer to Aaron.
Aaron remained sunk deep into the velvet sofa.
In his arms, he held half of a freshly cut Wakandawatermelon, and in his hand, he held a narrow silver spoon.
The tip of the spoon swirled in the red watermelon flesh, bringing up a small piece of crystal-clear watery red.
"Slurp."
Aaron swallowed the watermelon, his gaze drifting a bit as he looked past General Ross's shoulders toward the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"One hundred and seventeen?"
Aaron tapped the silver spoon lightly twice against the rim of the cup, the crisp clinking sound interrupting the second half of what General Ross hadn't finished saying.
"The number sounds quite frightening, but the quality of this paper is average, too rough, not suitable for use as a napkin."
General Ross's skin twitched violently, and the veins on his temples wriggled like two small snakes.
He slammed his hand down onto the Accords, his palm and the paper frictioning out a harsh creaking sound.
"This isn't for you to evaluate the paper quality; this is the law!"
"Every superhuman, everyone possessing weapons of mass destruction, must operate within this framework."
"If you don't sign, in the eyes of those one hundred and seventeen countries, you are the next Ultron, a cancer that must be eradicated."
General Ross's voice pitched up by three degrees, and due to exerting too much force, a slightly salty and fishy viscous feeling was brought out in his throat.
He felt plenty of confidence.
After all, what stood behind him this time was not a tank brigade, but the political weight of the entire Earth.
Wanda stood behind the sofa, the red light at her fingertips no longer flickering, but turning into a solemn dark red.
That red light was like a living viscous liquid, sliding down her finger gaps toward the floor.
Because of the overflow of this energy, the carpet on the floor emitted a faint scorched smell.
Lorna also stood up, her hand pressing on the sofa armrest, and at this moment, magnetic induction tightened all the steel bars of the building.
The entire building emitted bursts of fragmented, unbearable creaking sounds.
General Ross felt the floor beneath his feet shaking.
But he didn't back down; he was gambling.
He was gambling that someone like Aaron who enjoyed life wouldn't really go against the entire World for a few sheets of paper.
"Aaron."
Tony Stark's voice came from the elevator entrance.
He wasn't wearing a battle suit, just a black shirt with the collar open, revealing the collarbones inside that appeared pale due to excessive exhaustion.
Tony walked very slowly, every step feeling like he was stepping on nails.
"We need to talk, objectively speaking."
Tony stopped by the table, glanced at General Ross, and then looked at Aaron.
"If these people sit-in at your doorstep, spread fear on the network, and remove your name from the banking System..."
"Even you would find it annoying, right?"
Aaron finally put down that watermelon.
He threw the silver spoon into the melon, the spoon handle swaying left and right and producing a muffled sound.
Aaron stood up.
He wasn't wearing slippers, stepping barefoot on the floor with very light steps, yet giving General Ross the illusion that gravity was shifting.
"Annoying?"
Aaron walked up in front of General Ross.
Separated by the table holding the Accords, there was less than twenty centimeters left between their nose tips.
Aaron could smell the stale tobacco scent on General Ross's body, as well as the sour, stinky sweat secreted due to extreme tension.
"General Ross, do you think that bringing a group of ants holding loudspeakers can command a dragon on how to sleep?"
Aaron reached out his hand.
His movement wasn't fast, but everyone present, including Tony and Captain America with their senses fully open, failed to see his trajectory.
Aaron's fingers gently swiped across that stack of Accords.
"Swish—"
At this moment, the heavy pile of paper seemed to have turned into a soft marshmallow.
Aaron took it in his hand, expertly kneading it into a ball.
Those expensive specialty papers printed with the United Nations official seal and the signatures of heads of state quickly twisted in Aaron's palm.
Crack, crack.
The sound of paper fibers snapping sounded harsh in the silent living room.
That ball of waste paper was finally kneaded by Aaron into a ball the size of a fist.
"You... what do you want to do?"
General Ross's pupils contracted into a single point, and he instinctively wanted to step back, only to find that his legs seemed to be welded to the floor.
Aaron reached out with a grab, directly seizing the collar of General Ross's military uniform.
Those few heavy medals were squeezed and deformed between Aaron's fingers, making an ugly metal twisting sound.
"Since you like this agreement so much, then carry it on your body and remember it at all times."
Aaron suddenly exerted force with one hand, pinching General Ross's jaw.
General Ross's mouth opened involuntarily, and a wheezing intake of breath came from his throat.
Expressionless, Aaron grasped that ball of Accord paper with his right hand and shoved it directly into General Ross's mouth.
"Mmm! Mmph mmph!"
General Ross's eyeballs were about to pop out, his entire face instantly swelling into a purplish-red.
That paper ball was very large, stuffed extremely full, propping his cheeks open to the point of almost splitting.
Aaron let go of his hand, casually patting the dust off General Ross's crisp shoulder badges.
"Go back and tell those little kids who write homework assignments."
Aaron turned around and sat back down in that comfortable single seat.
He picked up the half watermelon again, his tone as calm as if he were talking about today's weather.
"I won't sign. Whoever wants me to sign, I will make them completely disappear from this World."
"Disappear in the physical sense."
Aaron lifted his eyelids, glancing at the fully armed guards who had retreated to the corner.
"If you understand, take this ball of waste paper and get the hell out of my house."
"I don't like seeing this kind of appetite-ruining color scheme when eating watermelon."
General Ross collapsed onto the ground.
He used his hand to desperately dig out the saliva-soaked paper ball from his mouth.
Because the paper ball was too big, a slender bloody split was torn open at the corner of his mouth, and bright red liquid dripped onto the cover of the Accords.
He scrambled up in a sorry state, making painful dry heaving sounds in his throat, completely losing his previous high-spirited demeanor.
Clutching that damp, crumpled ball of paper, not even daring to look at Aaron a second time, he scrambled and stumbled into the elevator.
The second the elevator door closed, his terrified, heavy panting still echoed in the corridor.
In the living room, the air was cold enough to freeze.
Tony Stark leaned against the edge of the bar, the glass of whiskey he was originally holding now covered in cold sweat along its walls.
He looked at Aaron, his Adam's apple rolling violently.
"Aaron... that is the will of all mankind."
Tony's voice was hoarse, every single word spoken extremely slowly.
"You just now... you just now provoked the order of the entire civilization."
"Order?"
Aaron scooped another bite of watermelon.
He pointed downwards at his feet.
"Here, I am the rules."
"If they think order is more important than life, they can drive aircraft carriers over and reason with me."
Aaron turned his head to look at Steve Rogers who had just entered the door.
Captain America was wearing a gray athletic shirt, carrying that Vibranium shield on his back.
His knuckles were white, his fists clenched tightly, and his gaze moved back and forth between the remains of the Accords and Aaron's face.
"I think Aaron is right."
Steve spoke, his voice steady yet carrying a streak of unquestionable stubbornness.
"If we give up the right to choice for the sake of so-called 'management', then we are no different from the tools in the hands of those politicians."
Tony abruptly turned his head, staring at Captain America, his speaking speed startlingly fast.
"Steve, you're too naive!"
"This isn't a matter of rights or not; this is survival!"
"If the whole World treats us like monsters, do you think that shield of yours can protect anyone?"
Tony's fingers waved in the air, stirring up a burst of anxious wind.
"We need supervision! We need a seatbelt!"
"Otherwise next time, it won't just be as simple as Ultronwiping the floor!"
"I disagree."
Steve took a step forward, the shadow covering half of his face.
"Supervision will turn into control, and control will turn into dictatorship."
"Tony, if you sign, you are handing over the control of the battle suit to those bureaucrats who only know how to vote sitting in offices."
"They don't know the cruelty of the battlefield; they only care about ballots."
Between the two of them was that crumpled table.
The light struck down from above, drawing the shadows of the two extremely long and overlapping at the midpoint.
That was a complete rupture.
Tony's shoulders were trembling slightly, which was the anxiety after extreme exhaustion and not being understood.
And Steve stood there, like a piece of immovable granite.
Two completely different wills collided fiercely in Aaron's living room.
No one glanced at the scenery outside the window.
Because they knew, from the moment Aaron shoved that stack of paper into General Ross's mouth,
the balance of this World
had completely
shattered.
The originally unbreakable Avengers
right now in the air was exuding a kind of
called rupture
gunpowder smell.