0:00 In a Marvel universe, awakening in a cave in Afghanistan with a near-death Tony Stark by his side, Lin Xiao felt an unsettling panic. Yet, in the very next moment, a divine sign-in system activated within him. Ding. Host detected at a pivotal moment in the Marvel storyline, the birth of Iron Man. Initial sign-in rewards doubled. Congratulations, host. Sign-in successful. Acquired genius-level engineering knowledge. Complete blueprints for an optimized miniature arc reactor and elementary mastery. While Tony struggled with the creation of a miniature reactor, Lin Xiao effortlessly produced a perfect blueprint optimized tenfold. Tony exclaimed, "You call this just a sketch? Damn, you are the true genius." Ding. You have astonished Tony Stark, earning emotional value 10086. Signing in during the battle in New York, he acquired control over the space stone. Signing in at Asgard, he received godly power of the nine realms. Signing 1:01 in on Titan, he obtained Thanos' original gauntlet, battle-damaged version. When Thanos gathered all the stones and snapped his fingers, only to find the universe unchanged. Lin Xiao had already positioned himself above the river of time, one hand cradling the Tesseract, the other toying with the reality stone. "Apologies, but this reality beneath your feet is under my jurisdiction. Chapter 1, transcending into misery, a hellish beginning. Water. Bring me water." A horse, weak yet undeniably arrogant voice echoed in his ears. Lin Xiao's consciousness was forcibly yanked from a haze, the indistinct colors before him coalescing into clarity. He found himself in a dim, damp cave. The air was thick with the acrid scent of oil, sweat, and some unknown fuel. Not far away, a middle-aged man was feeding water to none other than Tony Stark. The rudimentary electromagnet affixed to Tony's chest, connected to a car battery, flickered with a familiar yet eerie glow under the dim light. This was 2:02 Afghanistan, the birthplace of Iron Man, a hell where countless souls had perished. And here he was, a devoted Marvel official auto who had just watched Iron Man multiple times in theaters, now a hapless captive alongside Tony Stark. He was not merely watching a film. He was ensnared within its narrative. The cold firearms depicted on screen now stood at the cave's entrance, gleaming with lethal glimmers. The terrorists, once mere figments of cinematic imagination, were now outside, fervently shouting in an unintelligible language, each syllable echoing as a death knell. Despair washed over him like a relentless tide, drowning his rationality. And no matter how vivid his memories of the past, they could not shield him from a bullet in this grim reality. "Hey, kid, are you all right?" A gentle voice broke through, belonging to Ethan, the noble scientist who had sacrificed his life to buy time for Tony. Lin Xiao opened his mouth, his throat parched as if ablaze, yet not a word escaped. What could he possibly say? Could he reveal that he knew they would be captives for 3 3:04 months? Could he confess that he knew Ethan would perish here while Tony would don his armored suit and escape? Could he divulge that he knew the leader of the outside group would eventually be defeated by Tony in his upgraded armor? If he spoke, he would be deemed insane. If he remained silent, he might be shot dead during a moment of the terrorist's ire. It was a deadlock, a thoroughly lifeless and hellish commencement. Just as Lin Xiao's heart was engulfed by fear and despair, a cold, emotionless, mechanical voice unexpectedly resonated within his mind. Detecting a strong resonance between the host's soul waves and the current temporal coordinates. Locating dimensional anchor point. Location successful. Dimensional anchor 001. The birth of Mark I dot. Location, Afghanistan, Ten Rings cave dot. Time, during Tony Stark's captivity. Dimensional anchor sign-in system activated. Lin Xiao was momentarily taken aback. A system? The quintessential perk of a time traveler, albeit belated, had finally arrived. He 4:05 was on the verge of tears from overwhelming joy, yet reason quelled this impulse. He simply widened his eyes, concealing the tumult within. This system is a dimensional anchor sign-in system dot. Trigger mechanism, when a host is present at a dimensional anchor point, specific time, specific location, during critical MCU plot events, the system will automatically activate the sign-in task dot. Sign-in rules. 1, basic sign-in. The host merely needs to witness the occurrence of critical plot events to receive guaranteed rewards upon the completion of the plot node. 2, deep participation. The higher the host's participation in the plot, the greater the sign-in rating D, C, B, A, S, SS, SSS, and rewards dot. Lin Xiao's heart raced with exhilaration. This system was tailor-made for him, a seasoned Marvel enthusiast. He possessed the ultimate advantage, his familiarity with the plot. What did he require? He sought the strength to survive, to possess a means of self-preservation in a universe where gods clashed and worlds 5:06 were obliterated. He aimed to navigate the narrative without disrupting its core, leveraging his prior knowledge to enhance his participation. Lin Xiao's gaze transformed instantaneously. The fear and despair were replaced by the fervent flame of ambition. "Stark." The iron door of the cave was wrenched open violently, and a tall, one-eyed man entered. Raza. Behind him trailed several armed henchmen, exuding menace. Raza's gaze swept over the weakened Tony and then contemptuously regarded Lin Xiao, as if appraising an inconsequential insect. "M Y boss holds you in high regard. He wishes for you to recreate a Jericho for us." Raza's voice dripped with an air of unassailable command. Leaning against the wall, Tony panted, yet managed to muster a signature sardonic smile. "I'm an arms dealer, not a baker. I don't take orders, especially in a hellhole like this." Raza's expression darkened. He slowly approached Tony, crouching down, a cruel glint flickering in his eye. "Do you truly believe you have a choice? 6:06 Look at you, the esteemed Tony Stark, now reduced to a mere waste clinging to life through a car battery." His gaze shifted to Lin Xiao, the derision in his expression intensifying. "Then there's you, you yellow-skinned brat. You're hardly worth a battery if your illustrious friend chooses not to cooperate. Tell me, will your head be the first to be pierced by a bullet, or will it be tossed to the wolves?" Lin Xiao's heart tightened. Yet a surge of indignation mingled with exhilaration welled up within him. He recognized that this was the opportune moment to immerse himself in the unfolding narrative. Raising his gaze to meet Raza's, he spoke with the audacity of a fearless novice, his voice clear and resolute. "He will." All eyes converged upon Lin Xiao. Raza appeared momentarily taken aback, seemingly surprised that this terrified Asian youth had the audacity to speak. Tony cast him a bewildered glance. Lin Xiao continued, his voice soft yet imbued with unwavering determination. "He will create for you, but not here, not with this refuse." Then he gestured towards the antiquated 7:07 weapon parts littered within the cave, remnants of Stark Industries. "Provide him with a proper laboratory and the requisite materials, and he can forge something a hundred times more formidable than the Jericho. But with this scrap metal?" Lin Xiao smiled, his expression tinged with just the right amount of disdain. "You will only receive a heap of junk that could potentially blow us all to smithereens." This proclamation was directed partly at Raza and partly at Tony Stark. He was reminding Tony, "Do not forget, you are a genius. You possess the ability to transmute the mundane into the extraordinary." Simultaneously, he was showcasing his own involvement to the system. Ding. Host's first attempt to engage in the narrative detected. Participation level slightly increased. Current sign-in evaluation prediction, D. Indeed, it proved fruitful. Raza's solitary eye narrowed. He had not anticipated that this lad would not only be unafraid, but also dare to negotiate with him. Yet he grasped the crux of Lin Xiao's words. Tony Stark was willing to 8:08 collaborate. That was sufficient. "Very well." Raza rose, his tone icy, "We shall provide materials to the best of our ability. However, the laboratory will remain here. Remember, my patience is finite." With that, he turned and departed, his minions in tow, the iron door slamming shut with a resounding clang. Silence enveloped the cavern once more. Tony Stark regarded Lin Xiao, his expression a complex tapestry of emotions. "Kid, what's your name?" "Lin Xiao." "Lin Xiao." Tony repeated, savoring the name, "You were quite audacious, yet exceedingly foolish. Did you truly believe they would grant us a laboratory?" "Of course not." Lin Xiao replied candidly, "But at the very least, I've secured something for you, haven't I?" "For instance, I made them believe you were genuinely constructing missiles, rather than something else entirely." Tony's eyes sparkled momentarily. He scrutinized Lin Xiao intently. This young man seemed to possess a cleverness beyond his expectations. "Ethan, we need to get to work." Tony refrained from further 9:10 inquiries, commencing to direct Ethan in rummaging through the scrap heap for usable parts. Lin Xiao remained industrious. He understood that the true trial was only just beginning. Chapter 2, the value of a wrench. In the cavern, the incessant sounds of hammering and the crackling of welding filled the air. Tony Stark labored tirelessly, akin to an exhausted beast, conjuring miracles from the heaps of scrap metal. Doctor Ethan stood by, his face a mask of reverence for this genius. Lin Xiao had transformed into the most competent logistical support, refraining from disturbing the two, instead quietly organizing the scattered components, meticulously cleaning the useful tools, and arranging them neatly to the side. This was not only a gesture of goodwill towards Tony, but also a means of keen observation, searching for an opportunity to contribute. Damn it. Tony suddenly smashed a coil onto the ground, producing a dull thud. The power output of the energy core was insufficient. The palladium purity in these scraps was far too low, rendering the energy output exceedingly unstable, incapable of 10:12 supporting the instantaneous activation of the armor. Frustrated, he tugged at his hair. For the first time, the mind of a genius found itself ensnared by material constraints. Ethan's expression mirrored the tension. We have no better materials. Tony, an opportunity arose. Lin Xiao felt a spark of inspiration. He knew that in the film, Tony ultimately resolved this dilemma, but the journey was undoubtedly arduous. If he could lend a hand, he casually strolled over, picked up the damaged coil from the floor, and examined it with feigned curiosity. "Mr. Stark," he inquired naively, "I once read in a science fiction novel that if energy is insufficient, several small batteries can be stacked together. Can't we do something similar here?" "Stack together?" Tony shot him a glance, his tone laced with impatience. "Do you think this is child's play? The addition of energy would create exponential interference, causing it to explode even faster." "Oh." Lin Xiao scratched his head, feigning a sheepish expression of realization, and continued to mutter to himself, "What a pity. I thought it could be layered like a burger, a layer 11:13 of beef, a layer of cheese." "Burger?" The word momentarily halted Tony's actions, a flash of inspiration striking him like a lightning bolt. Of course. Why was he perceiving the energy source as a singular entity? While physical stacking would result in an explosion, what if it were not a physical stacking? What if the energy output were designed to release in a stratified manner? Incrementally increasing in a matrix pattern, just like a multi-layered burger, where each layer serves its own purpose, yet ultimately combines to create a complete flavor. A genius. I am truly a damn genius. Tony's eyes sparkled with intensity as he snatched the coil from Lin Xiao's hand and dashed to the workbench. "Ethan, dismantle the miniature warhead from the Jericho missile. Quickly. I need the guidance chip inside." The entire rhythm of the cave shifted with his fervor. Though Ethan did not fully grasp the reasoning, he promptly complied. Tony seized a sheet of metal and rapidly sketched a groundbreaking circuit diagram with charcoal, muttering, "Layered output. Pulse augmentation. Damn it, just a little more." As he sketched, he 12:14 instinctively extended his hand and shouted, "Wrench. Give me a size 12 wrench." Ethan, engaged in dismantling the warhead on the other side, was too preoccupied to respond. Just as Tony was about to impatiently search for one himself, a cold and hefty metallic object landed perfectly in his palm. It was the size 12 wrench. Tony paused, looking up to see Lin Xiao standing beside him, holding an entire set of freshly organized tools. "I figured you might need this." Lin Xiao grinned, revealing a set of pearly whites. Tony regarded him intently, a complex expression in his eyes, surprise, scrutiny, but predominantly a sense of appreciation, as though the veil had been lifted. He said nothing, simply taking the wrench and immersing himself deeper into his work. Yet Lin Xiao understood that from that moment forth, his significance in the eyes of this genius had irrevocably changed. Ding. The cold, mechanical voice resonated in Lin Xiao's mind like a celestial melody. Detected that the host provided significant impetus for the birth of Mark I through conceptual guidance and 13:15 critical assistance. Dramatic increase in plot participation. Current sign-in evaluation has risen from D to B. Lin Xiao's heart soared with elation. It was effective. Truly effective. "Kid," Tony called out without lifting his gaze. "Yes. You are no longer an expendable burden." His voice retained its characteristic arrogance, but was tinged with a hint of acknowledgement. "From now on, you shall be my chief wrench carrier." Chapter 3, The Final Preparations and Madness. The title of chief wrench carrier, though it sounded like a jest, was a mark of the highest praise in Tony Stark's lexicon. It signified that he had transitioned from being a mere accessory, a potential pawn to be sacrificed, into an indispensable member of the escape plan. The days in the cavern grew increasingly tense, yet orderly. Tony had fully embraced the persona of a mad scientist, his mind operating like an incessant supercomputer, relentlessly optimizing every detail of the cumbersome armor. Dr. Ethan, with his rigorous scientific acumen and extensive experience, transformed Tony's fantastical ideas 14:16 into feasible engineering steps. Meanwhile, Lin Xiao's responsibilities extended far beyond merely passing wrenches. "Hey, wrench kid." Tony, without looking up, pointed at a section of the leg armor undergoing welding. "The layout of the hydraulic system seems off. The energy loss is exceeding my calculations by 3%. Lin Xiao leaned closer, his gaze sweeping over the intricate connections. With Tony's approval, he no longer held back, adopting the perspective of an interested outsider. "Mr. Stark, I'm just a layman, so please don't laugh at me if I'm wrong." He set the stage for himself and pointed to the thickest hydraulic pipeline. "I once watched a documentary about car modifications, and they mentioned that if this main pipeline has too many bends, the pressure can become unstable. Look here. Hasn't it here turned at three right angles? Could we straighten it out a bit and redirect it?" Tony paused, his eyes glinting with revelation as he focused on the area Lin Xiao indicated. Indeed, he had been preoccupied with micro-optimizations of the circuitry, neglecting the fundamental macro layout. In an effort to accommodate the space 15:17 for the integrated weapon systems, he had subconsciously allowed the pipeline to follow a zigzag pattern. If Lin Xiao was correct, straightening the pipeline might encroach slightly on ammunition space, yet the resulting increase in hydraulic efficiency would significantly enhance the armor's instantaneous explosive power. "A documentary?" Tony shot him a glance, snorting with amusement. "You really do watch a lot of nonsensical things." While his words conveyed disdain, his actions were sincere. As he immediately began redesigning the pipeline layout. Ding. The host optimized the hydraulic system of Mark I's legs through layman's suggestions, resulting in a slight increase in plot participation. Current sign-in evaluation forecast, B. As he watches the evaluation steadily rise, Lin Xiao feels invigorated. Days pass, and the heap of scrap metal in the cave is visibly transforming into a grotesque humanoid monstrosity. It is rough, unsightly, with jagged welds. Yet within that metallic frame lies the roar of freedom and the embryonic form of a superhero. Tony Stark has lost 16:18 considerable weight, his eyes sunken, yet they shine brighter, reminiscent of the pulsating arc reactor in his chest. One day, the iron door of the cave is violently yanked open. Raza strides in with a few subordinates, his impatience nearly spilling over. "Stark, my boss has been waiting for nearly 3 months. Where's your Jericho?" Raza's single eye scans the armor that has begun to take shape, filled with skepticism and menace. Tony wipes the grease from his hands, lazily leaning against the armor, offering a weary smile. "Big guy, everything takes time, doesn't it? Precision instruments cannot be rushed." "Precision instruments?" Raza scoffs, stepping forward to rap on the heavy chest plate, producing a dull thud. "This doesn't appear very precise." "Appearance is merely a facade." Lin Xiao steps in at the right moment, having become the spokesperson for the team. He points to a device on the armor's arm that resembles a launcher, beginning to concoct an elaborate tale. "Mr. Raza, observe here. This is our multi-target automatic locking system. Once launched, the micro warheads will 17:20 disperse, targeting all heat sources within a 50-m radius. We call it the rain of goddesses." He gestures towards the armor's legs. "And here, we have installed an electromagnetic absorption stabilizer, allowing missiles to launch from any rugged terrain, ensuring absolute precision. This employs Stark Industries' most advanced technology, a significant challenge to implement with this scrap." Raza appears momentarily taken aback. Although he lacks technical expertise, terms like automatic locking and electromagnetic absorption 18:10 [Music] 19:50 >> Although he lacks technical expertise, terms like automatic locking and electromagnetic absorption sound impressive. He gazes at Lin Xiao with a mix of skepticism and intrigue. Really? Absolutely. Lin Xiao's expression radiates sincerity. Mr. Stark, to demonstrate his commitment, even designed the missile's core propulsion system to fit within his own suit for easy adjustments. You see? He points to the reactor in Tony's chest. This is the missile's heart, powerful, stable, ensuring the Jericho's might is amplified tenfold. Tony, overhearing, nearly bursts into laughter. This kid truly is a talent, able to spin even death into life. Raza's demeanor softens slightly. Although still skeptical, Lin Xiao's explanation is seamless. And the fact that Tony Stark is willing to incorporate the missile's core into his own suit speaks volumes about the confidence in the endeavor. Very well, Raza nods. My boss has stated that we shall grant you one final week. In one week, I expect to see this thing capable of leveling that mountain outside. 20:50 Otherwise, he leaves the sentence hanging, but the menace in his singular eye conveys everything. Your heads will join this heap of scrap metal, never to leave here. With that, he turns and departs, the iron door slamming shut behind him, plunging the cave back into silence. Ethan exhales deeply, his back soaked with cold sweat. Lin, you should consider a career in acting, Ethan remarks with a wry smile. Tony approaches, clapping Lin Xiao on the shoulder with considerable force. Well done, chief spokesperson. He grins broadly. Rain of Goddesses? I like that name. Lin Xiao massages his shoulder, returning the smile. If we can stall for a week, that would be ideal. We have no week left. Tony's smile fades, his expression turning grave. He glances at the nearly completed Mark I, then at Ethan and Lin Xiao. They have grown suspicious. Next time, they may not be so accommodating. Tony's voice lowers, powerful and resolute. We cannot wait for a week. Doctor. Ethan's expression grows serious. What do you mean? Tony inhales deeply, his gaze sweeping over 21:51 the steel form as if admiring his most perfect creation. Tomorrow, we will activate it, and then we will break free. Chapter 4, freedom. Tomorrow, Tony sets down the welding gun, his fatigued expression illuminated by a fervent excitement. Tomorrow, we will activate it and turn this hellhole upside down. Doctor Ethan finally reveals a long-awaited smile, filled with hope. Yet Lin Xiao feels a sinking sensation in his heart. Tomorrow marks the day of escape, but also the day of Ethan's potential demise. He cannot forget the scene from the film where Ethan sacrifices himself to buy time for Tony, ultimately collapsing in a pool of blood, urging Tony not to waste his life. No. Lin Xiao clenches his fists discreetly within his sleeves. If even this great scientist, who saved Tony Stark and granted then his own existence as a traveler would be utterly futile. Save him. I must save him. Once this thought arises, it cannot be suppressed. Mr. Stark, Lin Xiao gazes at the colossal suit, feigning nonchalance. Is 22:51 this truly going to work? Those people outside are armed. Of course. Tony pats the cold armor as if caressing his child. This armor is made from bulletproof steel. Ordinary rifle bullets cannot penetrate it. Moreover, I've outfitted it with two miniature rockets and a flamethrower on the arms. Their firepower is insufficient. However, Lin Xiao pointed to the back of the battle armor, indicating that its activation would require some time, correct? I noticed that you devised a rather intricate startup procedure. What if they storm in while we are in the midst of initiating it? This query caused Tony's smile to falter momentarily. Indeed, it posed a significant dilemma. The Mark I was exceedingly rudimentary, devoid of an intelligent system. Its activation relied entirely on manual input and necessitated a certain duration. Ethan, too, expressed his concern. Yes, Tony. We must assign someone to hold them off and buy you some time. No. Lin Xiao promptly rejected the suggestion, fixing his gaze on Ethan with an unwavering tone. The three of us shall venture out together. Both Tony and Ethan were taken 23:52 aback, staring at Lin Xiao. Taking a deep breath, Lin Xiao began to articulate the plan he had contemplated throughout the night. We cannot afford to wait passively until they realize something is amiss. We must take the initiative. How do we take the initiative? Tony's interest was piqued. Feigning an attack, Lin Xiao gestured toward the iron door of the cave. Tomorrow, Lazard will undoubtedly come to urge us. At that moment, you two will prepare to activate the battle armor as planned. I will devise a way to create a distraction at the entrance, perhaps by detonating a box of explosives they have left there. He paused before continuing. The explosion will divert everyone's attention to the entrance, leading them to believe we intend to break out through the front. At that juncture, you will activate the battle armor and charge directly through the rear wall. Tony's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. The power of the Mark I was sufficient to breach the relatively weak rock wall of the cave, which had been his original plan. However, Lin Xiao's strategy of feigning an attack undoubtedly amplified the likelihood of success. Yet, you're going to detonate the explosives is far 24:52 too perilous. Ethan immediately objected. Someone has to do it. Lin Xiao smiled, revealing a set of white teeth. Trust me, I run quite fast. Moreover, I am far less conspicuous than either of you. I am the expendable burden, remember? They will not be overly wary of me. Tony regarded Lin Xiao intently. This young man consistently surprised him at the most unexpected moments. From the hamburger theory to the precise delivery of tools, and now this escape plan, he was no longer a burden, but rather a partner. Very well, Tony declared decisively. That is the plan. However, kid, if you dare to perish out there, I swear I will turn your ashes into a toilet brush. Though it was a cruel jest, Lin Xiao discerned the underlying concern. Rest assured, Mr. Stark, Lin Xiao grinned. I am looking forward to you granting me the highest salary in the world once we get out of here. And thus, the plan was finalized. The following day, the atmosphere within the cave was tense to the utmost degree. Tony and Ethan conducted the final inspections beside the battle armor. While Lin Xiao quietly connected a 25:53 lengthy wire he had salvaged from the scrap, attaching it to the positive and negative terminals of a car battery. His intention was to use this rudimentary device to ignite the cache of weapons stored by the terrorists at the entrance. Clang. The iron door was violently yanked open, and Lazard strode in with several henchmen. Stark, my boss has grown quite impatient. Where is your Jericho? Lazard's single eye swept across the cave, and upon spotting the massive Iron Man suit, his pupils dilated in shock. What in the world is that thing? A surprise. Tony emerged from behind the battle armor, a mocking smile upon his face. A grand surprise for your boss. Lazard instantly sensed something was amiss. He raised his hand, poised to give a command. Now, attack! Tony bellowed. Ethan immediately dashed toward the activation switch of the armor. Simultaneously, Lin Xiao brought the two ends of the wires he held forcefully together. Zing. A spark of electricity leapt forth, igniting the fuse he had discreetly inserted into the explosives box at the entrance. Boom. A deafening explosion erupted at the mouth 26:55 of the cave. A powerful shockwave, mingled with flames, sent several terrorists at the entrance flying. The entire cave trembled violently, debris and dust cascading down. Outside, a cacophony of gunfire and screams ensued. Success. Lin Xiao felt a surge of elation. Hurry, activate it now. Tony shouted at Ethan. But just then, a terrorist, enraged by the explosion, did not charge toward the cave entrance. Instead, with bloodshot eyes, he redirected his gun toward the unguarded Ethan, who was still in the process of activating the armor. Lin Xiao's pupils constricted to the size of pinpricks. He was five or six meters away from Ethan, far too distant to offer aid. The narrative of the film was altered due to his intervention. Yet, Ethan's peril had arrived in another form. What to do? In the blink of an eye, Lin Xiao's mind raced. He spotted a heavy hammer on the nearby workbench. Without a moment's hesitation, Lin Xiao summoned all his strength and hurled the hammer at the terrorist. He did not expect to hit him. He merely aimed to divert the man's attention. The terrorist was indeed 27:56 startled by the flying hammer, instinctively sidestepping to avoid it. This was the opening. Bang. A gunshot rang out. The bullet did not strike Ethan, but instead ricocheted off the thick armor of the suit, sending sparks flying. Before the terrorist could fire a second shot, Tony reacted swiftly, delivering a powerful kick that sent him sprawling to the ground. Ethan was saved. Lin Xiao exhaled heavily, feeling the sweat drench his back. Lin, well done. Ethan shouted his actions. The system is booting up. 50%, 70%, 100. A deep, resonant hum emanated from the arc reactor embedded in the chest of the battle armor. A blue light flared to life, illuminating the entire cave. The Mark I had come to life. Put it on. Tony shouted at Ethan. Wait, what? Lin Xiao was taken aback. In the film, didn't T Tony don the suit himself? No time for chatter. I know this thing better than you. As Tony spoke, he assisted Ethan in donning the heavy armor. You handle the primary firepower. I will manage the support. Lin Xiao finally comprehended. 28:57 Tony was relinquishing the safest position to Ethan. This arrogant, infuriating man held a surprisingly tender heart deep down. The three of them worked in unison, swiftly securing Ethan within the Mark I. Remember, the left hand is the flamethrower, and the right hand is for the rockets. Tony gave a final pat on the helmet of the armor, shouting, Now, take us out. Hold on tight. Ethan's voice resonated from within the armor, carrying a metallic timbre. In the next instant, the Mark I took heavy strides forward like a colossal steel beast awakening, disregarding the hail of bullets raining down from outside, turning instead to face the rock wall at the back of the cave. For freedom. Boom. Chapter 5, SSS level evaluation and divine rewards. The Mark I collided with the cave's rock wall like an out-of-control heavy truck. Boom. The sound of shattering stone echoed as dust filled the air. The rock wall was forcefully breached, creating a gaping opening through which blinding sunlight poured in, causing Lin Xiao and Tony, accustomed to the darkness, to 29:57 squint involuntarily. "We did it. We are out." Tony shouted with exhilaration. The terrorists outside were evidently unprepared for the escape from this direction, momentarily left in a state of shock. "Now's our chance. Open fire." Tony commanded while patting the back of Mark I. "Acknowledged." Ethan's voice resonated from within the armor. Mark I raised its left arm, unleashing a searing torrent of flame from its jet, instantly igniting a nearby pickup truck and several terrorists in close proximity. The cacophony of screams, explosions, and gunfire melded into a chaotic symphony. "This way." Lin Xiao yanked Tony, who was still somewhat dazed, pointing towards a relatively safe slope. "We need to move in this direction and increase our distance from them." Tony quickly regained his composure, following Lin Xiao as they began to retreat towards the outskirts. Utilizing the terrain and the cover provided by Mark I, Mark I resembled a humanoid tank. Ordinary rifle bullets merely sparked uselessly upon impact. Each of its counterattacks, whether through flamethrowers or powerful rockets, created utter mayhem. The 30:59 terrorists found themselves retreating in disarray, crying out for mercy. "This is exhilarating." Tony beamed with uncontainable fervor as he watched his creation wreak havoc. However, Lin Xiao was less optimistic. He was acutely aware of Mark I's limitations. "Mr. Stark, its energy won't last much longer. Moreover, the hydraulic system is under immense strain. We must leave here at once." He urged loudly. Indeed, at that moment, Mark I's movements began to slow, white steam billowing from its joints. "Damn it, the hydraulic oil is overheating." Ethan shouted anxiously from within the armor, the control system also exhibiting delays. "Run towards that dune." Lin Xiao pointed to a massive dune in the distance. Once they crossed it, they would lose their pursuers. The trio, accompanied by their metal companion, had a singular objective: to escape. After Mark I emptied its ammunition for the last time, temporarily suppressing their pursuers, the three exerted every ounce of strength to sprint towards the dune. The heavy Mark I trudged through the desert with great difficulty, each step 32:00 sinking deeply into the sand. "I can't go on. Tony, you should leave me behind." Ethan's voice was laden with exhaustion. "This machine is too heavy for me to move." "Shut up. None of us are getting left behind." Tony shouted back, flanking Lin Xiao as they hoisted Mark I's cumbersome resolutely dragging it forward. The three of them stumbled through the scorching desert, gunfire echoing ominously behind them. Just as despair threatened to engulf them, a familiar buzzing sound emerged from above. "It's a rescue helicopter." A black military chopper appeared in their line of sight, its cabin door flung open as a soldier in uniform, a black man, waved frantically at them. "It's Colonel Rhodes." "Tony." Rhodes' voice boomed through the loudspeaker, brimming with relief. "We're saved." The moment they spotted the helicopter, the tautness in their nerves dissipated, overwhelming fatigue washing over them. Mark I finally expended its last vestige of energy, crashing to the ground in several large pieces. Ethan was hurriedly pulled from the cockpit by Tony and Rhodes' soldiers. Aside from 33:00 some dehydration and abrasions, he appeared unscathed. Lin Xiao collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. He had succeeded. He saved Ethan and, alongside Tony, escaped from that hell. At that moment, the long-awaited sound echoed in his mind. "Ding. Dimensional anchor point, the birth of Mark I is complete. Commencing sign-in evaluation and settlement. Detecting host actions. One proposed the concept of a hamburger-style layered energy matrix, providing critical theoretical inspiration for the birth of the micro arc reactor. Evaluation increased. Two served as the chief wrench carrier, significantly enhancing the construction efficiency of Mark I. Evaluation increased. Three proposed a feigned escape plan and executed it personally, creating a pivotal opportunity for their escape. Evaluation greatly increased. Four at a crucial moment, successfully attracted the enemy's attention by throwing tools, averting Dr. Ethan's initial death crisis. Evaluation greatly increased. Five prompted Tony Stark to relinquish control of Mark I to Ethan, 34:01 thus avoiding Dr. Ethan's second death crisis and preserving his life. Comprehensive assessment, the host deeply engaged in and positively intervened in the plot without altering the main outcome of Tony Stark fleeing in Mark I, significantly affecting the storyline and the fates of key characters. Final sign-in evaluation, SSS. It has arrived. Lin Xiao's heart raced. SSS rank. He knew his actions would enhance his evaluation, but he never anticipated achieving the highest level. Saving Ethan was indeed the crux of the matter. Distributing SSS rank sign-in rewards. Reward distribution successful. Congratulations, host, for obtaining one skill, perfect level industrial and mechanical mastery. Two knowledge, complete technical documentation on micro arc reactor, including theory, design, manufacturing, and optimization. Boom. The moment the system notification concluded, an indescribable torrent of immense information surged into Lin Xiao's brain, akin to a flood breaking its dam. Countless insights regarding 35:01 machinery, industrial principles, material properties, and design inspirations flooded in, from the simplest screw to the most intricate aircraft engine, from ancient steam engines to futuristic quantum engineering. The quintessence of human industrial civilization seemed to be compressed into a data packet and forcefully crammed into his mind. He could even visualize every component of Mark I, every circuit, and every weld. He instantly comprehended why the hydraulic system overheated, understood the fundamental cause of the control delays, and even conceived at least 17 optimization solutions in a flash. Following that flood was the entirety of the micro arc reactor's technology. This transcended mere knowledge. It became an instinct. He felt that if he had the materials, he could construct an arc reactor even more stable, powerful, and perfect than the one in Tony's chest. With his eyes closed, the deluge of information was overwhelming and terrifying. Lin Xiao felt as if his head might explode. Darkness enveloped him, and he collapsed backward. "Hey, kid." 36:02 Just before losing consciousness, he heard Tony's exclamation. Upon regaining consciousness, Lin Xiao discovered himself lying on a soft bed, surrounded by white walls and the scent of disinfectant. It was a hospital. He moved his fingers, feeling somewhat weak, but his mind was clearer than ever. The vast array of knowledge had been perfectly digested, absorbed, and integrated into his being. He now felt like a humanoid supercomputer. Any problem related to industry and machinery seemed as straightforward as 112. "You're awake?" A familiar voice broke through, revealing Tony Stark seated in a chair nearby, holding a cup of coffee, looking significantly more revitalized, though his complexion remained pale. He had changed into a clean hospital gown. The area over his chest was slightly bulging, indicating that the arc reactor sustaining his life was still present. "How long have I been asleep?" Lin Xiao opened his mouth, only to find that his voice was somewhat hoarse. A day and a night had passed. Tony took a sip of coffee and remarked that the doctor had stated it was merely exhaustion compounded by dehydration, 37:03 nothing serious. "But frankly, kid, you startled me." "Perhaps it was just too much excitement." Lin Xiao offered as an excuse. "What about Ethan? How is he?" His concern lay more with this. "He is well. Just in the next room. Rhodey is keeping him company." Tony curled his lip. "The military folks always eager to extract something from us, especially regarding you. They're insatiably curious." "Me?" Lin Xiao was taken aback. "Of course, you." Tony laid down his coffee cup, leaning forward to fixate on Lin Xiao's eyes. "An unremarkable Chinese lad, a mere guest at Stark Industries weapons demonstration. Yet he was kidnapped alongside Tony Stark and ultimately managed to escape unscathed. Can you imagine how the Pentagon and the CIA will react?" Lin Xiao fell silent, aware that trouble was brewing. "They will scrutinize you thoroughly." Tony continued, "delving into your family, your school, your friends, your entire life history. If they discover any discrepancies, where do you suppose they would invite you for tea?" Lin Xiao's heart sank. He was a time traveler, an illegal resident, utterly unfit to 38:05 withstand such an extensive investigation. "But rest assured." Tony suddenly shifted his tone, an all-too-familiar mischievous grin returning to his face. "I've already taken care of it." "Taken care of it?" "Indeed." Tony reclined in his chair, pride radiating from him. "I told them you were my secretly hired technical consultant, specifically responsible for, well, some projects that cannot be made public. This trip to Afghanistan was also at my behest. As for your identity background, I have instructed my legal team to manage it. They will provide you with a brand new, impeccable identity. From now on, you belong to me, Tony Stark." Lin Xiao gazed at Tony, his emotions a tangled web. This man, though arrogant, egotistical, and sharp-tongued, was undeniably fiercely loyal to his own. Therefore, Tony stood, moving to the window to gaze outside. "And now, I formally extend an invitation to you, Lin Xiao. Join Stark Industries. I'll offer you the position of vice president of the corporation, with a salary you may dictate, and I can even allocate you a share of the company. What do you say? Accompany me, 39:07 and together we shall reshape the world." This was an offer no one could refuse. Wealth, status, prestige, all within reach. However, after a brief contemplation, Lin Xiao shook his head. "Thank you, Mr. Stark, but I cannot accept." Tony abruptly turned around, his face a canvas of surprise. "What did you say?" Chapter 6, The Return and the Birth of the Phantom Consultant. "I said I cannot accept." Lin Xiao reiterated calmly. The expressions on Tony Stark's face were a spectacle, shifting from astonishment to confusion, and ultimately settling into a ludicrous incredulity. "Say that again. I might have damaged my ears in that cave. He tugged at his ears, incredulity etched across his features as he regarded Lin Xiao. Mr. Stark, you heard me correctly. Lin Xiao sat up on the hospital bed, looking earnestly at him. I truly appreciate everything you've done for me. I really do. However, I cannot join Stark Industries. Why? Tony's voice rose, struggling to comprehend. I offer you a vice presidency, shares, infinite funds. Tell me. What other company in 40:08 the world can present you with better terms? Or do you believe that I, Tony Stark, cannot provide what you desire? To him, this was utterly unfathomable. For the first time, he had extended such a sincere invitation to someone, only to be met with refusal. No. It's not about the money. Lin Xiao shook his head, knowing he had to provide a reasonable explanation. Mr. Stark, have you ever considered what allowed us to escape this time? It was me. A genius. Tony answered without hesitation. Yes. Relying on your genius, along with that hunk of metal you created. Lin Xiao continued. Now, the whole world knows that you, Tony Stark, constructed a functional suit from a heap of scrap metal in a cave. Can you guess what the Pentagon and those lurking in the shadows are most eager to discover? Tony furrowed his brow. Lin Xiao pressed on. They're most curious about how you created that suit, especially the miniature arc reactor. They will swarm around you like sharks sensing blood. If you thrust me into the limelight as your secret technical consultant and grant me the vice presidency, how do you think they will perceive me? They will believe 41:09 that you, Lin Xiao, hold the key to unraveling the arc reactor's mystery. Tony articulated the answer, his expression growing somber. Precisely. Lin Xiao spread his hands. At that point, I will be under round-the-clock surveillance, devoid of any personal space. I will be summoned repeatedly for tea, forced to explain technical principles that I cannot clarify. My life will devolve into a nightmare. This reasoning was irrefutable. Tony was astute. He instantaneously grasped Lin Xiao's apprehensions. In truth, he himself was grappling with similar concerns. He could imagine how many would come knocking once he was discharged. So, what do you intend to do? Tony inquired. You saved me and Ethan. I owe you a debt of life. I must do something for you. We can establish a different form of cooperation. Lin Xiao finally revealed his true intention. Go on. Tony expressed interest. I can continue being your non-existent secret technical consultant. Lin Xiao's lips curled into a smile. I won't you appear in public, won't you join Stark Industries, nor even remain in the United States. I can travel to anywhere 42:10 in the world I desire, living my own life. However, when you require my assistance, particularly when facing technical challenges, you may contact me. I can provide you with, um, some inspiration and advice. Tony narrowed his eyes, resembling a fox evaluating its prey, assessing the worth of Lin Xiao's proposition. An advisor who only offers inspiration? It sounds like I might be at a disadvantage. Disadvantageous? You'll find out sooner enough. Lin Xiao chuckled confidently. For instance, you must be conceptualizing Mark II right now, correct? Tony remained silent, yet the shift in his gaze confirmed it. Lin Xiao continued. What is the primary issue with Mark I? It's too cumbersome, inflexible, and its material strength is insufficient. Therefore, for Mark II, you will undoubtedly utilize lighter, sturdier aerospace materials, such as titanium alloy. The design will be more streamlined, conforming to aerodynamics, am I right? These are all apparent directions for improvement, and Tony found nothing unusual about it. However, Lin Xiao pivoted. You will soon encounter a new problem. When you soar 43:11 to high altitudes, your armor will ice over, leading to system failures. Movies, ahem, I mean, science fiction novels portray this scenario. The icing issue. Tony was momentarily taken aback. He had been preoccupied with flying higher and faster, never truly considering the effects of high altitude low temperature environments. The problem Lin Xiao introduced pierced through his cognitive blind spots like a needle. This issue can be effectively resolved with your existing technology. Lin Xiao stated leisurely. Simply by altering the titanium alloy's formula and incorporating a bit of gold to create a gold titanium alloy. This alloy not only possesses greater strength, but also perfectly addresses the high altitude icing problem. Of course, the manufacturing cost will be exceedingly high. However, you shouldn't be overly concerned about such trifles, should you, Mr. Stark? Tony was rendered utterly speechless. Titanium alloy? What a brilliant idea. His extraordinarily powerful mind began to rapidly calculate the feasibility, strength, and manufacturing costs of this alloy. The conclusion was unequivocal, entirely 44:13 viable, and the results would be surprisingly excellent. How on earth did this young man know? He hadn't even begun sketching his designs. What do you think? Lin Xiao observed the astonished expression on Tony's face, knowing that he had successfully gambled on this opportunity. Am I worth the salary you're willing to pay as your ghost consultant? Absolutely. Tony snapped back to reality, and the look in his eyes shifted entirely. Kid, you're nothing short of a monster. I'm starting to question whether you're an alien. You can consider me your lucky star, Lin Xiao joked. Very well, I accept your proposal. Tony decisively proclaimed. You shall be my ghost consultant. I will establish a secret Swiss bank account for you, depositing an annual salary sufficient for you to purchase a small island. Should you require any resources that do not contravene the law, feel free to let me know. However, I have one condition. What condition? We must maintain contact. Tony's expression grew grave. Not through email, nor phone calls. I need a means to reach you at any time. I require a friend with whom I can converse openly. Friend. The word 45:13 spoken from the lips of Tony Stark carried an extraordinary weight. Lin Xiao gazed at him, detecting a glimmer of unusual trust forged in the cavern. No problem. Lin Xiao nodded. I will provide you with an encrypted means of communication. The two exchanged smiles, marking the inception of an entirely new and peculiar partnership. A few days later, Tony Stark, accompanied by Colonel Rhodes, convened a press conference. Meanwhile, Lin Xiao and Dr. Ethan watched live broadcast from the hospital room. During the conference, Tony unexpectedly disregarded the script prepared for him by Pepper Potts, and instead announced a shocking revelation. Stark Industries would permanently cease its weapons manufacturing division. I have witnessed our weapons being employed inappropriately. Tony's demeanor was unprecedentedly serious. I do not wish for my legacy to be a collection of tools for murder. Stark Industries will pivot toward an entirely new domain. The audience erupted in astonishment. In the hospital room, Dr. Ethan beamed at the television screen, a sense of relief washing over him. He has done it. Ethan murmured. He hasn't he 46:15 squandered his life. Lin Xiao smiled as well. He understood that a new era, an era belonging to Iron Man, had officially commenced at that very moment. He would no longer be a mere observer, but rather the most pivotal driving force hidden behind the scenes. Following the press conference, Tony's legal team officially handled all the formalities for Lin Xiao and Ethan. Dr. Ethan graciously declined the lucrative job offer from Tony. He simply wished to return to his hometown. Tony bestowed upon him a sum sufficient to ensure his financial security for the rest of his life, even arranging a private jet to escort him home. As for Lin Xiao, he received a brand new identity along with an anonymous bank card. Tony accompanied him to the airport, patting his shoulder before parting. Remember our agreement, ghost consultant. Don't let me lose track of you. Rest assured, as long as you can afford my consulting fees. Lin Xiao chuckled, bumping fists with him. Money is the most mundane thing in the world, Tony declared haughtily, but I enjoy it. As he watched Tony's retreating figure, Lin Xiao inhaled deeply. He was free. Now, he possessed 47:16 wealth, identity, and the backing of one of the world's foremost technological geniuses. More importantly, he had acquired the complete technology for perfect industrial and mechanical control and the arc reactor. Next, it was time to plan for his future. He boarded a flight to another city, not a tourist hotspot, but a locale renowned for heavy industry and the recycling of obsolete equipment. He intended to establish his own base, his own laboratory, a sanctuary where he could transform his audacious ideas into reality. Chapter seven. The first pot of gold and the future base. The plane landed in an industrial city in New Jersey. The air was thick with a faint blend of rust and fuel. Devoid of New York's splendor, it brimmed with the raw power of steel. Lin Xiao relished this sensation. Rather than hastily contacting a real estate agent, he sought out a hotel to settle in, then opened his highly encrypted laptop. A simple dialog box appeared on the screen. Consultant, would you like a glass of champagne to celebrate your freedom? TS It was a message from Tony. This guy was indeed eager. Lin Xiao 48:17 chuckled, his fingers flying across the keyboard. Let us skip the champagne. I currently need a quiet place more than anything. By the way, where is the promised first consulting fee? I'm about to be poor enough to resort to street performances. Alex. Less than 10 seconds after sending the message, his phone buzzed with a bank notification. A deposit has been made to your Swiss bank account ending in XXXX 5 000 000000 $50 million. Lin Xiao stared at the long string of zeros. Despite being mentally prepared, his heart inexplicably raced. So, this is the financial prowess of Tony Stark? Indeed, it was refreshingly straightforward and monotonous. This sum represented his first pot of gold and the initial funding for his future base. The money has been received. Generous Mr. Stark, would you like me to send you a small suggestion regarding the Mark II? A complimentary gift. Alex. Due to TS Avoid integrating all functionalities into the helmet's display interface. It will be visually overwhelming. Design an independent AI butler to manage most 49:19 non-core information through voice interaction. Give it an appealing name, like J A R V I S for instance. Alex. After sending this message, Lin Xiao shut his laptop. He understood the significance of the suggestion. A true artificial intelligence butler would not only enhance operational convenience, but fundamentally alter the human-machine interaction paradigm, embodying the very essence of the Iron Man suit. As anticipated, Tony remained silent for an extended period. After a full 5 minutes, he responded with a message, "Lin, who exactly are you?" Lin Xiao smiled faintly, opting not to reply. Maintaining an air of mystery was a fundamental principle of a ghost consultant. In the ensuing days, Lin Xiao commenced his search for a base location. He did not favor modern technology parks. Instead, he focused on the city's industrial wasteland. Here lay vast expanses of abandoned factories and warehouses, spacious, structurally sound, and crucially, sufficiently secluded to avoid any interruptions. After thorough consideration, he 50:21 ultimately settled on a defunct automotive parts foundry. This factory spanned over 5,000 square meters, featuring a massive main workshop, an independent substation, and even a 20-m deep basement originally intended as a bomb shelter. It was the perfect secret base. Using his new, clean identity, Lin Xiao smoothly acquired the land and ownership of the entire factory through a shell company. On the day the formalities were completed, he stood alone in the vast, dust-laden expanse of a colossal workshop, a surge of ambition swelling within him. From this moment forth, this territory would be his dominion. With the space secured, the next step was to acquire the necessary equipment. Lin Xiao refrained from purchasing the most advanced machinery available on the market, for he understood that with his profound understanding of perfect industrial and mechanical mastery, a staggering 99% of the industrial machines he observed were riddled with various design flaws in his discerning eyes. He was determined to create a machine that was uniquely his own, unparalleled, and transcendent of its time. He commenced by procuring a 51:22 selection of fundamental materials, high-strength steel, tungsten steel, various rare metal powders, and a substantial quantity of cables and electronic components. Subsequently, he ensconced himself within the confines of the factory. The first priority was energy. A competent secret base must never be beholden to external energy sources. Municipal power could be interrupted at any moment. And utility bills posed a significant risk of revealing his location. Lin Xiao's objective was crystal clear, to construct a large-scale arc reactor. Not the miniature version housed within Tony Stark's chest, but a colossal energy core exceeding 3 m in diameter. Capable of sustaining all the equipment within the factory and supporting even more audacious experiments in the future. He possessed a complete set of technical documentation, rendering the construction process devoid of any mysteries for him. Design blueprints? He required none. Every structure, parameter, and detail was indelibly inscribed in his mind. He began by using the basic equipment he had acquired to manually craft a high-precision metal 3D 52:24 printer and a CNC machine. Should an outsider have witnessed this process, they would surely have been left agape. Lin Xiao's operations transcended mere skill, they were an art form. He moved as though he were one with the machinery, each action executed with micron-level precision, devoid of any superfluous motions. With these two foundational machines, the efficiency of subsequent tasks surged dramatically. The core components of the reactor, energy confinement coils, cooling systems, and an array of intricate parts, were meticulously produced under his expert guidance. Throughout this endeavor, he resembled the solitary creator, conjuring his own sun within the cathedral of steel. Half a month later, as Lin Xiao connected the final energy conduit and pressed the activation button, a deep, sonorous hum resonated through the vast underground chamber. The immense circular apparatus at the center of the basement erupted in a circle of soft, luminous blue light. The glow was stable and enduring, transforming the entire subterranean space into a dream-like azure ocean. Success. Gazing at this flawless 53:26 creation before him, Lin Xiao exhaled a long sigh of relief. With this invention, he had finally secured the means to establish himself in this world. He named this formidable entity Pangu. With the near-infinite energy provided by the Pangu reactor, the pace of Lin Xiao's base construction accelerated exponentially. More advanced and astonishing equipment was fabricated, one after another. A supercomputer array endowed with self-learning and optimization capabilities, a micro-manufacturing platform capable of manipulating atoms for precision sculpting, and a materials laboratory capable of simulating various extreme environments. In the span of a mere month, this abandoned foundry had been transformed internally into a super laboratory, boasting technological advancements that surpassed global standards by at least two decades. And all of this remained unbeknownst to the outside world. On this particular day, as Lin Xiao was fine-tuning his latest invention, a modular industrial robot capable of transforming freely, his encrypted computer chimed. It was Tony. "Consultant, I am in trouble." Lin Xiao 54:26 raised an eyebrow. This was the first time Tony had used the term trouble. "Speak." Obadiah Stane, an old friend of my father's, the second in command at Stark Industries. "I suspect he is secretly selling the company's weapons to terrorists behind my back. I need evidence." Lin Xiao's gaze sharpened instantly. Iron Monger, Obadiah Stane. The plot was finally unfolding. "You need to infiltrate Stark Industries database, correct?" "Precisely, but I cannot do it myself, as that would leave traces. I require a clean, untraceable ghost to procure the data for me." "A trivial matter. Send me the physical address of the server and the network topology. Additionally, for this consultation fee, I want 100 of Stark Industries latest model servers delivered to a warehouse of my choosing." "Deal. I knew I could count on you." As he closed the dialogue box, Lin Xiao approached his supercomputer array. It was time to stretch his legs, he mused to himself. His fingers danced over the virtual keyboard, lines of code cascading across the screen like a waterfall. Infiltrating Stark Industries, for him now, it was not an invasion, it was akin to returning home. 55:29 Chapter 8, Infiltration of Stark Industries. New Jersey, an abandoned foundry, underground base. Lin Xiao gazed at the message Tony had sent on his computer screen, a playful smile gracing his lips. Stretching his limbs, he murmured to himself as he retrieved a chilled can of cola from a nearby cooler, popping the tab and taking a hearty sip. The icy liquid slid down his throat, banishing the last vestiges of drowsiness. He approached the supercomputer array, composed of a multitude of large screens. This was the nerve center of the entire base, his true throne. Some screens displayed real-time operational data from the Pangu reactor. Its gentle blue energy flow stable as a slumbering dragon, while others showcased the energy distribution, security systems, and environmental monitoring of the entire base. Everything was under his control. This sensation was far more exhilarating than mere wealth. "All right, Tony, let me see how well your network security holds up." Lin Xiao settled into an ergonomic chair, his hands hovering above a virtual keyboard composed entirely of light and shadow. This was 56:30 his own design, an operating system entirely based on neural sensing and gesture recognition, vastly more efficient than any physical keyboard. The information Tony provided included the physical address of Stark Industries main server and the topology of the company's internal network. This information was highly classified. Acquiring it indicated that Tony had invoked his highest authority as CEO. However, even the CEO could not access the core database at will. As each visit would leave a meticulous trail, which was precisely why he required Lin Xiao as a phantom. Lin Xiao's fingers began to dance across the light keyboard with such speed that they were nearly indistinguishable. Streams of data cascaded across the screen. His initial approach was not a direct assault, that was the folly of novices. Instead, he first used the physical address provided by Tony to pinpoint Stark Industries precise coordinates via satellite mapping. Then, he activated a small program he had written, infiltrating the public surveillance systems in the surrounding neighborhood. Surveillance feeds flickered onto the screen, capturing Stark Tower from various 57:30 angles. Let us see. Got it. Lin Xiao swiftly located the fiber optic entry point for Stark Industries network. He required a physical jumping-off point, an origin that would be utterly untraceable. He set his sights on a cafe located three blocks away. This cafe offered complimentary Wi-Fi, attracted a bustling crowd, and its data flow was a perfect disguise. With a gentle tap of his fingers, a line of code was entered. Done. He had quietly obtained the highest level of access to the cafe's router. Now, all of his online activities would appear to originate from an ordinary patron sipping a latte in that cafe. The next step, infiltration. Stark Industries network firewall is one of the most advanced in the world, personally designed by Tony Stark, with a dedicated team maintaining it around the clock. Attempting a frontal assault would be akin to chasing phantoms. Yet, Lin Xiao had never considered a direct breach. His mind was equipped with a perfect mastery of industrial and mechanical control, which not only enabled him to create, but also allowed him to grasp the fundamental logic behind the operation of all 58:32 electronic devices and programs. To him, the firewall of Stark Industries was not a barrier, but a precisely engineered machine. As any machine, it adhered to operational rules and contained vulnerabilities. Rather than attacking the firewall itself, Lin Xiao targeted Stark Industries central air conditioning system. Indeed, the air conditioning system. In a modern intelligent building, the environmental control system is invariably networked. Such auxiliary systems, being non-core, could never match the cybersecurity levels of the core servers. This was the gap he had identified. Lin Xiao's fingers accelerated once more, lines of code being injected with pinpoint accuracy. Like a phantom, he slipped silently through the maintenance port of the air conditioning system into Stark Industries internal network. The entire process triggered no alarms. "Welcome home," Lin Xiao murmured to himself. Entering the intranet was akin to a dragon returning to the sea. He did not rush to the core database. Instead, he wandered through Stark Industries intranet like a curious visitor. He first slipped into the human resources 59:32 department, pulling up the files of all employees. Upon seeing the profile of Pepper Potts, he whistled softly. In the photograph, Pepper appeared competent and intellectually alluring, even more captivating than she did in the films. Tony, this guy truly was oblivious to his good fortune. He shook his head and made a secure backup of Pepper's file, not out of any malice, but simply because he thought it might prove useful later. Next, he meandered into the research and development department. Herein lay the true treasure trove. Various cutting-edge weapon designs, experimental data, and unpublished technological patents were on display. Oh, the electromagnetic cannon prototype, laser weapon experimental data, swarm drone combat systems. Any one of these could trigger a seismic shift in the arms industry if leaked. However, Lin Xiao merely glanced at them before losing interest. In his mind, enhanced by perfect mastery of industrial and mechanical control, he perceived these designs as riddled with flaws. His standards had risen too high. Finally, he reached his destination, the 1:00:33 weapon transportation and sales records database. This database was encrypted to the highest degree, even featuring a separate physical isolation firewall. Intriguing. Rather than feeling daunted, Lin Xiao grew excited. It was akin to unraveling a captivating puzzle. He did not attempt to crack the password. Instead, he directly invoked the highest privileges of the database administrator, which he had just acquired from the human resources department. However, when he attempted to log in, an alert box popped up. Warning, remote login detected. Please enter the dynamic security code. The administrator's phone would receive a dynamic code that refreshed every 60 seconds. Quite thoughtful indeed. Lin Xiao chuckled and typed a new set of commands on the virtual keyboard. Almost simultaneously, in an office far away in the Stark Tower, the database administrator, idly perusing a newspaper, felt his phone vibrate. Picking it up, he found a message from the telecommunications company. Dear user, due to system upgrades, your communication network may experience a brief interruption in the next 5 minutes. Thank you for your 1:01:33 understanding. The administrator shrugged it off and returned to his newspaper. Meanwhile, a progress bar rapidly loaded on Lin Xiao's computer screen. What was he doing? He was exploiting a vulnerability in the communication base station to briefly replicate the SIM card information of that administrator's phone. 30 seconds later, copy complete. A software interface displaying a dynamic security code identical to that on the administrator's phone popped up on Lin Xiao's computer. He glanced at the continuously changing six-digit code, then leisurely entered it. Verification successful. Welcome, Mr. Administrator. The gates to the database swung open for him. Lin Xiao reclined comfortably in his chair and took another sip of cola. The entire process flowed seamlessly, devoid of any hint of chaos. For someone endowed with the Pangu supercomputer and godlike knowledge, hacking had transcended mere skill to become an art form. He began scouring the vast sea of data in search of Obadiah Stane's whereabouts. He directly entered keywords, Ten Rings, Afghanistan, clandestine transport. Soon, a plethora 1:02:36 of documents marked as top secret or destroyed were filtered out. Shocking transport manifests, photographs of arms transfers taken in Afghanistan, encrypted phone call recordings, evidence indisputable and compelling. Obadiah Stane, the second in command at Stark Industries and a close friend of Tony's father, had been exploiting the company's transportation channels to sell the most advanced weaponry to the very terrorists who had once kidnapped Tony. He even discovered a folder that sent a chill down his spine. It was titled Project Iron Monger. Upon opening it, he found numerous design blueprints and experimental data. A steel suit, grotesquely larger and more fearsome than the Mark I, loomed on the screen, Iron Monger. Lin Xiao's gaze turned icy. He knew of this entity from the film, but seeing the intricate designs firsthand evoked a sense of overwhelming dread. He realized that Obadiah's team was progressing faster than depicted in the movie. They seemed to have solved the energy crisis. Hmm. Lin Xiao zoomed in on a design blueprint for the energy core. He saw that Obadiah and his team were attempting to replicate Tony's 1:03:37 large arc reactor. Although their design was exceedingly crude, filled with flaws, and massive in size, it indeed held the potential for success. So, that was it. Lin Xiao understood immediately. Obadiah's urgency to eliminate Tony was not merely about seizing control of the company. It was also about appropriating the technology behind the arc reactor. He compiled all evidence regarding Obadiah and the designs for Iron Monger, encrypting and sending them to Tony's secret email. After completing this task, he did not leave immediately. He gazed at the Iron Monger designs, and a bold idea sprouted in his mind. Simply providing the evidence to Tony, allowing him to confront Obadiah, would certainly be the easiest approach. However, what if things went awry? In the film, Tony had nearly been crushed by Iron Monger. Had it not been for Pepper's decisive action to blow up the reactor, the outcome could have been dire. Now, as Tony's ghostly advisor, he was intertwined with Tony's fate. If Tony fell, he would lose his greatest ally in the world. No, he needed to secure a safeguard. Lin Xiao's gaze fell upon the 1:04:38 intricate lines of code within the Iron Tyrant's complex operating system. His fingers danced once more across the illuminated keyboard. This time, he was not engaged in data theft. Rather, he was implanting code. He intended to establish a backdoor within the Iron Tyrant's operating system, one that only he could control, a remote locking program of the utmost priority. This program's code was remarkably concise, cleverly disguised as a redundant system environment check, ensuring that even the most adept programmers under Obadiah would detect no anomaly. It would slumber quietly, exerting no influence over the system. Yet, upon Lin Xiao's activation through a specific encrypted command, it would instantaneously seize control of the Iron Tyrant's entire system, rendering the lethal machine a mere heap of immobile scrap. Task accomplished. Lin Xiao struck the final character, then smiled as he erased all traces of his presence. The entire operation, from entry to exit, transpired in under 10 minutes, unnoticed by Stark Industries cybersecurity division. He was like a 1:05:38 true specter, arriving silently and departing just as quietly, leaving behind evidence potent enough to destabilize the entirety of Stark Industries, along with a surprise that could determine the outcome of events. Severing his connection with Stark Industries, Lin Xiao sent a message to Tony. I have sent the materials to your inbox. Additionally, my dear Mr. Stark, when can I expect the 100 servers we agreed upon? My warehouse is on the verge of growing weeds. LX. After dispatching the message, he waited patiently, knowing that Tony, upon viewing those documents, was unlikely to be in high spirits. The betrayal of his most trusted uncle must have been a bitter pill to swallow. After what felt like an eternity, Tony finally replied with a terse acknowledgement, received. Chapter 9, Tony's fury and Pepper's resolution. In Malibu, California, within the subterranean workshop, chaos reigned. Scattered across the floor were various mechanical components, design schematics, and energy drink cans. Tony Stark's eyes were bloodshot as he fixated on the holographic projection screen before him. Displayed upon it 1:06:40 were the very documents Lin Xiao had sent. Obadiah Stane's familiar, affable visage appeared alongside photographs of notorious terrorist leaders. There lay a series of secret contracts he had personally signed, facilitating the transfer of Stark Industries' most advanced weaponry to the Ten Rings. Accompanying this was an encrypted audio recording, which, upon technical decryption, clearly relayed Obadiah's voice. Tony is still too young. Does he think that shutting down the weapons division will make him a saint? This world ultimately speaks the language of power. Yes, I will find a way to procure the reactor technology. Bang. Tony's fist struck the workstation, creating a shallow dent in the sturdy alloy surface. His chest heaved violently, not from anger, but from an icy dread that surged from within. Obadiah Stane, the man who had cared for him like a father after his parents' demise, the one who had been the first to oppose him when he announced the closure of the weapons division, yet supported him when he stood firm, his most trusted uncle. It turned out that all of it had been a facade. The ones who had kidnapped him 1:07:41 were Obadiah's clients. The one who sought his demise was also Obadiah. Upon returning from Afghanistan, he had believed his greatest adversaries to be the terrorists and the chaotic world at large. He had been gravely mistaken. The most venomous serpent had always coiled itself at his side. Ha ha ha. Tony emitted a dry, mirthless laugh, laced with self-mockery. He had always fancied himself a genius in control of everything, a roguish playboy manipulating those around him. Yet, it appeared he was the greatest fool of all. Buzz. The encrypted phone at his side vibrated. It was a message from Lin Xiao. Help me locate someone, Bruce Banner, a leading gamma ray physicist. He went missing a few years ago, and the military has been searching for him. Upon reading this message, a flicker of clarity returned to Tony's gaze. Bruce Banner. He certainly recognized the name, a genius even more deeply entrenched in gamma ray research than himself. Unfortunately, he had reportedly vanished following a laboratory accident, classified as a top secret concern by the military. General Ross, that old hardliner, had been 1:08:42 searching for him like a rabid dog for years. While Tony had previously been indifferent to military affairs, he now found himself intrigued by this Dr. Banner. A talent that could elicit such apprehension and desire from the military surely possessed something extraordinary. And why was Lin Xiao, this enigmatic spectral consultant, prompting him to seek out Banner at this juncture? It seemed he was privy to everything. Whether it was the freezing issues of Mark II, the AI butler suggestions, or this recent unearthing of Obadiah's dark dealings, Lin Xiao appeared as a prophet standing at the precipice of the future, always providing him with what he needed at the most critical moments. What do you need him for, TS? Tony responded, eager to see how Lin Xiao would reply. His research is fascinating. I believe his theories could offer me a new direction. Moreover, he is a pitiable soul and I wish to assist him. Alex, what use could Banner's gamma ray theories possibly have for him? Yet, he refrained from pressing further. When dealing with Lin Shao, one mustn't question the why. One must simply comprehend the what. This mysterious figure always had his 1:09:43 reasons. Deal. I will have Jarvis search for him. However, I need you to answer one question. TS, speak. Alex, did you already know about Obadiah? TS, Tony stared intently at the screen awaiting a response. This time, Lin Shao replied swiftly. I do not know. I am merely a consultant tasked with helping you find what you seek when you require it. As for what is discovered, that is your concern. Mr. Stark, remember our agreement. I am but a ghost. Alex, an airtight response. Tony gazed at the message, suddenly amused. Indeed, what significance lay in probing into Lin Shao's identity? All he needed to understand was that this specter was currently on his side and that sufficed. He closed the dialogue box and rose. The blue glow of the reactor in his chest illuminating the dim workshop with extraordinary brilliance. The icy wrath had transmuted into a resolute determination. Jarvis. Sir, I'm at your service. Commence a search for all traces of Dr. Bruce Banner. Highest priority. Bypass all military network 1:10:43 surveillance. Understood, sir. It is estimated that it will take 72 hours to establish an initial global search model. Furthermore, Tony's voice lowered. Duplicate all data sent by consultant Lin and deliver it to Pepper using the most secure method. Sir, a hint of doubt laced Jarvis's tone. Are you certain? If this data becomes exposed, I am certain. Tony interjected, some matters must be addressed by her. I cannot afford to be directly involved. He was acutely aware that if he confronted Obadiah with the evidence in hand, given Obadiah's cunning and guile, it could very well alert him to the impending danger. Conversely, Pepper, as his personal assistant and an executive at Stark Industries, was the sole individual capable of accessing the company's core under the guise of regular duties without arousing Obadiah's suspicions. This was an exceptionally perilous maneuver, yet he had to place his trust in Pepper. The following day at Stark Industries headquarters, Pepper Potts sensed that something was amiss with Tony. Remarkably, he had come to the office on time, an unusual occurrence for him. He 1:11:44 summoned her to his office, uttering not a word, only handing her what appeared to be an inconspicuous USB drive. Pepper, please back up the contents of this drive and then take a look. Tony instructed. His demeanor was calm, yet Pepper could perceive a tumultuous, almost volcanic emotions simmering beneath the surface of his eyes. What is this? Pepper inquired with curiosity. Some of the company's old accounts, Tony replied, turning to gaze out of the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows at the bustling traffic below. Once you've reviewed it, you'll know what to do. Remember, keep this to yourself. Confusion swirled in Pepper's mind, yet she nodded in acquiescence. She returned to her office, locked the door, and inserted the USB drive into her computer. Upon opening a folder ominously titled The Truth, her complexion drained of color in an instant. Photographs, contracts, recordings, one after another. They pointed to the man both she and Tony held in the highest regard, Obadiah Stane. Dizziness enveloped her. She leaned against the desk to steady herself. Finally, she comprehended why 1:12:44 Tony had abruptly announced the closure of the weapons division. She understood at last why he had sequestered himself in the basement for so long, obsessively crafting that suit of armor. He was not merely playing. He was preparing for battle against an adversary too formidable to confront through conventional means. Taking a deep breath, Pepper compelled herself to regain composure. She recognized that this was not a moment for panic. Tony S entrustment of such weighty information to her signified the utmost confidence and she could not afford to disappoint him. She picked up the phone and dialed the internal line to the IT department. This is Pepper Potts. I need to download this quarter's financial statements and shipping records. The authorization code is Following Tony's instructions, she meticulously navigated the process to access data she ought not to see. Unbeknownst to her, as she commenced her task, a seemingly innocuous surveillance program on Obadiah Stane's computer screen emitted a red alert. Warning, executive assistant Pepper Potts is accessing confidential database. Obadiah's genial smile gradually faded, replaced by a cold, menacing expression 1:13:46 as he grasped the phone. It's me. Keep a close watch on Tony Stark. Report any unusual activity immediately. Also, investigate who Pepper Potts has been in contact with recently. It appears some little insects are beginning to stir. Upon hanging up, Obadiah rose and approached a concealed door hidden behind a bookshelf. After entering a password and undergoing an iris scan, the door creaked open to reveal a vast, clandestine laboratory. At the center stood a colossal, grotesque suit of armor, the Iron Monger. Almost ready. Almost ready. Obadiah murmured, caressing the cold armor with fervent eyes. Tony, my dear nephew, soon all that belongs to your father will be mine. Meanwhile, far away in New Jersey, Lin Shao was orchestrating several large engineering robots to transport brand new servers emblazoned with the Stark Industries logo into the underground base's computer room. A full 100 of them. All the latest models, top-tier products virtually unavailable in the market. Hey, guys, be careful. These are treasures. Lin Shao remarked, patting one of the servers as if admiring a 1:14:48 perfect work of art. With these behemoths, his Pangaea supercomputers' computational power would ascend to new heights. He observed as the servers were integrated into his system, the numbers representing processing power skyrocketing on the screen. Quite impressive. He nodded in satisfaction. Just then, his encrypted computer chimed. It was Tony. Banner has been located in TS, Chapter 10, Brazil, tracing the Hulk. Brazil, Rio de Janeiro, deep within the slums. The atmosphere was stifling and humid, saturated with the mingled scents of sweat, refuse, and cheap food. Lin Shao, clad in a faded old t-shirt and loose beach shorts, with flip-flops on his feet, resembled a backpacker seeking to immerse himself in local life. He despised this place, not for its filth and disorder, but for the palpable oppression and despair that pervaded it. Yet, he had to be here, for Bruce Banner was hiding within these confines. Tony's efficiency was astounding. Within less than 3 days, utilizing Jarvis's global network, he had sifted through a vast array of 1:15:48 immigration records, spending data, and surveillance footage to identify a highly probable target, an American named David B, who worked at a soda factory in Brazil. This David B was discreet, introverted, and hardly communicated with others, embodying all the traits of a fugitive. The crucial evidence lay in Tony's satellite scans of the area surrounding the soda factory, which revealed a faint yet distinct gamma radiation source that appeared at a consistent time each day between the factory and a dilapidated apartment building. It was him. After obtaining the address, Lin Shao wasted no time and set off immediately. Rather than boarding Tony's private jet, he purchased a standard commercial airline ticket, arriving in Brazil under his newly minted, clean identity, quietly. He was acutely aware that military and S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel might also be monitoring this location, necessitating extreme caution. He did not approach Banner directly. Instead, he rented a small, run-down room in the slums positioned diagonally across from the apartment building where Banner resided. 1:16:50 The room contained nothing but a bed and a table. From his seemingly ordinary backpack, Lin Shao retrieved several items, a signal receiver disguised as a power bank, several coin-sized adhesive cameras, and a device resembling an old radio but functioning as a high-precision gamma ray detector. These were all gadgets he had meticulously crafted in his base using state-of-the-art technology. As night fell, Lin Shao slipped out of his humble abode like a wraith, skillfully avoiding all potential eyes. He affixed the tiny cameras to the corners of the walls beneath Banner's apartment by the stairwell and near the back door of the soda factory. Completing this task, he returned to his room and activated the power bank. A miniature holographic projection screen emerged from the side, displaying the clear images from the various cameras. He is now capable of monitoring Banner's movements around the clock. Well then, let me see how the renowned Hulk is faring these days. Lin Shao poured himself a bottle of locally brewed beer, sipping while fixated on the screen. For the next 2 days, he assumed the role of the most patient hunter, observing his prey. He witnessed 1:17:51 Banner arriving punctually at the soda factory each day, laboring as a silent worker on the production line. He noted that after work, Banner would frequent a Brazilian jiu-jitsu gym, learning to control his breathing and heart rate. Each evening, he observed Banner engaging in encrypted communications with a person using the alias Mr. Blue, discussing his affliction. Everything unfolded just as depicted in the film. Lin Shao refrained from acting hastily. He understood that confronting Banner directly, proclaiming, "Hey, I know you are the Hulk and I can help you." would merely brand him as a lunatic. He sought an opportunity, one that would enable him to intervene seamlessly and instantly gain Banner's trust. He was waiting for the fateful incident triggered by a drop of blood. According to the film's plot, this event was destined to occur within days. Indeed, on the third afternoon, Lin Shao's gamma ray detector emitted a faint beeping sound. The graph representing gamma radiation levels displayed a slight, abnormal fluctuation. The source of this fluctuation emerged from the direction of the soda factory. Shortly thereafter, 1:18:52 his camera, positioned at the factory's rear entrance, captured the moment when Banner inadvertently cut his finger while working, causing a drop of blood to fall into a bottle of soda. It's happening. Lin Shao's spirit soared. He knew that the tainted soda would soon be shipped to America, destined for some unfortunate soul to consume, subsequently alerting the military. General Ross's forces would undoubtedly descend upon this place swiftly. He had to make contact with Banner before the military made their move. Lin Shao sprang into action. Rather than heading to the factory, he proceeded directly to the apartment building where Banner resided. He did not ascend the stairs, but lingered downstairs, posing as a local youth with nothing to do, leaning against the wall, engaging in idle chatter with a few other ne'er-do-wells. His gaze remained fixed on the entrance of the apartment. As evening fell, Banner returned from the factory, dragging his weary frame. His pallor was poor, evidently still troubled by the earlier incident. With his head bowed, he hurried into the apartment building. Lin Xiao refrained from following him inside. He recognized that Banner's 1:19:52 anxiety was palpable. The approach of any stranger could easily provoke him. What he required was a serendipitous encounter. Lin Xiao turned and entered a nearby convenience store, purchasing some bread and water. He then ascended the apartment stairs, arriving at Banner's door. Instead of knocking, he gently placed the bread and water at the threshold. Afterward, he descended the stairs, disappearing into the night. Inside the apartment, Banner sat at his computer messaging Mr. Blue. I made a mistake today, an irreversible one. Calm down, David. Breathe deeply. Tell me what happened. My blood contaminated a product. They will find me. They will come for me soon. Banner's heart rate escalated, the crude monitor on his wrist displaying frantic numbers. 120, 130, 140. He felt a surge of heat within his body, as though a green light pulsed beneath his skin. No, not here. He forced his eyes shut, striving to recall the breathing techniques taught by his jujitsu instructor. Inhale, exhale. The rise in his heart rate gradually subsided. Just then, he heard a faint 1:20:52 rustling outside the door. Banner's body tensed instantly. Have they come? So soon? He crept to the door, peering through the peephole. The corridor lay empty. However, at his doorstep, a paper bag awaited him, containing fresh bread and a bottle of water. Banner stood frozen. Who could it be? Cautiously, he opened the door, snatched the paper bag, and swiftly retreated into his room. He inspected the contents. The food and water appeared untainted. He could not fathom who, in this unfamiliar place, would perform such a benevolent act. A neighbor, perhaps? With bewilderment, he consumed the bread. Meanwhile, Lin Xiao observed the entire scene through a miniature camera placed at the staircase. The first step was complete. Lin Xiao smiled. His objective was to gradually diminish Banner's weariness through these inadvertent, small acts of kindness, letting him know that, in this perilous world, there may be allies amidst the adversaries. For the following 2 days, Lin Xiao consistently left a simple meal at Banner's doorstep before his return home. Sometimes it was bread, other times fruit. He never 1:21:53 revealed himself. Akin to a true Cinderella, Banner's initial caution gradually transformed into a habit of curiosity. He began waiting at his door, eager to discover the identity of this mysterious benefactor. Yet, Lin Xiao always managed to elude him perfectly. This cat-and-mouse game subtly eased Banner's taut nerves, leading him to feel perhaps he was not entirely alone. On the fifth day, Lin Xiao sensed the moment had nearly arrived. Military personnel could appear at any moment. He needed to initiate first contact. This time, he refrained from leaving food at Banner's door. Instead, he affixed a small note in Portuguese to the battered wooden door. The note contained but a single sentence, "I know you are in trouble. Perhaps I can help you, if you are willing. Meet me tonight at 10:00 p.m. at the third warehouse in the docks. Come alone." Having completed this task, Lin Xiao departed, confident that Banner would indeed come, for what he offered was the very thing Banner needed most, hope. Chapter 11. I can help you control it. Under the night sky at the Rio docks, the sea breeze carried 1:22:54 a briny scent. The abandoned third warehouse lay shrouded in darkness, with only a few beams of moonlight filtering through the damaged roof, illuminating the dust swirling in the air. Bruce Banner stood alone in the center of the warehouse, his heart unwittingly racing. The numbers on the heart rate monitor on his wrist fluctuated between 90 and 100, a precarious range. He questioned why he had come. The mysterious note seemed more like a trap. Yet, akin to a drowning person grasping at any floating straw, he had arrived, drawn by the promise of assistance. "You came." A calm voice emerged from the shadows of the warehouse. Banner's body tensed instantly as he spun around to face the source of the voice. A figure emerged slowly from behind a stack of containers. It was the seemingly idle Asian youth he had occasionally seen downstairs over the past few days. "It's you?" Banner's voice was somewhat hoarse, laced with caution. "Who are you? What do you want?" "My name is Lin Xiao." Stepping into the moonlight, Lin Xiao extended his hands in a gesture of goodwill. "As for what I wish to do, I aim to assist you, Dr. Banner." Upon 1:23:55 hearing the title Dr., Banner, his pupils dilated sharply. It had been a long time since anyone had referred to him in such a manner. "I don't know you. You must have mistaken me for someone else," he instinctively denied. "No, I have not erred." Lin Xiao's tone remained calm. "Virginia, Culver University. You were once among the seven foremost physicists there, specializing in gamma ray research, until that unfortunate incident occurred." Banner's complexion shifted dramatically. This information was known only to the military and scarcely anyone else. "Are you with the military?" His voice turned cold, body slightly leaning forward, adopting a defensive posture. "No, I am not." Lin Xiao shook his head. "If I were, this place would not be surrounded by just me, but rather an entire reinforced company. General Ross is not a man of patience." At the mention of General Ross, a flicker of fear and anger flashed in Banner's eyes. "Then who exactly are you? How do you know all of this?" "I am merely someone who harbors a keen interest in your research." Lin Xiao decided to drop a bombshell. "I am fascinated by how you applied the Stark Banner effect to the 1:24:57 subject of cellular regeneration. Unfortunately, during that experiment, your dosage calculations went awry." "Stark Banner effect?" The term struck Banner's mind like a bolt of lightning. This was a theoretical conjecture he had proposed during early correspondence with Tony Stark regarding the benign stimulation of cells through low doses of gamma rays. This theory existed solely in his private emails with Stark and had never been publicly disclosed. How could this individual possibly know? Was he sent by Tony Stark? "Did Tony send you?" Banner probed cautiously. "One could say that," Lin Xiao replied, knowing that invoking Tony's name would be the quickest way to gain trust. "Tony admires your talent. He believes you should not continue to hide away, squandering your brilliance." Banner fell silent. Tony Stark, the man who, like him, was hailed as a genius. If it were him who knew his secret, it seemed plausible. His guard was lowered by half. "What do you want from me?" "As I said, I wish to help you." Lin Xiao took a few steps closer, meeting Banner's gaze directly. "I know you have been attempting to control the other you within your body. You've been practicing 1:25:57 yoga, martial arts, meditation, trying to suppress it through heart rate control. But that is merely a temporary fix." "You." Banner struggled to articulate his thoughts. This young man seemed to see through him entirely. "You regard it as an enemy, a monster to be eradicated. But have you ever considered that it is, in fact, a part of you?" Lin Xiao's voice carried a peculiar guiding quality. "The more you resist it, the stronger it becomes. The more you fear it, the more it spirals out of control." "What do you suggest I do?" Banner's emotions flared, his heart rate rising again. "Should I embrace it? You know it has destroyed everything. My life, my love, my career, everything it has obliterated." "Calm down, doctor," Lin Xiao promptly interjected. "Look at your watch." Banner glanced down, noticing his heart rate had surged to 135. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to regain composure. "When I speak of embracing, I do not mean to let it wreak havoc," Lin Xiao continued. "I mean you need to understand it, communicate with it, even master it." "Master it?" Banner found the term preposterous. "You make 1:26:58 it sound so easy." "No, not at all easy, but it is not impossible." Lin Xiao retrieved a metal wristband from his backpack. Its design was sleek and replete with a sense of technology, devoid of any visible interfaces, save for a small screen. "What is this?" Banner inquired. "A biological neural feedback regulator," Lin Xiao explained. "I crafted this specifically for your situation. It can monitor your heart rate, blood pressure, adrenaline levels, and cerebral cortex activity in real time." "How does it differ from this?" Banner gestured towards the rudimentary monitor on his wrist. "The difference is substantial." Lin Xiao smiled. "Your device merely monitors. Mine intervenes." He pressed a button on the side of the wristband, and the screen illuminated with a soft blue halo. "Inside this regulator is a miniature neural pulse generator. When I set predefined parameters and detect that your emotions are about to spiral out of control, it will automatically release a specific low-frequency bioelectrical pulse, directly influencing your limbic system and amygdala. Its purpose is not to forcibly suppress your anger, which 1:27:59 would only lead to a more violent rebound. Instead, it deceives your brain into producing signals akin to calmness or pleasure, thereby neutralizing your negative emotions. In simpler terms, it does not apply the brakes. Rather, it provides you with an alternative path to tread when you are on the verge of losing control." Banner was utterly bewildered. Bioelectrical pulses intervening in the limbic system. This was beyond the realm of current technology. It was akin to something from a science fiction novel. "This This cannot be," he murmured to himself. "There is nothing impossible, doctor." Lin Xiao extended the wristband towards him. "If Tony Stark can embed an arc reactor in his chest, why can I create this? Consider it a small gift from Stark Industries." Banner gazed at the metallic wristband before him, his expression a complex tapestry of doubt and insatiable longing. What if this device truly proved effective? Would it mean he no longer had to live in constant fear? Might it even allow him to return to Betty? "Why should I trust you?" Banner grappled with his final vestiges of skepticism. "You do not need to trust me." Lin Xiao's response 1:29:00 surprised him. "You merely need to trust in science. Wear it. Give it a try. If it proves useless, you can always toss it into the sea. You stand to lose nothing, do you not?" This statement shattered Banner's final psychological barrier. Indeed, he had lost everything. What more could he possibly forfeit? He reached out, trembling, accepting the metallic wristband from Lin Xiao's hands. The band felt cold to the touch, yet it exuded an oddly inviting warmth. He removed the old monitor from his wrist and donned the futuristic regulator. The wristband automatically tightened, conforming perfectly to his wrist. The screen displayed his heart rate data clearly, 128. "Now, doctor." Lin Xiao's voice resonated once more. "Try to think of something that angers you. Perhaps General Ross. Perhaps the experiment that ruined you." Banner's breath hitched. He closed his eyes and painful memories flooded back. The cold visage of General Ross, Betty's sorrowful gaze as she departed, the excruciating torment of gamma rays engulfing him in the lab. A suppressed, inhuman growl erupted from his throat. His body began to tremble slightly, and 1:30:02 beneath his skin, a green luminescence flickered ominously once more. The numbers on the heart rate monitor surged wildly, 140, 150, 160. Just as it was about to breach the critical threshold, a faint hum emanated from the wristband, which suddenly radiated a soft blue halo, spreading like a gentle wave. An indescribable, refreshing sensation instantaneously coursed from his wrist throughout his body, surging into his brain. It felt akin to having a bucket of ice water poured over him in the scorching desert. No, it was even more delightful. It was a tranquility and solace that emanated from the depths of his soul. Banner felt his impending fury dissipate like a deflated balloon. He opened his eyes wide, gasping for breath. He glanced down at the wristband. The heart rate on the screen was visibly declining, 155, 140, 120, 100. Finally stabilizing at 85, an absolutely safe figure. It worked. Banner beheld his hands, then turned to Lin Xiao across from him, his eyes brimming with 1:31:02 an indescribable mixture of shock and elation. "I I did it." He murmured. "I have gained control." "No, doctor." Lin Xiao smiled, correcting him. "It is not you who has gained control, it is we, together, who have achieved this." Banner lifted his gaze to Lin Xiao, this enigmatic young man who had descended like a deity into his desolate life. He opened his mouth, a torrent of words coalescing into a single utterance. "Thank you." Lin Xiao nodded, aware that from this moment onward, he had completely earned Bruce Banner's trust. The plan to intercept General Ross and S. H. I. E. L. D. had successfully taken its first step. "No need to thank me. However, doctor, I recommend we leave this place promptly." Lin Xiao's expression grew serious. "Military personnel should be on route. That surprise in your factory is about to be collected." Banner's complexion shifted. "Where we going?" "It is a place where you can conduct your research undisturbed, and where the wisdom in your mind can truly be realized." A mysterious smile crept upon Lin Xiao's 1:32:02 lips. "But not now. You still have matters to complete." Chapter 12, Obadiah's malice. Stark Industries, top floor office. "Tony." Obadiah muttered this name, his eyes narrowing with a palpable malice. Those who ascend to high positions are not fools. Pepper Potts' unusual behavior would undoubtedly draw his attention. "That damn kid." Obadiah slammed his fist onto the desk. His original plan had been to wait until the Iron Monger armor was fully perfected and the energy issue resolved. Then orchestrate an unfortunate accident to make Tony vanish from this world. But now, he could not afford to wait. Tony had already begun to retaliate. He had to act immediately, preemptively crushing Tony before he could strike. Obadiah's gaze drifted to the bookshelf against the wall. His expression turned frenzied and resolute. "You have forced my hand, Tony. You have pushed me to this." He strode quickly to the hidden door behind the bookshelf, unlocking his secret laboratory. The massive Iron Monger armor stood silently in the center. Its chest had been hollowed out, awaiting its heart's installation. "William, how is the 1:33:03 energy core calibration progressing?" Obadiah bellowed at a researcher within the lab. The chief scientist, William, wiped the sweat from his brow, responding nervously. "Mr. Stane, we are still attempting to extract technical data from the Stark Tower's primary reactor. There are numerous gaps, and we cannot independently manufacture a stable miniature reactor. Its energy output is highly unstable if we force it to start." "I do not wish to hear possibilities." Obadiah interrupted him harshly. "I demand results. I want to see it operational tonight." "But sir, this is far too dangerous. We lack the core technology for the miniature reactor in Tony Stark's chest. It is akin to a black box." William attempted to argue. "Lacking?" A sinister smile crept onto Obadiah's face. "Who says we lack it?" He turned and exited the laboratory, making his way directly to Tony's office. Since Tony was already aware of the truth, there was no need to maintain the facade of a benevolent uncle. He would personally extract the heart from Tony's chest. Meanwhile, at the Malibu beachfront villa, Pepper Potts paced anxiously in the living 1:34:04 room. Following Lin Xiao's instructions relayed through Tony, she had copied Obadiah's incriminating evidence onto a USB drive for S. H. I. E. L. D. An agent named Phil Coulson had received her and assured her that action would be taken immediately. However, an hour had passed without any news. Meanwhile, Tony remained locked in his underground workshop, oblivious to the unfolding situation. An ominous premonition gnawed at her. Just then, the door to the underground workshop swung open abruptly. Tony emerged, his complexion somewhat pale, but his eyes unusually bright. "Pepper, you did exceptionally well." He looked at Pepper, offering a rare, gentle smile. "Leave the rest to me." "Tony, what are you planning? Agent Coulson said they would handle it. Don't be impulsive." Pepper said with concern. "Rest assured, I'm not going to fight." Tony patted her shoulder. "I'm merely going to reclaim something that belongs to me." As he spoke, he prepared to leave. Just then, the front door of the villa was violently pushed open from the outside. Obadiah Stane strode in, flanked by several menacing bodyguards. 1:35:06 "Tony, my dear nephew, are you about to leave?" Obadiah wore a disingenuous smile, but his eyes glinted like a wolf, fixated on Tony. "Uncle Obadiah." Tony feigned surprise, raising an eyebrow. "What brings you here so late? Is there a problem with the company?" "The company is doing just fine." Obadiah advanced, step by step, yet personally. "I have a few minor issues that require your assistance." His gaze fell upon the arc reactor in Tony's chest, his greedy expression unabashed. Tony's heart sank. He knew the worst had come to pass. "I'm afraid I can't help you." Tony took a step back, shielding Pepper behind him. "I'm feeling a bit tired today. I wish to retire early." "That won't do." Obadiah's smile morphed into a sinister grin. "You're going nowhere today." He waved his hand. The bodyguards behind him immediately produced a peculiar circular device, aiming it at Tony. A high-frequency sound wave surged through the living room. Tony felt as though his head had been struck by a massive hammer. Darkness enveloped him, his ears rang with pain, and he instantly lost all strength, collapsing to the ground. 1:36:07 This was a sonic weapon specifically designed to exploit his vulnerabilities. Obadiah had long since discerned all his weaknesses. "Tony!" Pepper gasped in horror, attempting to rush forward, only to be restrained by two bodyguards. Obadiah approached the incapacitated Tony, crouching down as if admiring a work of art, gazing at the glowing arc reactor in his chest. "What a masterpiece, Tony." He extended his hand and gently tapped the reactor's outer casing. "The very thing your father failed to accomplish in his lifetime has been constructed by you, a mere dandy. How utterly ironic." "You you traitor." Tony gritted his teeth and said with great difficulty. "Traitor?" Obadiah laughed. "No, Tony. I am merely reclaiming what rightfully belongs to me. Stark Industries was built by your father and me. Why should it be handed over to you, a worthless creature who knows only indulgence upon his death?" He ceased his idle chatter and produced a specially designed tool from his pocket. He was about to take action. He intended to violently extract the very core that sustained Tony's life. "No, 1:37:08 stop!" Pepper screamed, struggling desperately in hopeless despair. All of this was being transmitted live through the security cameras in the villa to that underground base in New Jersey. Lin Xiao watched the unfolding events on the screen with an expressionless demeanor. His finger hovered over a red virtual button, poised to activate the backdoor he had left within the Iron Monger system at any moment. Yet, he refrained from doing so. The Iron Monger had yet to make its appearance. Now was not the time. He had to wait. Wait for the opportune moment. Wait for a time that would maximize his interests. On the screen, Obadiah had pried open the reactor's securing clasp. Tony's complexion began to turn a shade of blue due to oxygen deprivation. Lin Xiao narrowed his eyes. With his other hand, he typed rapidly on the illuminated keyboard. An encrypted message was dispatched. Recipient, Phil Coulson. The message was succinct, consisting of a live screenshot and the villa's precise coordinates. The screenshot depicted the moment Obadiah was about to extract Tony's heart. "Coulson, I can assist you no further." Lin Xiao murmured to 1:38:09 himself. "Whether you arrive in time depends on the efficiency of your S. H. I. E. L. D. agents." Having completed this, he continued to stare at the screen. He knew Colonel Rhodes should be arriving shortly. Tony must have contacted him before leaving. Everything was still within his calculations. Although the process was perilous, the main storyline remained intact. Ultimately, Obadiah would secure the reactor, and Tony would inevitably replace it with the old heart preserved by Pepper. Before donning his armor to confront that fateful duel, leaning back in his chair, Lin Xiao poured himself a glass of whiskey. "Come on, Obadiah. Let me see just how powerful your Iron Monger truly is. And let me witness whether you will appreciate the surprise I have prepared for you." He raised his glass towards the screen in a distant salute. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night. Chapter 13, Iron Monger. In the main control room of Stark Industries, the massive arc reactor hummed with energy. Coulson arrived just in time, explained his purpose to Pepper, and led the S. H. I. 1:39:09 E. L. D. agents to locate the scientist, Dr. William, who had been locked away by Obadiah. He has taken the reactor. He has lost his mind. He will destroy us all. William exclaimed incoherently. Pepper's heart sank. She gazed up at the enormous arc reactor powering all of Los Angeles. A frenzied thought surged in her mind. Mr. Coulson, is there a way to overload this reactor? Coulson paused. Miss Potts, do you realize what you're suggesting? This would trigger an unprecedented blackout. I know. Pepper's gaze was resolute. But this is the only way to stop him. Meanwhile, with Colonel Rhodes' assistance, Tony had managed to return to his workshop with great difficulty. Rhodes looked at the hollow cavity in Tony's chest and the dimly glowing old reactor encased in glass beside him, his face etched with shock. Tony, you Enough of the chatter, Rhodey. Help me install it. Tony's voice trembled with weakness. The heart replacement surgery was arduous, but completed with Rhodes' help. As the old reactor was re-embedded in his chest, a faint blue glow flickered to life. And 1:40:09 Tony exhaled deeply, feeling as if he had been resurrected. All right, old friend. It's our time to shine. He strode towards the already prepared suit, gleaming in red and gold. Mark III. Boom. With a thunderous roar, the red and gold figure soared into the sky, racing towards Stark Industries. On the highway, vehicles were embroiled in chaos due to the blackout. Obadiah's Iron Monger wreaked havoc, trampling through the traffic with heavy steps. It effortlessly overturned cars, its massive mechanical hands tearing metal roofs apart as if they were Haha. This is true power. Obadiah cackled maniacally in the cockpit. The reactor stolen from Tony provided his war machine with a continuous flow of energy. He felt like a god. At that moment, a red and gold streak descended from the heavens, crashing forcefully into the Iron Monger. Bang. The massive Iron Monger staggered backward, carving deep ruts into the ground. Obadiah, Iron Man hovered in midair, his voice cold beneath the helmet. The game is over. Tony. Obadiah glared at the sleek, 1:41:11 stylish armor before him, his eyes filled with jealousy and malice. You always manage to create the finest toys. He abruptly raised his arm, and the Gatling gun mounted on his shoulder began to whirl. But this time, I will not allow you to take my possessions. Rat-a-tat-tat. The barrage of bullets rained down upon Iron Man like a tempest. Iron Man deftly evaded in midair while simultaneously launching mini missiles from his arm. Boom. Boom. Explosions erupted against the Iron Monger's heavy armor, leaving only shallow imprints. Useless, Tony. My armor is far sturdier than your tin can. Obadiah roared with laughter, activating the flight thrusters on his back. The heavy Iron Monger surprisingly took to the skies. The two armored titans engaged in an unprecedented chase and battle across the night sky of Los Angeles. In the underground base in New Jersey, Lin Xiao held his glass, watching the battle on the screen as if it were a top-tier Hollywood blockbuster. I must admit, the Iron Monger is indeed formidable. Its rugged build and fierce power make it a daunting opponent. The Mark III seemed 1:42:13 like a nimble assassin, contending against a heavily armored warrior. While Tony's flying skills and tactics were superior, his weaponry struggled to inflict substantial damage on the Iron Monger. Soon, the battle escalated to the heights of the atmosphere. Jarvis, how much higher can we ascend? Sir, according to calculations, our energy reserves will soon freeze. Then let us take a gamble. Iron Man shot upward, dragging the Iron Monger along to even higher, colder altitudes. Indeed, the Iron Monger's crude systems began to falter first. Warning, system freezing. Loss of control. Obadiah screamed in terror within the cockpit, helplessly watching as he transformed into a massive iron block, plummeting from 10,000 ft into the ground. Boom. The Iron Monger forcefully pierced through the roof of Stark Industries, descending into the grand hall housing the arc reactor. Tony Stark followed closely behind, landing in the chamber. His suit was nearly depleted of energy, its crimson and gold exterior marked by frost and the scars of battle. You've lost, Obadiah. Tony declared as he 1:43:14 lifted his faceplate. I've lost. The cockpit of the Iron Monger slowly opened, and Obadiah Stane crawled out with a maniacal grin. No, Tony. I have not yet lost. He pressed a button on his arm. I still have my final trump card. With that motion, the Iron Monger's systems rebooted, and the heavy armor began to stir once more. It extended its massive mechanical hand, reaching out to seize Tony. Tony's energy reserves were insufficient to allow him to take off again, leaving him pinned firmly to the ground by the Iron Monger. The sound of metal crushing echoed painfully in the air. Cracks began to form in the chest plate of Mark III. Tony, your greatest weakness is your overly sentimental heart. Obadiah sneered, increasing the pressure in his grip. Farewell, my dear nephew. In the underground base, Lin Xiao observed this scene and set down his glass. He knew the moment had arrived. It was now. His fingers danced across the illuminated keyboard, inputting a pre-prepared command to activate the backdoor. Goodbye, Obadiah. In the midst of the battle, just as Obadiah prepared to deliver the final 1:44:15 blow to Tony, ready to crush him into oblivion, an unexpected turn of events transpired. The colossal hand of Iron Monger, poised to close around Tony's chest, suddenly halted mere centimeters from its target. It stood motionless. What's happening? Obadiah was taken aback. He strained against the control stick, yet the mechanical hand remained as if welded in place. What is going on? He was horrified to discover that not only was the hand immobile, but the entire Iron Monger, all its joints, and weapon systems had failed. On the control interface, all the buttons had turned gray. At the center of the screen, a blood-red word appeared. Locked. Locked. What does locked mean? Who did this? Obadiah bellowed in the cockpit, furious. His once invincible Iron Monger had turned into a useless steel coffin at the most critical moment. This sudden turn of events left both Obadiah and the pinned Tony in a state of bewilderment. Tony had prepared himself to face death. Yet he quickly realized this was his only chance. Jarvis, concentrate all remaining energy 1:45:15 into the chest repulsor. Sir, doing so would cause the suit to shut down completely. Execute the command. Yes, sir. The reactor in Mark III's chest erupted with blinding light. Boom. A robust energy beam struck the unguarded cockpit of the Iron Monger at point-blank range. The explosion engulfed Obadiah's face, twisted with fear. Almost simultaneously, Pepper finally convinced Coulson to press the button for reactor overload. The massive arc reactor unleashed a cataclysmic surge of energy, soaring into the sky and completely consuming the teetering Iron Monger. As everything settled into silence, Tony lay on the ground, gasping for breath. He had won, albeit in a manner that felt inexplicably fortuitous. He couldn't fathom why Iron Monger had suddenly malfunctioned at the last moment. Just then, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning. Could it be him? In New Jersey, within the underground base, Lin Xiao heard the long-awaited voice of the system. Ding. Dimensional anchor point. Iron Man versus Iron Monger completed. Commencing sign-in evaluation and settlement. 1:46:16 Detected host actions. One, obtained incriminating evidence against Obadiah Stane in advance and handed it to key figures, advancing the plot. Evaluation increased. Two, infiltrated and analyzed the Iron Monger S armor systems, foreseeing its weaknesses. Evaluation increased. Three, embedded a high-privilege backdoor program into the Iron Monger S systems. Evaluation significantly increased. Four, activated the backdoor at a critical moment, locking the Iron Monger and creating a decisive counterattack opportunity for Tony Stark, averting his demise. Comprehensive assessment. The host deeply intervened and directed the final outcome of the battle without altering the main storyline of Iron Monger's defeat. Final sign-in evaluation, SS. An SS rating. Although not an SSS, it was within Lin Xiao's expectations. After all, this time he had not directly altered a person's fate like he did with Ethan. He merely provided a safety net. An SS rating was already a tremendous gain. Distributing SS sign-in reward. Reward successfully granted. 1:47:17 Congratulations, host. You have received incomplete blueprints for biological armor. Biological armor? Lin Xiao's eyes lit up instantly. Though incomplete, he was a genius. Even flawed designs could yield magnificent results. As he excitedly pondered the newly acquired blueprints, another system notification quietly appeared. Ding. Detecting activation of a new dimensional anchor point. Location, New York, Harlem. Event, battle with Abomination. Sign-in task initiated. Lin Xiao sprang to his feet, exhilarated. It was happening. Hulk versus Abomination. Chapter 14, new rewards and street battle. Lin Xiao closed his eyes, meticulously digesting the vast knowledge that had suddenly appeared in his mind. This was no mere blueprint. It was a complete technical system encompassing theoretical foundations, material science, energy application, and engineering manufacturing. The incomplete portion primarily served as the key medium for control and functional systems. The energy supply could be resolved with a miniature arc reactor. Yet the medium 1:48:19 required several special energies that did not exist on Earth or in the cosmos. Despite this, the SS level reward resonated deeply with him. With this, he could truly possess the capital to thrive in this perilous world. It appeared that he would need to devise a way to procure some cutting-edge technology. Lin Xiao stroked his chin thoughtfully. However, he was soon pulled back to reality by the new notification from the system. Dimensional anchor point. Battle with Abomination. In the streets of Harlem, a green giant and a more grotesque, spiny monster were engaged in a fierce brawl. Hulk versus Abomination. Lin Xiao approached the supercomputing array, pulling up real-time satellite imagery and public surveillance networks of New York City. Before long, he pinpointed the chaotic battlefield in Harlem. From the surveillance footage, the scene resembled a catastrophe, with Abomination, the monstrous transformation of Emil Blonsky, rampaging and wreaking havoc indiscriminately. He overturned vehicles, smashed buildings, and military helicopters fell before him like mere insects swatted away with ease. Yet, the Hulk, despite his fury, 1:49:21 seemed to retain a flicker of reason as he endeavored to protect a woman, Betty Ross. General Ross's forces had already encircled the entire area. However, their assaults, be it heavy machine guns or rockets, were akin to mere tickling for the two Instead, they provoked an even fiercer wrath, resulting in greater devastation. "A band of fools." Lin Xiao shook his head as he observed the screen. He was aware that the outcome of this battle would culminate in the Hulk utilizing both his intellect and rage to ultimately strangle the abomination. Yet, the destruction wrought upon Harlem would be catastrophic with heavy civilian casualties. Since the system had assigned a mission to sign in, it implied that he had an opportunity to intervene. Moreover, according to the system's nature, the more effectively he intervened, the more beneficial the impact on the storyline, and the more generous the rewards. What constitutes a beneficial impact? Reducing civilian casualties and minimizing property damage undoubtedly qualifies. How to intervene? Lin Xiao's mind raced. He certainly could not venture into the 1:50:21 fray himself. Running amidst two gamma monstrosities, even with a biological shield, would be tantamount to courting death. Thus, remote technical support was the only option. His gaze fell upon the military vehicles displayed on the screen. He recalled that in the film, General Ross had brought forth a secret weapon, the sonic cannon developed by Stark Industries. That device had posed significant trouble for the Hulk in the movie. Yet, the military personnel were utterly inept in its utilization. They merely cranked up the power to maximum and unleashed a barrage at the Hulk, inadvertently inciting his fury further. "Eureka!" A smile crept across Lin Xiao's lips. He would assume the role of a battlefield commander. He approached his communication control console, his fingers flying across the virtual keyboard. His target was not the Pentagon's command system, which was too slow. Instead, he aimed for the battlefield communication network deployed by General Ross at the front lines. This encrypted network, hastily erected for command convenience, though fortified, was akin to an unguarded backyard before Lin Xiao and the Pangu 1:51:22 supercomputer behind him. In less than 30 seconds, "Infiltration successful." Lin Xiao successfully commandeered the communication channel of General Ross's front-line command vehicle. He could clearly hear the chaotic dialogue within. "Target B, the abomination, is moving towards 6th Avenue. Repeat, target B is moving towards 6th Avenue. Fire suppression. I need fire suppression. No, our bullets are ineffective against him. General, Blonsky has completely lost control." "Shut up." General Ross's roar erupted. "Where are the sonic cannon units? Have them aim at that green fellow, the Hulk. Fire." "But, General, Miss Betty is still beside him." "Follow orders." Upon hearing this, Lin Xiao scoffed coldly. Indeed, it was Ross, willing to disregard even his daughter's life to capture the Hulk. There was no time to waste. Lin Xiao took a deep breath, activated the voice modulation device, and adjusted his voice to that of a calm, composed middle-aged man. Then, he tapped into General Ross's highest command channel. "Attention, all units. This is Phantom Command." A foreign 1:52:24 voice suddenly intruded into the highest command channel, leaving everyone engaged in conversation momentarily stupefied, including General Ross. "Who? Who are you? How did you get in?" General Ross was the first to react, shouting into the microphone. "Who I am is irrelevant, General." Lin Xiao's voice was devoid of emotion. "What matters is, if you wish to turn the entire Harlem district into ruins before dawn while sacrificing your daughter's life in the process, you may continue with your current approach." "You!" General Ross was left speechless with rage. "Listen to my orders, General. I can assist you in regaining control of the situation." Lin Xiao's voice exuded an air of undeniable confidence. "Otherwise, in 5 minutes, I will release a recording of this conversation, which includes your order to abandon your daughter's life, along with all your incriminating evidence, to the New York Times." A brazen threat. General Ross's face turned a deep shade of crimson. He did not know who this phantom was, but he understood that if the individual could stealthily infiltrate his highest command channel, he certainly possessed 1:53:24 the capability to execute the threats he had just uttered. "What do you want?" Ross gritted his teeth and inquired. "Very simple." Lin Xiao gazed at the screen and began issuing commands. "Order your sonic cannon units to immediately cease their indiscriminate attacks on the Hulk. Adjust the sonic frequency from attack mode to deterrent mode." "Deterrent mode?" "Precisely. Set the frequency to 175 hertz, reducing power by 30%. Do not maintain a continuous beam. Employ a pulse attack every 3 seconds. The target of the attack is not the Hulk or the abomination, but the ground beneath them." This directive left everyone in the command channel dumbfounded. "Attack the ground? What sort of tactic is that? Are you out of your mind?" General Ross shouted in outrage. "Believe it or not, General, you have 4 minutes and 30 seconds." Lin Xiao replied unhurriedly. General Ross's fists clenched tightly. Ultimately, he relented. "Do as he says." He issued the command into the microphone. Soon, on the battlefield, two massive sonic cannons mounted on Humvees adjusted their aim. Buzz. A wave 1:54:25 of inaudible infrasound, in pulsed form, struck the asphalt beneath the Hulk and the abomination with great force. A miraculous scene unfolded. The ground did not explode. However, centered around the impact point, the surface began to undulate violently, resembling waves on water. As the Hulk and the abomination grappled, the ground suddenly softened beneath their feet, akin to stepping on cotton, causing them to lose their balance and tumble to the ground. Their colossal bodies could not remain steady on such a violently trembling surface. The two titans displayed expressions of bewilderment and confusion. They could not comprehend why the earth had betrayed them. "Effective." Soldiers on the front lines erupted in exclamations of delight. General Ross was equally stunned. This method actually worked. "Continue." Lin Xiao's voice rang out again. "All fire units, do not target their bodies. That will only provoke them. Attack their joints, knees, elbows. Restrict their mobility. Helicopter units, cease fire with machine guns. Use your searchlights. Bright lights can interfere with their vision." A series 1:55:26 of precise, effective, and astonishing commands were transmitted through this mysterious phantom command to every corner of the battlefield. The tide of battle shifted instantaneously. The military was no longer flailing about like headless chickens. Each of their attacks became highly tactical. The Hulk and the abomination found themselves in disarray. Overwhelmed by this unprecedented approach, they resembled two giants mercilessly toyed with by mischievous children, possessing immense strength, yet utterly restrained, unable to exert their power. The abomination grew increasingly agitated, while the Hulk began to exhibit signs of fatigue and confusion amidst the blinding light and tremors. Lin Xiao understood that this was merely a temporary respite. His true intention was to create an opportunity for the Hulk to vanquish the abomination. The moment had arrived. Lin Xiao's gaze was fixed upon the back of the abomination. Due to the military's interference, the abomination's attention was diverted, revealing a significant vulnerability in its defense. "Hulk." Lin Xiao bypassed the 1:56:26 military channel and instead accessed the back-end interface of the wristband gifted to Banner. This wristband was uniquely tailored by Lin Xiao, ensuring it would withstand even the Hulk's transformation. "Activate at full power." He was uncertain whether Banner would respond in time. He was merely taking a gamble. On the battlefield, the previously bewildered Hulk suddenly jolted. A flicker of clarity ignited in his green eyes. It was as though he heard a voice calling out to him. With a sudden surge, he lifted his head and beheld the abomination, oblivious to his presence. A thunderous roar erupted from the Hulk, a culmination of his strength, propelling him like a green projectile towards the abomination. Chapter 15, Gamma Control and the watchful eyes of S.H.I.E.L.D. The abomination was utterly unprepared for the Hulk's sudden outburst. He was sent hurtling through the air by this overwhelming force, his massive form crashing through the walls of a building like a broken sack. "Well done." Lin Xiao exclaimed, pumping his fist in exhilaration within the base. He had made the right bet. The control of 1:57:28 the battle had shifted back into the hands of the Hulk. Without granting the abomination a moment's respite, he charged into the ruins, seizing a colossal steel beam that had been snapped in the chaos. And, like a primal warrior, he brought it crashing down upon the abomination's head. The ensuing conflict became straightforward and brutal. Infuriated and seizing the opportunity, the Hulk displayed a devastating display of might. Ultimately, he ensnared the abomination's neck with a massive iron chain. And, amidst the creature's reluctant roars, it gradually ceased its struggles, slipping into unconsciousness. The battle was concluded. Although the streets lay in disarray, it was a far cry from the cinematic devastation that obliterated entire city blocks. Most importantly, aside from a few unfortunate soldiers, there were almost no civilian casualties in the skirmish. After incapacitating the abomination, the Hulk cast a glance towards the distant figure of Betty, whose face was edged with concern. He did not flee in disarray like in the films, besieged by the military. Under Lin Xiao's command, the military merely 1:58:29 surrounded them, refraining from any extreme actions. The Hulk emitted a complex, rumbling growl, casting a deep gaze at Betty before turning away and disappearing into the concrete jungle with a few mighty leaps. General Ross watched the Hulk's retreating figure, then glanced at the unconscious abomination on the ground, his expression darkening. Though he ultimately refrained from issuing a pursuit order. "Find him. Utilize all resources. I must unearth this phantom." Ross bellowed at his subordinates. In a subterranean base in New Jersey, Lin Xiao let out a long sigh of relief. Just then, the system notification chimed in as anticipated. Ding. Dimensional anchor point. Battle with the Abomination completed. Processing sign-in evaluation settlement. Detected host actions. One, infiltrated military battlefield communication networks, gaining command over the battlefield. Evaluation greatly enhanced. Two, proposed and guided the military in executing non-lethal tactics, significantly reducing civilian casualties and property damage. 1:59:31 Evaluation greatly enhanced. Three, at a critical moment, directed the Hulk to seize the opportunity, culminating in the end of the battle. Evaluation enhanced. Comprehensive assessment, the host, as the covert commander, perfectly orchestrated the battle, significantly influencing the plot while preserving the primary outcome of the Hulk's victory over the Abomination. Final sign-in evaluation, SSS. Another SSS. Lin Shao's heart raced with excitement. He knew it. Saving civilians was undeniably the most effective method for enhancing his evaluations, distributing SSS level sign-in rewards. Reward distribution successful. Congratulations to the host for obtaining passive ability, gamma ray control. Passive ability? Lin Shao was momentarily taken aback. Almost immediately, a peculiar, warm energy materialized within his body, swiftly integrating into every cell. He felt as though his body underwent a microscopic metamorphosis. Each cell became more resilient, brimming with vitality. He could even sense the faint, pure energy 2:00:32 radiation emanating from the Pang reactor in his basement. That feeling was delightful, akin to basking in sunlight. Gamma ray control. Your cellular structure has developed a natural adaptability and affinity for gamma rays. You will be immune to harmful gamma radiation and can absorb gamma energy from the environment to enhance your physical form. Furthermore, you can guide and manipulate this energy. As Lin Shao read the system's explanation, his eyes brightened with excitement. This ability was tailor-made for him. He had found the medium to control the biological armor. It truly felt like a timely gift, and Lin Shao was immensely satisfied with his acquisition. He switched off the battlefield surveillance, stretched, and prepared to indulge in a well-deserved rest. Meanwhile, in another realm, the world was erupting due to his two performances that night. The following day, Tony Stark convened a press conference. Facing the media from around the globe, he issued the script Pepper had prepared for him, instead proclaiming a historic statement. The truth is, I am Iron Man. The flash bulbs exploded 2:01:33 in a frenzy as the world reacted in astonishment. In the subterranean base, Lin Shao watched the live broadcast with a bemused smile. This guy truly hadn't changed a bit. He felt a swell of happiness for Tony. This man had finally found his life's purpose, no longer merely a weapon dealer. He believed Tony would become an even greater hero than depicted in the films. Lin Shao turned off the television, feeling elated, and set off for the laboratory to continue crafting his biological armor. At that moment, however, his highly encrypted computer, isolated from the outside world, suddenly lit up on its own. The screen did not display a dialogue box from Tony. Instead, a symbol gradually emerged, an eagle perched within a circle, the emblem of S.H.I.E.L.D. Lin Shao's pupils constricted in an instant. This computer was his highest level of secrecy, physically disconnected with one-way encrypted satellite communication. Theoretically, no one in the world besides him could connect to it. Yet now, the emblem of S.H.I.E.L.D. boldly 2:02:35 appeared on the screen, signifying that he had been located. A cold sweat trickled down Lin Shao's back. He dashed to the supercomputer array, his hands flying over the holographic keyboard as he initiated a reverse trace on the signal source. Data cascaded like a waterfall. However, the outcome weighed heavily on his heart. The signal source originated from a synchronous orbit satellite, 36,000 km above him. A ghost satellite, unregistered to any nation, with no records whatsoever. S.H.I.E.L.D. possesses such a level of advanced technology. Just as he was grappling with his astonishment, the emblem of S.H.I.E.L.D. vanished from the screen, replaced by a line of black, typewriter-style text that appeared one letter at a time. Hello, ghost. Lin Shao's gaze turned unusually grave as he recognized who was seated opposite him, Nick Fury, the world's foremost intelligence chief. He refrained from replying, choosing instead to observe in silence. The text 2:03:36 on the screen continued to flicker. Last night, you were quite busy. First, you orchestrated a spectacular mechanical failure in Los Angeles. And then, you assumed the role of battlefield commander in New York. You infiltrated Stark Industries and breached the military's battlefield network. Your understanding of Stark's armor is unparalleled, and your application of non-lethal tactics surpasses even our most elite tactical analysts. Most intriguing is your uncanny ability to be privy to information you ought not to know. Nick Fury possessed far more intelligence than Lin Shao had anticipated. He had meticulously replayed all of Lin Shao's actions from the previous night. We are quite interested in you, ghost. We wish to know who you are, where you come from, and what your intentions are. The fact that the other party had chosen to converse in this manner, rather than dispatching a squad of special forces to surround him, indicated that there remained room for negotiation. Nick Fury had ulterior motives. Lin Shao's finally rested upon the illuminated keyboard. He deleted all the text on the screen and 2:04:36 responded with just two words. What is the price? He sought to turn the tables, transforming this interrogation into a negotiation. On the other end of the screen, silence lingered for an extended period, clearly indicating that Lin Shao's response had caught Nick Fury off guard. After a full minute, new text reappeared. We need to talk. About you, about Tony Stark, about that behemoth known as Bruce Banner, about your seemingly prophetic abilities. Chapter 16. The initial confrontation with the one-eyed man. What is the price? In a dimly lit command room at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Triskelion headquarters, Nick Fury gazed at the audacious words on the screen, his lone remaining eye narrowing into a slit. Having navigated the murky waters of espionage for decades, he had interrogated the most obstinate terrorists, turned the most loyal enemy agents, and even dealt with extraterrestrials. Yet, encountering a ghost who immediately sought to discuss terms was a first. This individual was either an exceedingly arrogant madman or 2:05:36 truly fearless. Fury leaned towards the latter hypothesis. Agent Hill, standing behind him, stared at the words on the screen, her expression one of astonishment. Sir, is he provoking us? No. He is asserting his right to sit at the negotiation table. Fury's voice was low and gravelly. He gestured for the tech personnel to refrain from attempting a counter-tracking operation, knowing it would be futile. The ability to establish an encrypted communication channel through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s satellite network demonstrated a level of technological prowess beyond his comprehension. To force an issue would only reveal more of his own vulnerabilities. He approached the console, typing on the keyboard. We need to talk. About you, about Tony Stark, about that behemoth known as Bruce Banner, about your seemingly prophetic abilities. He aimed to convey the extent of his leverage. He was aware of Tony, of Banner, and most importantly, he recognized the core secret of this ghost, his ability to foresee the future. In a New Jersey underground base, Lin Shao read the final line of 2:06:37 text sent by Nick Fury. Foresee the future. This cunning old fox had indeed targeted his most fundamental secret. To acknowledge it would be tantamount to exposing his greatest trump card, leaving him vulnerable. To deny it would render any rebuttal feeble in light of Fury's indirect evidence. Engaging with someone like Nick Fury meant that the slightest hint of trepidation would invite him to pounce like a shark sensing blood, leaving nothing but bones. He needed a plausible persona, one that could explain everything without revealing his core secret. A powerful, enigmatic identity that would instill a sense of trepidation even in Nick Fury. Lin Shao's eyes sparkled with inspiration as an ingenious plan began to crystallize in his mind. His fingers danced across the keyboard, producing lines of text on the screen. Foreseeing the future? No, Director Fury, you underestimate me. I do not foresee the future. I merely catch glimpses of some alternate possibilities. What? At the Triskelion headquarters, Fury stood abruptly from his chair upon reading that line. Alternate possibilities? What 2:07:38 could that mean? Parallel universes? Multiverse timelines? Such concepts had only been speculated by a select few within S.H.I.E.L.D.'s upper echelons. Yet, those were merely conjectures. This ghost had articulated it so nonchalantly. Lin Shao did not grant Fury the luxury of contemplation, continuing to type. I saw a possibility where Obadiah Stane's conspiracy was not timely uncovered, and Tony Stark was nearly crushed by his shoddy armor in the reactor chamber. I saw a possibility where General Ross's foolish command turned Harlem into an inferno, resulting in countless civilian casualties, while Hulk, in a whirlwind of rage and despair, was captured by the military, rendered a specimen in a cage. I also saw a possibility where you, Director Nick Fury, assembled the Avengers, only for internal suspicion and external pressure to lead to its eventual disintegration, leaving Earth vulnerable before a formidable extraterrestrial overlord. He intended to portray himself as knowledgeable, yet not omniscient. Such 2:08:39 half-truths and half-lies held the greatest potential for deception. Meanwhile, on the other end of the screen, Nick Fury found himself utterly speechless. His back was drenched in cold sweat. The Avengers. This term represented the most closely guarded secret of his innermost plans. Only he and his most trusted deputy, Maria Hill, were privy to it. Even Coulson was only aware of fragments. How did this ghost come to know? Fury felt exposed before this mysterious individual, as if he were an uncloaked child with all his secrets laid bare. This transcended mere intelligence gathering. "Sir, Agent Hill" S voice trembled slightly. Fury raised his hand, silencing her. He forced himself to regain composure and returned to his chair. He realized that today he may have come into contact with an entity far beyond his imagination. He needed to reassess ghost S level of danger and potential utility. "Who are you really?" Fury typed this question, his tone shifting from interrogation to inquiry. "Who I am is of little consequence." Lin Xiao's response retained that enigmatic tone of his. 2:09:40 "You may regard me as an observer. An observer who is not fond of witnessing tragedies unfold. I assist Tony because I believe he has the potential to become a great hero, rather than a pitiful wretch who meets his demise at the hands of his uncle. I aid Banner because I feel he ought not to be confined as a monster. His brilliant mind still holds value for this world. As for you, Director Fury, my willingness to converse with you stems from your Avengers Initiative. Although it harbors numerous foolish and naive elements, its overarching direction is commendable. This universe is far more perilous than you can fathom. You must be prepared." Employing the rhetoric he had gleaned from his past life's online experiences, Lin Xiao artfully crafted a narrative. His aim was to sculpt himself into an image of a benevolent prophet hailing from a higher dimension, a persona that could easily intimidate a suspicious schemer like Nick Fury, as it was unfalsifiable. Indeed, Fury remained silent for an extended period. Lin Xiao could almost envision the frantic activity occurring beneath his bald obsidian dome, as his mind processed every utterance made. "Hill." Fury's 2:10:42 voice finally broke the silence, gravelly, elevating the threat level of the ghost to its zenith. "Code name, Prophet. All information regarding him was to be classified." "Yes, sir." After issuing the command, Fury refocused on the screen, acutely aware that he had relinquished control of the conversation. Now, he found himself in a position where he had to request further information from the other party. "What do you desire?" Fury inquired. Lin Xiao's response began to reveal his true intentions. "I require resources, special resources that your S.H.I.E.L.D. possesses, but are unattainable from the outside." "Such as?" "For instance, the blue cube you recovered from the Hydra base. I wish to borrow it for research purposes." "The cosmic cube?" Fury's pupils constricted to pinpricks. He finally comprehended the other party's objective. What he desired were these marvels that transcended earthly technology. "Impossible." Fury rejected outright without a moment's hesitation. "These items pertain to the safety of the entire world. I cannot entrust them to anyone." "Do not be so hasty in your 2:11:44 refusal, Director Fury." Lin Xiao smiled as he typed. "I do not intend to seize them. I merely wish to borrow them. I can exchange equivalent intelligence. I can reveal to you that the blue cube is actually known as the Space Stone." Boom. Fury's mind detonated like a bomb. All his previous doubts evaporated in that instant, replaced by an overwhelming sense of fear. He realized that he was potentially facing an interstellar war that could engulf the entire Earth, and this mysterious prophet before him was his sole lifeline, capable of foreseeing the future. "What do you require of me?" Fury struggled to type. He had capitulated. Lin Xiao gazed at the screen, a victorious smile gracing his lips. He knew he had succeeded in manipulating Nick Fury, the world's foremost intelligence chief. "It is quite simple." Lin Xiao articulated his conditions. "Firstly, cease any investigations into my person. I am a ghost and wish to remain undisturbed. Secondly, provide me with a high-level access interface, allowing me to peruse S.H.I.E.E.L.D. S non-classified database at any time. I 2:12:46 need to be apprised of all that transpires in this world. Lastly, and most crucially, when I require certain special materials or technical support, I hope Director Fury can accommodate my requests. Rest assured, I will compensate for the consulting fees." Lin Xiao's final statement was laden with implication, reminiscent of the scene in the first Avengers film where Tony carried a nuclear warhead into the portal. Nick Fury contemplated these conditions, ensnared in a prolonged silence. He understood that acquiescing would amount to granting an uncontrollable ghost a backdoor into the vast S.H.I.E.L.D. organization. Yet, should he refuse? Ultimately, he typed his response. "I need time to consider." "Of course." Lin Xiao replied. "However, I suggest you act swiftly, for the time at your disposal is limited." With that proclamation, Lin Xiao severed the communication unilaterally. The screen reverted to darkness. The fruits of this negotiation were substantial. He had not only temporarily stabilized S.H.I.E.L.D., 2:13:49 Chapter 17, Symbiote. After disconnecting from Nick Fury, Lin Xiao leaned back in his chair, exhaling deeply. Engaging with that old fox proved to be exceedingly taxing. Each word had to be meticulously chosen, presenting enough shocking bait while concealing his true cards. He recognized that from this day forth S.H.I.E.L.D. would serve as a temporary protective umbrella, as long as he could continue to provide valuable prophecies. Nick Fury would regard him as an essential and not easily offended partner. Regarding the cosmic cube, that was merely a strategic bluff. He understood that, given Fury's suspicions, it was improbable that he would relinquish such items at this juncture. Nevertheless, the seed had been sown, and opportunities would abound in the future. Now, he had more pressing matters to attend to. Three months later, Lin Xiao traversed the brightly lit corridors, arriving at the core area of the base, the biological laboratory. This space starkly contrasted with his garage, cluttered with mechanical parts and servers. The laboratory radiated a clean, futuristic 2:14:50 aesthetic, awash in pristine white with the faint scent of disinfectant permeating the air. Precision instruments, whose names eluded Lin Xiao, but possessed capabilities far surpassing the era, operated silently. At the heart of the laboratory stood a colossal, transparent cylindrical incubation chamber filled with a pale green nutrient solution with several mechanical arms suspended within, poised for action. This was the birthing chamber he had prepared for his new toy. Incomplete schematics, biological armor. Passive ability, gamma ray affinity. Lin Xiao closed his eyes, the images of these SSS and SS level rewards resurfacing in his mind. The schematics for the biological armor represented a vast and intricate technological system. Unlike traditional steel armors, it was a construct capable of deep integration with its user, a hybrid of life and machinery. It possessed self-repair, morphing capabilities, and energy conduction among various traits. However, these schematics were incomplete, lacking not in structure or materials, but in the two most critical 2:15:51 components, the driving medium and the power supply system. In simpler terms, there was no suitable fuel or engine. Originally, this posed a monumental challenge. The recommended driving mediums outlined in the schematics were rare energies from the cosmos, such as the embers of Phoenix Force or fragments of stellar cores, items that sounded unattainable on Earth. Yet, the emergence of the passive ability, gamma ray affinity, flawlessly resolved this dilemma. Gamma ray affinity, your cellular structure exhibits a natural adaptability and affinity for gamma rays. You shall possess immunity against low doses of harmful gamma radiation, gradually absorbing the gamma energy from your surroundings to fortify your physical form. Moreover, you will have the ability to manipulate this energy at will. The capacity to control energy. This is precisely the driving medium he requires. He can envision himself as a gamma energy converter, channeling external energy into his biological armor to power its operations. As for the energy supply system, that is even simpler. What could be more fitting than 2:16:51 an arc reactor as an engine? A smile spread across Lin Xiao's face. He approached the control console and called up the design schematics of the biological armor, beginning to modify and complete them. With the enhancement of perfect industrial and mechanical mastery, his brain functioned at a speed rivaling that of a supercomputer. Countless theories, formulas, and material data collided and fused within his mind. First, the energy core. He directly designed a standard interface at the chest of the biological armor to accommodate the micro arc reactor he had previously constructed. This reactor would serve as the primary energy source for the armor, providing a stable and powerful energy output. Next came the energy conduction system. He deleted the complex energy pipelines from the original blueprints that required special mediums. In their place, he introduced an entirely new biological neural conduction network centered around the user. This network would link profoundly with his nervous system. When he stimulated his affinity for gamma rays, the pure energy produced by the arc reactor would first undergo gamma transformation through his body, and 2:17:53 then be transmitted to every corner of the armor via this network. Consequently, he would no longer be merely a pilot. He would become the true heart and brain of the biological armor. The armor would serve as an extension of his body, moving in perfect unison with him. Perfect. Lin Xiao gazed at the modified design, nodding in satisfaction. This was no longer the original incomplete blueprint, but a brand new, bespoke, one-of-a-kind armor, which Lin Xiao named the Symbiote. He uploaded the final design to the laboratory's main computer. "Peng Du, commence manufacturing." Command received. Initiating construction of the Symbiote prototype. The main computer emitted a soft electronic voice. The massive cultivation chamber at the center began to operate. Mechanical arms extended from the chamber walls, precisely inserting various meticulously refined biological polymer materials, liquid memory metals, and nano carbon fiber bundles into the nutrient solution. The nutrient solution began to glow, and the temperature gradually increased. On a microscopic level, a miraculous creation was underway. 2:18:53 Different materials, under the influence of special biological enzymes and energy fields, began to weave and combine in accordance with the design, much like assembling building blocks. Layers of white biological fibers grew forth, resembling muscle tissue, forming the base of the armor. Soon after, dark blue energy conduits spread like veins across the white fibers, ultimately converging at the circular cavity in the chest. At critical points such as the wrists, shoulders, and knees, the biological fibers hardened, forming titanium alloy nodes that gleamed with a metallic luster. The entire process exuded a sci-fi cinematic quality. Lin Xiao observed in silence, his heart brimming with the joy of creation. Is this the sensation of mastering advanced technology? It was more exhilarating than divine. The manufacturing process continued for a full 12 hours. As the light within the cultivation chamber faded, a brand new armor, imbued with aerodynamic elegance and a sense of life, quietly floated in the nutrient solution. Its primary color was pearlescent white, adorned with dark 2:19:54 blue energy patterns. On its back, two pairs of foldable energy wings were tightly folded, resembling insect wings. It appeared not as a cold weapon, but rather as a perfect work of art. Symbiote prototype construction complete. Drain the nutrient solution and initiate the drying procedure. Lin Xiao issued the command. As the nutrient solution was evacuated, the biological armor gently descended to the base of the cultivation chamber. Taking a deep breath, Lin Xiao approached and opened the chamber door. He removed his shirt, revealing a body that was both well-proportioned and exuded strength. Then, he stepped into the chamber, standing before the armor. He extended his hand, gently caressing the armor's surface. It bore a peculiar texture, both the coldness of metal and the warmth of skin. The moment his fingers made contact with the armor, a hum resonated, as if the entire armor had come to life. The dark blue energy patterns instantly glowed with a soft light. Following this, the armor, as if imbued with life, began to dissolve from the chest, flowing and rapidly 2:20:54 enveloping Lin Xiao's entire body. The icy sensation swept through him, but it quickly transformed into a comforting warmth, reminiscent of returning to the womb. Countless tiny neural probes extended from the inner surface of the armor, seamlessly integrating with his nervous system without pain. In an instant, Lin Xiao felt his senses magnified infinitely. He could see the micro dust swirling in the air, hear the whirring of servers at the other end of the base, and even sense the breath of each cell within his body. The armor and he became one. He glanced down at his hands. The white biological fibers perfectly conforming to his skin, capable of morphing at will with his thoughts. With a mere thought, the armor nodes at his wrists instantly projected two sharp energy blades. With another thought, the energy blades retracted once more. It was time to install the heart. Lin Xiao approached the adjacent workbench, retrieving the pre-prepared micro arc reactor that emanated a blue glow. He walked to the cavity in the armor's chest and gently pressed the reactor into place. Click. With a soft sound, the reactor fit perfectly into 2:21:56 the interface. Boom. An unprecedented surge of power erupted from his chest, coursing through his limbs and bones. If previously he had merely activated the armor, now he had ignited a volcano. His affinity for gamma rays was fully awakened. The immense energy produced by the arc reactor underwent a flawless gamma transformation within his body, then infused into every corner of the armor. The dark blue energy patterns radiated vibrantly. The two pairs of energy wings on his back unfurled with a swish, emitting a translucent blue halo as powerful energy currents surged across them, causing the surrounding air to shimmer slightly. Energy core activated. Symbiote armor initiate. Feeling the overwhelming power within him nearly overflowing, Lin Xiao could not help but let out a triumphant roar. He raised his hand, aiming at the target crafted from ultra-high-strength alloy in the laboratory, intended for testing material strength. Let us see the power of this. With a thought, gamma energy flowed through the conduits of his arm, coalescing in his palm. A dark blue 2:22:57 energy cannon, as wide as a bowl and radiating a sense of destruction, shot forth with tremendous force. There was no earth-shattering explosion, only the sharp, hissing sound of molten metal. The alloy target, capable of withstanding direct hits from armor-piercing rounds, was instantaneously penetrated by the energy cannon, leaving behind a smooth-edged hole that still exuded wisps of smoke. Lin Xiao gazed at his palm, then shifted his attention to the target, inhaling sharply in astonishment. By my word, this power is rather formidable. I had sent it. This was merely a casual strike, utilizing not even 10% of his strength. He felt now that even a direct confrontation would pose no threat to him. With this symbiote armor, he had finally acquired the means to secure his existence within this perilous Marvel universe. He switched communication channels and dialed the number, one he had previously left in Brazil, designated for Bruce Banner concerning a special wristband. Over the past 3 months, he had not merely crafted a symbiote. Chapter 18, the rebirth of Dr. 2:23:58 Banner. He toggled the communication channel once more, dialing another number, the one he had entrusted to Bruce Banner in Brazil regarding the special wristband. Doctor, are you asleep? Upon connection, a somewhat fatigued yet steady voice responded. Lin, what brings you to call at this hour? Since their last encounter during the battle against the Abomination, Lin Xiao had been endeavoring to reach Banner. It was only after Banner reverted from the Hulk to his normal state that Lin Xiao finally made contact. He had settled Banner in a secluded apartment in New Jersey and provided him with a compact home laboratory to continue his research. I have some insights regarding your situation. I need you to come to my base, Lin Xiao stated. I've sent the address to your wristband. A vehicle will arrive to collect you in 15 minutes. Now? Banner replied, somewhat taken aback. It had only been 3 months. You will understand upon your arrival. It is an opportunity that could truly grant you a new lease on life. Lin Xiao's tone was imbued with a sense of mystery. An hour later, Bruce Banner was escorted to the exterior of an abandoned foundry by an inconspicuous black sedan. 2:24:59 Observing the dilapidated and desolate factory before him, Banner was filled with skepticism. This is Lin Xiao's base. It appears rather shabby, doesn't it? However, as he followed the driver into a concealed underground passage disguised as an elevator, descending further until reaching a subterranean facility brimming with futuristic technology, he was utterly astounded. The enormous Pangu reactor emitted a soft blue glow, flanked by rows of high-speed supercomputers. There was even a console composed entirely of light and shadow, something he had only witnessed in science fiction films. My heavens, Banner thought, feeling as though his mind could scarcely comprehend the spectacle. Welcome to my laboratory, Doctor. Lin Xiao, clad in a pristine white research suit, emerged from the biological lab with a smile. Lin, this place, it's Banner struggled to articulate his astonishment. It is a sanctuary for your research, free from any interruptions. Lin Xiao reassured him, patting his shoulder. Come, I have prepared everything for you. He guided Banner into the immaculate white 2:26:00 biological laboratory. Gazing at the intricate instruments whose principles he could hardly grasp, Banner felt akin to a rural newcomer overwhelmed by the sights of a bustling city. Lin, why have you brought me here? He finally inquired, voicing the question that had lingered in his mind. To assist you, Doctor. Lin Xiao's expression turned earnest. This is not merely a temporary fix with that wristband. We aim to fundamentally address the issues concerning you and the entity within you. You mean the Hulk? Banner's complexion shifted slightly. Precisely, Lin Xiao affirmed, nodding. I previously mentioned that you must not regard it as an adversary. You need to understand it, communicate with it, and even master it. But I cannot, Banner lamented, shaking his head bitterly. Every time it emerges, my consciousness is consumed. I have no idea what it desires or what it does. That is because a bridge is lacking between you two. Lin Xiao pointed to the massive medical pod situated at the center of the laboratory. And I am here to construct that bridge for you. What do you intend to do? A hint of trepidation arose within Banner. A rather straightforward 2:27:01 experiment, Lin Xiao replied with a smile. Do you recall the Stark Banner effect I mentioned during our first encounter? The beneficial stimulation of cells by low doses of gamma radiation? Of course, Banner recalled. That experiment failed due to uncontrolled dosage, resulting in your current predicament. Lin Xiao's gaze sharpened. But what if we could precisely regulate the dosage, employing a gentle and controllable gamma radiation to restimulate your cerebral cortex? What might transpire? Banner's breath quickened as realization dawned upon him. Lin Xiao intended to artificially and proactively awaken the Hulk within him. You've lost your mind. Banner instinctively recoiled. What if it spirals out of control? If I transform here, it could obliterate everything. Fear not, Lin Xiao's confidence gradually reassured Banner. First, the walls here are composed of a special alloy capable of withstanding tactical nuclear strikes. Even if the Hulk were to rage, it would merely leave a few dents. Second, Lin Xiao pointed to his own chest. Do you recall my ability to control gamma radiation? I can guide and 2:28:01 soothe gamma energy, essentially pacifying the Hulk. Most importantly, Lin Xiao gestured towards the medical pod. This neural interface chamber amplifies your brain waves, enabling you to delve into your subconscious while retaining self-awareness. There, you will confront him, a genuine face-to-face exchange. Banner fell into profound silence. Lin Xiao's plan was audacious, almost insane, yet undeniably enticing. To communicate with the Hulk directly? It was something he had never dared to dream. If if it were to succeed, might he truly gain mastery over this formidable force that had wreaked havoc upon his life? He gazed into Lin Xiao's confident eyes, then glanced at the futuristic medical pod. Ultimately, he nodded. What must I do? Lin Xiao smiled. It's quite simple. Lie down and take a nap. Under Lin Xiao's guidance, Banner, was with a heart full of apprehension, reclined into the medical pod. The chamber door slowly closed. Soft lights illuminated the interior as a specialized calming gas began to permeate the pod. Banner's eyelids grew heavier, and soon he 2:29:03 succumbed to slumber. "Pengu commence." Lin Xiao directed as he approached the control console. "Command received. Initiating bridge project." Above the medical pod, a precise instrument extended. At its apex, an exceedingly faint beam of gamma radiation, nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, was meticulously directed at Banner's temple. The console's screen displayed Banner's brainwave patterns, which began to fluctuate dramatically. A stable waveform representing Banner's consciousness appeared alongside a chaotic waveform symbolizing the Hulk's awareness. "Excellent. He has entered." Lin Xiao remarked, placing his hands on the biological sensors of the console. He closed his eyes, channeling his innate affinity for gamma radiation. In that instant, his consciousness seemed to intertwine with Banner's subconscious through the gamma rays. He became the architect of this bridge. Banner found himself standing within an expanse of endless darkness. In this desolate void, there exists nothingness, no sound, no light, only a stifling and suffocating 2:30:03 solitude. He realizes that this is the depths of his subconscious. "Hulk." He tentatively calls out. No response. Just as confusion envelops him, a deafening roar suddenly erupts from behind. Banner whirls around abruptly. A colossal, green figure stands not far from him. Eyes ablaze with fury, rage, and anguish. He is bound by countless thick, black chains, each one symbolizing Banner's repression, fear, and rejection. This is Hulk, the other half of himself residing within his psyche. Upon seeing Banner, Hulk struggles even more violently, the chains rattling ominously. "It's you. You want to confine me again." Hulk's voice, like thunder, reverberates within Banner's mind. "No, I do not." "Liar. You are all liars. You seek only to exploit me, to harm me." Hulk bellows in madness. Banner, overwhelmed by this ferocious energy, retreats in terror, longing to escape. At this moment, Lin Xiao's voice pierces through his thoughts. "Do not fear, Banner. Look into his eyes. He is not angry with you. He is crying for 2:31:04 help." Banner pauses. "Crying for help?" He steels himself, mastering the courage to gaze into Hulk's eyes. Beneath the infinite fury, he discerns a glimmer of childlike grievance and loneliness. Suddenly, the truth dawns upon him. Hulk is, in essence, the embodiment of all his negative emotions, his anger, his pain, his resentment. His relentless desire to obliterate Hulk is, in fact, an attempt to eradicate a part of himself. "I I no longer wish to confine you." Banner exhales deeply, taking his first step toward Hulk. "I have come to talk." Chapter 19: Tony's Last Celebration. The world has undergone a seismic transformation. At a press conference, Tony Stark's declaration, "I am Iron Man," sent ripples of excitement across the globe. Superheroes, once confined to the realms of comic books and legends, have now firmly stepped into reality. Iron Man has become the most sought-after celebrity worldwide, and Stark Industry stock prices have soared to unprecedented heights. Tony appears to have reverted to his former lavish, attention-seeking self, 2:32:05 reinvigorating the Stark Expo initiated by his father. He races sports cars, mingles with glamorous models, and basks in the world's adulation and adoration. Everything seems idyllic. Yet, Lin Xiao knows that beneath this glimmering facade, a lethal crisis is silently consuming Tony's life. Palladium poisoning. The arc reactor in his chest, which sustains his existence, is gradually releasing toxins, infiltrating his bloodstream, and corroding his body. In New Jersey, at a subterranean base, Lin Xiao scrutinizes the latest blood test report for Tony on the screen, his brow furrowed in concern. Blood palladium level: 19. Estimated remaining lifespan: less than 3 months. This report was procured through S.H.I.E.L.D., extracted from Nick Fury's classified files. "What a fool." Lin Xiao mutters under his breath. He understands that Tony cannot find a substitute for palladium, yet he did not anticipate the situation would deteriorate so rapidly. Over the past 6 months, he has subtly hinted at the matter to Tony. Under the guise of optimizing the reactor, he had sent Tony 2:33:07 theoretical materials regarding heavy ion collisions and new element synthesis. Within these documents lay crucial clues to resolving the palladium poisoning issue. However, it seems Tony has not taken them to heart. Enveloped by the immense glow of Iron Man's fame, he has been preoccupied with governmental affairs, media engagements, and various hearings, neglecting to focus on research. Or perhaps, he is using this distraction to numb himself, evading the impending specter of death. Ding ding ding. The encrypted communicator chimes. Lin Xiao glances at the caller ID. It is Pepper Potts. He answers the call. "Lin, it's me, Pepper." Her voice is laced with anxiety and fatigue. "I know. What has happened that has compelled the new CEO of Stark Industries to personally call me?" Lin Xiao's tone carries a hint of jest. After Obadiah's demise, Tony had thrust the company's burdens upon Pepper, becoming a hands-off manager. "It's Tony. He's losing his mind." Pepper's voice trembles. "He transferred his shares to me and left everything in my hands. He has become increasingly 2:34:09 irritable, increasingly erratic. I know he is hiding something from me, but whenever I inquire, he remains tight-lipped. He has locked himself in the workshop, drinking incessantly day and night. I fear for his safety." "Do you want me to talk to him?" Lin Xiao asks. "Yes, Lin. You are the only person he is still willing to listen to." Pepper pleads. "Today is his birthday, and he is throwing a party at his Malibu villa. I have a dreadful premonition that he might do something reckless. Please, go check on him. Will you?" Lin Xiao pauses for a moment. He understands that the plot has reached this critical juncture, Tony's last revelry. "Understood." Lin Xiao replies. "I will go." "Thank you so much, Lin. I truly appreciate it." After hanging up, Lin Xiao sighs. "What a troublesome individual." He rises and heads toward the laboratory housing the Symbiote armor. It seems that tonight, he must provide this headstrong genius with a much-needed dose of reality. In Malibu, at the seaside villa, the deafening electronic music threatens to tear the roof off. By the pool and on the dance floor, a throng of bikini-clad beauties 2:35:09 and well-dressed socialites revel in excess. Champagne, fine wines, and gourmet delicacies abound. The entire party exudes an atmosphere of opulence and indulgence. Meanwhile, the guest of honor, Tony Stark, clad in his red and gold Mark IV armor, stands at the DJ booth, gyrating like a true rock star. He clutches a bottle of expensive champagne, intermittently pouring it down his throat. The visor of his armor is raised, revealing a face distorted by alcohol and despair. His eyes are bloodshot, brimming with frenetic emptiness. He bellows into the microphone, sharing a series of unfunny jokes, eliciting hollow laughter and shrieks from the onlookers. Not far away, his friend, Colonel James Rhodes, dressed in a crisp military uniform, observes the absurd spectacle with a pallid complexion. He strides to the DJ booth and snatches the microphone from Tony's grasp. "Enough, Tony. Look at what you've become." Rhodes shouts. The music dampens slightly, and all eyes turn toward the two of them. "Hey, Rhodie, my old buddy." Tony drunkenly 2:36:10 slings his arm around Rhodes's shoulder. "Don't be so serious. It's my birthday. Come, let's dance." "I did not come here to dance with you." Rhodes retorts, pushing him away. "What do you take this armor for? A toy? It represents responsibility. It is a weapon to protect this nation, not merely a tool for you to indulge in drunken revelries and flirtations." "A weapon?" Tony erupted in laughter, as if he had heard the most absurd joke. "Indeed, it is a weapon. Moreover, it is the most formidable weapon in existence, and I am that weapon." As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand, aiming at the watermelons floating by the poolside. "By you. By you. By you." Several energy pulses shot forth from his palm, precisely obliterating the watermelons one by one. Juice splattered everywhere, eliciting shrieks and cheers from the surrounding beauties. "Tony, have you lost your mind?" Rhodie was thoroughly incensed. "I am not mad. I am completely lucid." Tony's gaze turned icy. "Do you covet this armor? The military dreams of it, do they not? Come on. If you have the guts, try to take it off me." The 2:37:11 atmosphere grew tense, fraught with hostility. Rhodie looked at his friend who had spiraled out of control, disappointment and heartache etched in his eyes. He knew he could no longer allow him to misbehave. He turned on his heel and strode toward the underground workshop. He intended to don the silver-gray War Machine armor that Tony had prepared for him. He would put an end to this farce himself. At that moment, a calm, yet distinctly audible voice resonated, breaking through the tumult. "How could such a lively party not include me?" The crowd turned toward the source of the voice. An Asian young man dressed casually strolled in through the villa's entrance, exuding a leisurely demeanor. With a sunlit smile on his face and a seemingly ordinary gift box in hand, he appeared as if he were merely visiting a neighbor, rather than attending a chaotic party. It was Lin Xiao. Upon seeing Lin Xiao, Tony's intoxication seemed to dissipate halfway. "Lin, what brings you here?" "It's your birthday. Naturally, I must present you with a gift." Lin Xiao shook the box in his hand as he approached. "However, it seems you hardly need my gift. You already possess the finest 2:38:12 toys in the world." His gaze fell upon Tony's Mark IV armor. "What do you think, Colonel Rhodes?" Lin Xiao then turned toward Rhodie, who was preparing to head to the basement. Rhodie halted, his expression complex as he regarded Lin Xiao. He certainly recognized Lin Xiao, one of the few genuine friends Tony acknowledged, a mysterious figure who had provided crucial assistance during the Obadiah incident. "Mr. Lin, I must stop him." Rhodie stated solemnly. "I concur." Lin Xiao nodded, then looked at Tony. "So, Tony, are you planning to remove that armor yourself, or shall I assist you? Lin Xiao's words plunged the atmosphere into an icy silence. It was evident to all present that this sudden arrival was intent on disrupting the proceedings. Tony's expression hardened. He could disregard anyone's authority, including that of the U.S. government, but Lin Xiao was different. This individual knew far too many of his secrets and in certain respects was his only equal. Lin, this is my affair. Tony's voice was hoarse. Stay out of it. I'm afraid not. Pepper asked me to intervene. Lin Xiao shrugged. I promised 2:39:14 her I would ensure your safety. And in your current state, you appear anything but safe. So, you intend to fight me? Tony's eyes glinted dangerously. The reactor in his chest glowed slightly brighter, and the energy emitter in his palm aimed squarely at Lin Xiao. I have no desire to engage in combat with you. Lin Xiao shook his head, his smile gradually fading. However, if you insist on forcing my hand before he could finish, a shimmering layer of light enveloped Lin Xiao's body. A suit of biologically engineered armor, resplendent in pearlescent white and dark blue, instantaneously covered him. Energy wings unfurled behind him with a whoosh, radiating powerful energy waves. The micro arc reactor in his chest blazed with brilliant blue light. The symbiote armor has made its entrance. All present were left utterly astounded. Another suit of armor. Moreover, this suit's emergence was even more dazzling and futuristic than Tony's Mark IV. As if it had sprouted from his very being. Tony, too, was taken aback. He stared brimming with astonishment. You You I said I do not wish to fight. 2:40:17 Lin Xiao's voice emanated from the helmet, carrying a metallic resonance. I shall ask you once more, Tony. Do you wish to remove it yourself, or shall I assist you? In response, a searing energy pulse shot forth. Tony was the first to initiate the attack. Chapter 20, The Battle of the Armors. Boom. An energy pulse, trailing a long stream of light, shot straight towards Lin Xiao's face. The surrounding guests erupted into terrified screams, scrambling to escape, fearful of being caught in this divine clash. Yet, in the face of Tony's assault, Lin Xiao stood utterly still. Just as the energy pulse was about to strike his visor, a translucent, pale blue energy shield materialized before him in an instant. The energy pulse collided with the shield, creating ripples akin to a stone cast into a lake, dissipating into nothingness. What? Tony's pupils constricted sharply. Energy shield technology? He was still conducting research on it in the lab, his theoretical model not yet fully developed. This guy, Lin Xiao, had already made it practical. Is that all the power you possess, Tony? Lin Xiao's 2:41:20 voice emerged from the helmet, laced with mockery. It seems that alcohol has not only affected your mind, but also your armor's energy output. Shut your mouth. Tony was thoroughly incensed. He felt an unprecedented sense of provocation and humiliation. He, Tony Stark, the prodigious Iron Man, was being chastened by another man donning an unknown armor at his own birthday party, in front of so many witnesses. Jarvis, increase energy output to 75%. Sir, that will place immense strain on the reactor. Execute the command. The reactor in the chest of the Mark IV surged with brilliance, and the stabilizers in both arms deployed. Tat tat tat tat tat. A torrential downpour of energy pulses rained down upon Lin Xiao simultaneously. The micro missile launchers on his shoulders activated, unleashing a flurry of small homing missiles that screamed toward Lin Xiao. In the face of this tempestuous onslaught, Lin Xiao finally moved. He did not choose to withstand the attack. With a powerful flap of his energy wings, he transformed into a streak of white light, vanishing from his original 2:42:22 position. The speed was so astonishing that he left an afterimage behind. So swift. Colonel Rhodes watched in alarm from a distance. As a top-tier fighter pilot, he possessed an acute sensitivity to speed. The instantaneous velocity unleashed by Lin Xiao's armor undoubtedly surpassed that of the Mark IV. Tony's attacks all met empty air, blasting gaping charred craters into the walls of the villa behind him. He is above you. Jarvis's voice resounded within Tony's helmet. Tony abruptly lifted his head, only to behold Lin Xiao suspended in midair, gazing down at him with an air of judgment, akin to that of a celestial arbiter. It's my turn now, Tony. As soon as Lin Xiao's words fell, he descended like a meteor, hurtling towards him. He did not employ any energy weapon. Instead, he approached with the most primal and striking method, close combat. Tony immediately raised his arms in an attempt to block. Bang. The sound resonated like two high-speed trains colliding. The white symbiote armor crashed violently against the red and gold Mark IV. The tremendous 2:43:22 impact reverberated through the entire villa, shaking the ground beneath. Tony felt an irresistible force surge from the opponent's fist. His arms went numb in an instant, and he was brutally smashed to the ground. Boom. Tony's body created a massive human-shaped pit in the concrete surrounding the pool. The sturdy titanium alloy armor of the Mark IV showed evident dents and fractures. Warning. Chest armor severely damaged. Hydraulic system malfunction. The alarm of Jarvis blared incessantly. How could this be possible? Lying in the pit, Tony felt as though his very organs had been displaced. He could not comprehend how, without any weapons, the opponent could wield such overwhelming physical strength. This defies logic. Lin Xiao slowly descended beside the pit, observing the disheveled Tony with a shake of his head. I told you to free yourself. He extended his hand towards the Tony in the pit. Not a chance. Tony roared, as the impact cannon on his chest erupted with blinding light. A beam of energy, several times thicker than before, fired directly at Lin Xiao. 2:44:22 This was the Mark IV's most formidable attack method, the mono-molecular beam cannon. Yet, Lin Xiao did not flinch. He merely opened his palm, and from it, a dark blue vortex of high-velocity gamma energy materialized in an instant. The beam of the impact cannon entered the vortex as if it were a drop in the ocean, creating no ripples as it was consumed, disassembled, and absorbed. No, this cannot be happening. Tony's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. His ultimate move had been caught bare-handed by the opponent. This surpassed the limits of his understanding. Energy should not be wasted, Tony. The dark blue vortex in Lin Xiao's palm grew in luminosity. So, I return it to you. With a flick of his wrist, he propelled the absorbed energy, combined with his own gamma energy, back in a more ferocious manner. Boom. An even thicker, more violent dark blue energy cannon struck the chest of the Mark IV with ferocity. Crack. The outer shell of the reactor on the chest of the Mark IV emitted a sound of unbearable fracture. The lights of the entire suit 2:45:23 extinguished in an instant, rendering it utterly inoperative. Ugh. Tony let out a painful groan, his vision darkening as he lost consciousness completely. The battle was concluded. From start to finish, it lasted less than a minute. Throughout the entire affair, Lin Xiao exhibited an overwhelming advantage in terms of speed, strength, defense, and energy manipulation. The symbiote armor surpassed Tony's Mark IV in every aspect. Everyone present, including Colonel Rhodes, stood in stunned silence. They gaped, akin to witnessing a monster, at the figure clad in white armor standing at the pit's edge. If Iron Man was a marvel of human technology, then what was this white entity? A deity? Lin Xiao removed his helmet, revealing his calm visage. He approached the emergency unlocking mechanism of the Mark IV. With a mechanical hiss, the armor detached from Tony. Lin Xiao lifted Tony from the pit and handed him over to the pale-faced Rhodes, who was still in shock. Colonel Rhodes, please take him to the bedroom to rest. Additionally, the party is over. Instruct everyone to leave. Uh oh, 2:46:25 right. Okay. Rhodes finally snapped back to reality, hastily accepting Tony. Lin Xiao surveyed the ravaged villa and the still trembling guests, sighing. He walked to the DJ booth and picked up the microphone that Rhodes had discarded. Ladies and gentlemen, his voice resonated throughout the villa. I sincerely apologize for interrupting your evening. Tonight's festivities have encountered a minor mishap. Our protagonist, Mr. Tony Stark, has indulged a bit too much and is now resting. For everyone's safety, I declare the party concluded. Stark Industries will bear all damages. Please exit in an orderly fashion. As his words concluded, the guests, as if granted a reprieve, immediately dashed towards the exit, eager to leave the scene of the duel between two Iron Men. Soon, the once boisterous villa lay deserted, a mere remnant of chaos remaining. Lin Xiao observed this scene, shaking his head. He knew that the tale of tonight's confrontation would soon spread across the globe. A mysterious white Iron Man had bested Iron Man himself at Tony Stark's birthday party. This news would 2:47:27 undoubtedly eclipse the revelation of Tony's identity as Iron Man. However, he remained indifferent. This was precisely the effect he desired. He aimed to make everyone aware that Iron Man was not invincible. He sought to awaken Tony Stark from his fabricated halo. Moreover, he intended to compel certain shadowy figures, such as the American government and Nick Fury, to reassess their strength and significance. He, Lin Xiao, was no subordinate of Tony Stark. He was an independent entity capable of standing alongside him, even surpassing him. As he turned to depart, Rhodes descended the staircase. Mr. Lin, he called out to Lin Xiao. Just call me Lin. Thank you, Lin. Rhodes' gaze was sincere. If it weren't for you, I truly wouldn't know how to handle the situation. It's nothing. I was tasked by Pepper. Lin Xiao replied nonchalantly. What exactly is wrong with Tony? Rhodes hesitated before asking. He has always enjoyed himself, but never has he lost control like this before. Lin Xiao regarded Rhodes, remaining silent for a moment. He understood that Rhodes was Tony's closest friend, a trustworthy 2:48:27 individual. He is dying. Lin Xiao ultimately decided to reveal part of the truth. What? Rhodes gasped aghast. The thing in his chest is slowly killing him. Lin Xiao gestured towards the upstairs, "Palladium poisoning. His time is limited." Rhodes swayed slightly, nearly losing his balance. He finally comprehended the reason behind Tony's erratic behavior in recent times. It was not indulgence, but rather despair. "Is there a way to save him?" Rhodes' voice trembled. "There is." Lin Xiao nodded, "But he must seek the answer himself. What we need to do is give him a push." "What should I do when he awakens?" "Take him to a certain place." Lin Xiao sent an address to Rhodes' phone. "This is the last legacy Howard Stark left for his son." After speaking, Lin Xiao did not linger, turning to exit, his figure gradually fading under the moonlight. Only Rhodes remained, standing in a daze, absorbing the series of shocking revelations that could overturn his worldview. Chapter 21, The Father's Legacy. The following morning, sunlight streamed through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating 2:49:29 the disheveled living room of the Malibu seaside villa. Tony Stark roused from a tumultuous slumber, his head throbbing from the effects of last night's excesses. He found himself sprawled on the king-size bed, clad in his pajamas. Fragments of the previous night flooded his mind. The wild party, Rhodes' accusations, and that ethereal figure, Lin. Tony murmured the name, jolting upright in bed. He rushed to the mirror, confronting his haggard visage, bloodshot eyes staring back at him. Dark, circuit-like markings marred his neck, spreading ominously. These were signs of palladium poisoning. The specter of death clung to him like a parasite, suffocating his spirit. He had always believed he could find a solution. He was Tony Stark, the most intelligent man in the world. No problem was insurmountable for him. Yet this time, he had faltered. He could not find a substitute for palladium, powerless to prevent his slow march toward demise. Thus, he opted for indulgence, drowning himself in alcohol and revelry to numb the pain, desiring one last bout of madness in the twilight of his life. But 2:50:30 Lin Xiao's arrival struck him like a resounding slap, shattering the illusion of self-deception. That white armor, that palm effortlessly absorbing the impact of his repulsor blasts, that overwhelming force rendering him utterly defenseless. Tony's heart brimmed with frustration. He had always taken pride in the Iron Man he had created, believing it to be the pinnacle of technology, a testament to his intellect alone. Yet Lin Xiao had demonstrated, through undeniable evidence, that he was mistaken. There existed individuals in this world who were not only more brilliant, but also more formidable than he. Knock, knock, knock. The bedroom door was rapped upon. "Tony, are you awake?" It was Rhodes' voice. "Come in." Tony replied, his tone hoarse. Rhodes entered, his gaze flickering with concern upon seeing Tony's condition. "How do you feel?" "Terrible." Tony replied with a self-deprecating chuckle, as if he had been run over by a truck. "Lin was a bit too heavy-handed." Rhodes remarked. "No, he was right." Tony shook his head, to Rhodes' surprise. "If not for him, I might have truly demolished that house." He approached the bar and 2:51:32 poured himself a glass of water, downing it in one go. "I'm dying, Rhodes." Tony stated calmly, as if discussing an unrelated matter. "Lin has already informed me." Rhodes' eyes darkened. "Palladium poisoning." Tony paused, then bitterly smiled. "That guy really can't keep anything under wraps. So, are you here to gloat?" "I'm here to help you." Rhodes' expression turned serious. "Help me? How?" "By arranging a grand funeral for me?" "No, by taking you to a certain place." Rhodes retrieved his phone, displaying the address Lin Xiao had given him. Stark Industries, old archive storage. Tony frowned. "What do we want to go there for? To reminisce about the past?" "Lin said there is something your father left for you, something that could save your life." "My father?" Tony's expression grew complex. Howard Stark. The name was both familiar and foreign to him. In his memories, his father was always the stern, cold man who was never satisfied with him. He poured all his energy into his career, his Stark Industries, and S.H.I.E.L.D., yet withheld any semblance of affection 2:52:33 from his own son. What could he possibly have left for him? A pile of outdated, worthless documents? "I'm not going." Tony rejected without a second thought. "Tony." Rhodes' voice grew more forceful. "I know your relationship with your father is strained, but this is not the time for tantrums. This is your only chance. Do you really want to give up?" Tony fell silent. Give up? No. He, Tony Stark, never surrendered. Even in that damned cave in Afghanistan, he had crafted an arc reactor from scrap metal, creating the Mark I and carving a bloody path to freedom. How could he simply sit idly by now? "All right." He finally relented. "I'll go. I want to see what treasures that old man left for me." Stark Industries, old archive storage. The place was dark and damp, the air thick with the musty scent of mildew. Towering shelves were lined with dusty boxes, each containing the lifetime's work of Howard Stark. Tony coughed as he rummaged through the boxes. Rhodes handed him one labeled Stark Expo 1974. Tony opened the box to find old film reels, design blueprints, and an archaic 2:53:34 model of a city. "This is the model from the 1974 Stark Expo." Tony recognized it. He picked up a reel, found a functioning projector, and set it up. After a crackling noise, the screen flickered to life. A youthful, vibrant man, bearing a resemblance to Tony, appeared on screen. It was the young Howard Stark. "All I can offer are these. Everything I present is merely a stepping stone to the future. Future technology will cure diseases, eradicate poverty, and even provide endless clean energy for all humanity." Howard spoke passionately to the camera. "But constrained by the technology of my era, I cannot realize this dream. I can only leave it for the future. For you, Tony." Howard suddenly fixed his gaze on the camera, as if transcending time to see Tony in that moment. His eyes, no longer filled with the sternness and coldness Tony remembered, were imbued with a profound, unexpressed paternal love and expectation. You are my greatest creation." With that, the footage ended. Tony stood rooted in place, his eyes unwittingly moistening. So, his father had always taken pride in him. It was 2:54:35 just that he had never voiced it. "Tony." Rhodes gently patted his shoulder. "I'm fine." Tony wiped his eyes, taking a deep breath. He understood that what his father had left him was far more than a poignant confession. The answers must lie within these items. His gaze returned to the model city, watching the footage repeatedly, observing his father's fingers as they pointed and traced across the model. In the realm of future technology, an inexhaustible source of clean energy sparked an epiphany in Tony's mind. It was as though he had struck upon a profound realization. He rushed toward the model, scrutinizing it closely. This model was not merely a representation. It was an atomic structure diagram. The entire layout of the exposition grounds was, in fact, a model of the atomic structure of a new element. How enlightening, how illuminating. A look of ecstatic joy spread across Tony's face. He was not constructing a park. He was unveiling the structure of a new element. This element was the perfect core for the arc reactor. It was stable, efficient, and non-toxic. "I have found it. Rhodes, I have discovered it." Tony exclaimed with 2:55:36 exuberance. "Marvelous." Rhodes genuinely rejoiced in his friend's success. However, Tony's elation was soon eclipsed by another quandary. "I comprehend the structure, but how do I create it? This necessitates a particle accelerator. Where am I to procure a particle accelerator?" This thought also crossed Lin's mind. Rhodes chuckled, handing Tony a tablet. On it was an email from Lin Xiao. The message was brief, containing only a structural blueprint of Stark Industries. A location beneath Tony's home studio was circled in red, accompanied by a line of text. "Your father prepared everything for you long ago. LX." Tony stared at the blueprint, completely taken aback. Beneath his house lay a secret laboratory? He immediately took Rhodes and hurried back to his Malibu villa, following the instructions on the blueprint. They lifted the studio floor and indeed uncovered a concealed entrance. Descending, they beheld a vast laboratory, brimming with a vintage technological aesthetic. At the center stood a small, yet entirely intact, particle accelerator, quietly poised. On the adjacent workbench lay Howard's 2:56:37 research notes from years past. As Tony surveyed the scene before him, a torrent of emotions surged within him. His father had long since paved the way for him, and Lin Xiao, that enigmatic figure, had already perceived everything. He was like a guiding light, leading him step by step to this final hope. "All right, Rhodes, enough dawdling." Tony rolled up his sleeves, his gaze regaining its confidence and brilliance. "We have work to do." Here, he would personally synthesize the new element of the future. He would forge for himself a brand new, more powerful heart. A life-and-death scientific endeavor was officially underway. Chapter 22, A Thrilling Race in Monaco. With a resonant and powerful hum of energy reverberating, the small particle accelerator in Tony Stark's secret laboratory beneath his Malibu villa successfully ignited. A blue particle beam spiraled through the circular acceleration tube at nearly the speed of light, colliding with fervor. Before the control console, Tony's eyes shone with fervor as his fingers deftly danced across the illuminated keyboard, meticulously adjusting every parameter. 2:57:39 Rhodes stood by, anxiously monitoring the ever-fluctuating data streams on the screen, hardly daring to breathe. Over the past few days, he had witnessed the birth of a miracle. Tony, who often appeared flippant, transformed into an omnipotent scientific savant when he focused. In less than 3 days, he had repaired and activated this long-dormant particle accelerator, deriving the synthesis formula for the new element based on his father's atomic structure diagram. Such capacity for learning and creation had utterly surpassed Rhodes' comprehension. "Now is the moment." Tony suddenly shouted, slamming his hand down on a red button on the console. Inside the acceleration tube, two beams of particles collided with perfect precision. Boom. A muffled thud resonated as the entire laboratory was engulfed in a blinding white light. When the brilliance dissipated, a small, stable triangular energy core radiating a gentle blue glow hovered quietly at the target position of the accelerator. "Success. New element synthesis complete." Jarvis's voice resonated appropriately. "I did it. I truly did 2:58:41 it." Tony thought, gazing at the new energy core, feeling utterly drained as he slumped into a chair. His face radiated the sheer joy of survival. He had been saved. He would not perish. "Tony, you succeeded." Rhodey exclaimed, rushing forward to envelop him in a hearty embrace. "Of course." Tony gasped for breath, his face reverting to that signature mischievous grin. "I am Tony Stark." With utmost care, he retrieved the new element core using his mechanical arm. Without hesitation, he removed the old palladium reactor that had been poisoning him. With a jarring sound of flesh separating, he embedded the new triangular reactor into his chest. In an instant, an unprecedented surge of pure, formidable power coursed through his veins. The toxic black veins on his neck visibly receded at a rapid pace. He felt reborn. "How do you feel?" Rhodey inquired with concern. "Unprecedentedly well." Tony stood, stretching his limbs and feeling an inexhaustible energy. "I feel as though I could punch through a wall." He approached the workbench, eyeing the battered Mark IV suit from the previous 2:59:42 party, his expression sharpening. "Jarvis, bring up the design schematics for the Mark IV. We are going to give it a complete overhaul." "Very well, sir." With the powerful energy supplied by the new element, Tony could realize many designs he had previously deemed impossible. Stronger armor, swifter speed, and fiercer firepower. And of course, he was determined to create an entirely new suit capable of rivaling Lin Xiao's formidable white monstrosity. He sought to redeem himself. A month later, Monaco, Monte Carlo. This coastal city, renowned for its opulence and F1 racing, was awash in a sea of revelry. The annual F1 Grand Prix was about to commence. Beside the racetrack, in the VIP viewing area, Lin Xiao donned a casual suit and sunglasses, leisurely sipping champagne. Beside him stood the elegantly attired Pepper Potts. "Lin, I am truly grateful to you." Pepper raised her glass, sincerely expressing, "If not for you, I cannot fathom what Tony would have become." "No need for thanks. We are friends, are we not?" Lin Xiao smiled, adding, "I merely nudged him. 3:00:44 The true saviors were he and his father." "Regardless, I must thank you." Pepper remarked, gazing at the red car emblazoned with the Stark Industries logo racing down the track, her eyes filled with warmth. "He has finally reverted to that confident Tony we all knew, though he was a bit insufferable." "Indeed, Tony Stark is back to his old antics." After successfully developing a new element and upgrading his Mark VI armor, the first decision he made was to announce his intention to personally pilot one of Stark's racing cars in the Monaco Grand Prix. This declaration once again ignited a media frenzy worldwide. The man truly could not remain idle for even a moment. Lin Xiao observed Tony on the racetrack, exchanging flirtatious glances with the racing girls, and chuckled while shaking his head. He had previously warned Tony over the phone to temper his flamboyance, cautioning him to be wary of lurking enemies. He was acutely aware that Ivan Vanko would undoubtedly be present today. The race commenced, with the roar of engines resounding through the air. Dozens of race cars surged forth like arrows released from a bow. To everyone's 3:01:44 surprise, Tony's driving skills were exceptional. He maneuvered his red car with remarkable speed, quickly securing the lead. Everything seemed perfectly normal until, as the cars approached a high-speed corner, an unexpected turn of events occurred. A man clad in a racetrack maintenance uniform suddenly vaulted over the barrier and onto the track. He brandished two long plasma whips, crackling with blue electricity. With a resounding crack, the plasma whip struck the ground, instantly cleaving a deep trench into the asphalt. It was none other than Ivan Vanko. He was clad in a rudimentary, yet powerful exoskeleton, with a makeshift arc reactor pulsating ominously at his chest. "Stark!" Ivan Vanko roared, swinging his plasma whips menacingly towards the speeding Tony. Chaos erupted on the racetrack. Several trailing cars collided in a violent explosion. Flames shot skyward. "Damn it!" Tony yanked the steering wheel, executing a breathtaking drift that narrowly evaded the deadly lash. The plasma whip, however, struck a nearby car, slicing the multi-million-dollar vehicle in half as 3:02:46 if it were made of paper. "Happy, bring me the case." Tony shouted into his communicator. His bodyguard and driver, Happy, immediately reversed onto the track. At the moment of their intersection, Happy tossed a red briefcase to Tony. Tony leaped from his car and landed atop the briefcase. With a series of mesmerizing mechanical transformations, the case rapidly disassembled, reconfigured, and enveloped Tony in his armor. The Mark V suitcase armor was now equipped. "Your performance is over, Vanko." Tony declared, rising to his feet with his palm-mounted energy emitter aimed at Ivan Vanko. "My performance has only just begun." Ivan Vanko sneered, brandishing his electric whips as he charged forward once more. Thus commenced a duel of steel and electricity under the gaze of the entire world. In the VIP viewing area, Lin Xiao watched intently, his brow furrowed. He refrained from intervening immediately, as the system's alert had yet to sound. This indicated that the dimensional anchor point had not been fully activated. Moreover, he had faith in Tony's ability to manage the situation. 3:03:47 Although the Mark V was an emergency suit with relatively weak defenses and firepower, it should suffice against Ivan Vanko's rudimentary whips. His task was to prevent any unforeseen incidents. He stepped into an unoccupied corner and lightly tapped his wristwatch several times. "Infiltration successful." He had silently taken control of the security and broadcasting systems of the entire Monaco racetrack. "All security personnel, please evacuate all spectators immediately. Repeat, evacuate all spectators immediately. All vehicles on the track, please shut off your engines and remain stationary." A series of commands, transmitted through Lin Xiao's ghostly command, reached every corner of the venue. The previously chaotic scene began to regain order. Meanwhile, the battle between Tony and Ivan Vanko intensified. Ivan's electric whips struck with tremendous force, exhibiting astonishing power. Yet Tony's Mark V was far more agile. He utilized the suit's mobility, continuously dodging and weaving, searching for an opening. Finally, as Ivan Vanko swung and missed, Tony seized the opportunity. 3:04:49 He lunged forward, ensnaring Ivan's electric whips with both arms. The tremendous current coursed through the Mark V, electrifying its surface. "Warning, energy overload. Armor is about to sustain damage." Jarvis's voice alarmed him. "Now." Tony unleashed the new element's core at full power. A blinding beam shot towards Ivan Vanko, followed by a chilling scream. Boom. Ivan Vanko was thrown violently, crashing to the ground unconscious. The battle concluded. Thanks to the new element's advantages, Tony achieved a far more resounding victory than in the original story. Just as he believed everything had come to a close, in a secret laboratory of Hammer Industries in New York, Justin Hammer watched the footage of Ivan Vanko's defeat with fury. "Incompetent fool. Utterly worthless." He dialed his informant within the Monaco police. "Get Ivan Vanko out immediately, no matter the means. That man possesses what I desire most." Chapter 23, Despair of Ivan Vanko. The Monaco racetrack was shrouded in smoke. Tony Stark stood amidst the wreckage, his Mark V armor showing 3:05:50 numerous signs of damage. Yet his gaze radiated the brilliance of a victor. Police and medical personnel swiftly surrounded the unconscious Ivan Vanko. Everything seemed to settle into silence. Tony deactivated his armor and let out a long sigh of relief. "It appears your new armor proved quite effective." Lin Xiao's voice resonated from the stands behind him. Tony turned to see Lin Xiao and Pepper approaching. "Of course." Tony raised an eyebrow, beaming with pride. "I am Tony Stark." "That was too dangerous." Pepper stepped forward, her eyes filled with concern as she gazed at the burn marks on his skin. "Hey, I'm fine." Tony grinned, attempting to pull her in for a hug. But Pepper pushed him away forcefully. "We're done, Tony." Pepper's expression was resolute. "I can no longer endure this life of worry. I cannot keep watching you recklessly put yourself in danger." With that, she turned and walked away without looking back. Tony's smile froze on his face. He watched her retreating figure, opening his mouth to speak, but no words emerged. "Women." Lin Xiao approached, patting his shoulder with an understanding look. 3:06:50 "Sometimes, it's just so complicated." "Shut up." Tony's mood plummeted. He had won the battle, but lost the love. This deal seemed to have come at a loss. Monaco, Monte Carlo prison. In the dim and dank confines of a solitary cell, Ivan Vanko lay upon the frigid concrete bed, his vacant gaze fixated upon the solitary flickering yellow bulb that adorned the ceiling. He had faltered. Under the scrutiny of the entire world, he was effortlessly vanquished by the dashing Tony Stark, wielding a ludicrous, suitcase-like suit of armor. A disgrace. An interminable humiliation gnawed at his soul like a venomous serpent. Thoughts of his father, Anton Vanko, plagued his mind. The same prodigy whose honor was usurped by Howard Stark, ultimately succumbing to poverty and alcohol in a pitiful demise. In his final moments, his father grasped his hand, summoning the last vestiges of strength to impart a dire warning. The Stark family had pilfered everything that rightfully belonged to them. He sought vengeance. He yearned for Tony Stark to taste the same despair his father had endured before the eyes of 3:07:51 the world. For this purpose, he dedicated two decades of his life, painstakingly recreating his father's masterwork, the miniature arc reactor, within the dilapidated confines of a Moscow apartment, and fashioning the indomitable plasma whips. Yet what was the outcome? He was cast aside like a jester, unceremoniously booted from the stage after a farcical performance. "Stark!" Ivan Vanko's teeth ground together in seething rage. Just as he wallowed in his fury and despair, the iron door of his cell emitted a faint click. Two men clad in prison guard uniforms entered. "Inmate, it's time for your meal." One of the guards hurled a tray onto the ground with a thud. Ivan Vanko did not even glance at it. However, the other guard approached his bedside, leaned down, and whispered in a tone audible only to the two of them. Your performance was quite remarkable, Mr. Vanko. Someone wishes to see you. Ivan Vanko's body stiffened. He swiftly turned to face the guard. Though his features were unremarkable, a steely professionalism glimmered in his eyes. Whose man are you? Ivan Vanko rasped. I 3:08:51 am someone who can offer you a better stage, the guard replied, straightening up and signaling to his companion by the door. The other guard nodded and suddenly drew a handgun from his waist, aiming it at the surveillance camera in the corridor. Bang. A faint sound echoed as the camera sparked and went dark. Instantly, a shrill alarm erupted throughout the prison. Fire. Block C is ablaze. Quickly, evacuate the inmates. The corridor erupted into chaos. The two guards exchanged glances and swiftly unlocked Ivan Vanko's cell door. Come with us. Without a moment's hesitation, Ivan Vanko leaped from his bed. He knew not who these men were, but he recognized this as his sole opportunity. Concealed by the pandemonium, the trio navigated through the smoke-filled corridor, evading the genuine prison guards until they reached a secluded rear wall. There, a gaping hole cut by a laser awaited them. A black luxury vehicle idled just outside. Ivan Vanko clambered into the car, the door slamming shut behind him as it sped away without delay. Inside, a man adorned in an impeccably tailored suit, his hair 3:09:53 slicked back and exuding an air of superficial charm, smiled at him. Mr. Ivan Vanko, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. Allow me to introduce myself, Justin Hammer, CEO of Hammer Industries. Ivan Vanko regarded the man before him with a wary gaze. Hammer Industries. He was well aware of it. A second-rate company perpetually overshadowed by Stark Industries, scraping by in the arms industry through imitation and counterfeit Stark technologies. What do you want with me? Ivan Vanko inquired coldly. Collaboration. Justin Hammer adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his demeanor amiable. We share common adversaries, do we not? I require no collaboration with anyone. Ivan Vanko's voice was imbued with a Siberian chill. Oh, is that so? Hammer remained unfazed, snapping his fingers. The screens within the vehicle flickered to life, displaying a video. The footage appeared to be captured from a mobile phone, depicting a party scene. In the frame, a white bio-armored figure was soundly defeating a red and yellow mech. Who is that? Ivan Vanko inquired in a low voice. We do not know, Hammer shrugged. 3:10:54 But, he is a mysterious individual closely associated with Tony Stark, and it is rumored that his recent armor upgrades are linked to him. Hammer paused before continuing. Mr. Vanko, times have changed. We are no longer in Howard Stark's era. Tony Stark does not fight alone. He has Iron Man, this enigmatic figure, and even the S.H.I.E.L.D. backing him. What are you implying? What I mean is, you cannot defeat him alone, Hammer's gaze sharpened. But, what if we were to join forces? You possess core technology that rivals, even surpasses Stark's. I, on the other hand, command the resources of all of Hammer Industries, including production lines and a vast R&D team. I can provide you with the finest laboratories, cutting-edge equipment, and the most exceptional engineering team. All you need to do is transform your intellect into tangible, mass-producible weaponry. Imagine, Mr. Vanko, a steel army designed by your own hand, armed with plasma weaponry. They shall eclipse Stark, becoming the new darlings of the U.S. military, and you will reclaim the glory that rightfully belonged to your 3:11:56 father. Ivan Vanko fell silent. Hammer's words struck at the most vulnerable and yearning corners of his heart. Glory. He gazed at the screen, watching the Hulk being manipulated by the ghostly figure, and recalled the red and gold-armored Tony Stark, brimming with vitality on the Monaco racetrack. Hammer was right. Tony Stark was no longer alone. He did not merely need assistance. He sought a platform to fully unleash his talents, and Hammer Industries could provide that platform. He would leverage Hammer's resources to forge his true army of vengeance. As for Justin Hammer, that fool, once he had outlived his usefulness, he would be disposed of as easily as crushing a cockroach. I require a laboratory. All equipment must be of the highest caliber, Ivan Vanko finally spoke. No problem, Hammer exclaimed, elated. All my research, no one shall interfere, including you. Ivan Vanko's gaze was as sharp as a blade, slicing into Hammer's face. Of course, of course. You are the artist. Artists require creative freedom. Hammer nodded vigorously, entirely unperturbed by Ivan's rudeness. And Ivan Vanko paused, 3:12:58 a frigid, cruel smile gracing his lips. I need a bird. A bird? Hammer was taken aback. A white Australian parrot, Ivan Vanko replied coolly. I need something to converse with while I work. Though Hammer was baffled, he readily acquiesced. He knew he had successfully caged the Siberian tiger within his own enclosure. He could already envision Stark Industries beneath his heel, Tony Stark kneeling in supplication. Yet, he was unaware. He was not ushered in by a tame beast, but rather by a demon poised to drag him, along with the entire cage, into the depths of hell. The vehicle sped towards Hammer Industries' clandestine research facility. Chapter 24: The Fangs of the War Machine. During this period, Lin Shao had been diligently fine-tuning the symbiote, fully aware that a new checkpoint was imminent. Three months later, in New York, at the Stark Expo, on the grand stage, the lights dazzled. Justin Hammer, clad in an ostentatious white suit, pranced about like a clumsy magician, showcasing his masterpiece to the world. Ladies and gentlemen, now comes the moment to witness a miracle. 3:13:59 Hammer proclaimed, arms outstretched, as rows of steel soldiers slowly ascended from behind the stage. The Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines, various models of unmanned drones manufactured by Hammer Industries appeared in perfect formation before the audience. Their design bore a resemblance to Iron Man, yet exuded an aura of ruggedness and clumsiness. I present to you the Hammer Drones, Hammer announced with pride. The audience responded with polite applause. Backstage, Ivan Vanko sat in a dimly lit control room, observing Hammer's smug visage on the screen, his eyes filled with disdain. Fool, he muttered under his breath. Before him, a white Australian parrot busily preened its feathers. Am I right, my little bird? Ivan addressed the parrot, which tilted its head, ignoring him. Unperturbed, he gently tapped on the keyboard, silently activating the backdoor programs he had implanted within the Hammer Drone systems. On stage, Hammer's performance continued. Of course, drones alone are not sufficient. We need a true hero to lead them. Now, let us warmly welcome 3:15:00 the pride of the American military, Colonel James Rhodes, and the War Machine he pilots. Accompanied by stirring music, Rhodes descended in his silver-gray War Machine armor, adorned with an array of heavy weaponry, landing heavily at the center of the stage. Thanks to Lin Shao's enhancements, this iteration of the War Machine armor was significantly more numerous than its predecessor. Boom. A thunderous sound reverberated, shaking the stage. The audience erupted into thunderous applause and cheers. This was what they had come to see, a genuine steel soldier. Rhodes lifted his visor and saluted the crowd, yet his heart was burdened with complex emotions. Following the Monaco incident, the U.S. government had felt unprecedented anxiety and anger towards Tony Stark's uncontrollable nature. They forcibly confiscated the Mark II suit from Tony and handed it over to Hammer Industries for weaponization. Thus, the War Machine was born. Although Rhodes was reluctant, as a soldier, he had no choice but to obey orders. He hoped to demonstrate that Iron Man's technology could serve the nation better under its control. 3:16:01 Unbeknownst to him, he and his War Machine, along with all the Hammer Drones on stage, were about to become instruments of vengeance for a madman. In the control room, Ivan Vanko's face twisted into a sinister grin. The game had begun. He pressed the enter key. Instantly, the eyes of all Hammer Drones on stage shifted from blue to an eerie red. The War Machine's assistant interface was inundated with a cascade of red code. System control has been compromised. What is happening? Rhodes exclaimed in shock. He realized he had lost all control of the armor. The War Machine abruptly raised its arm, the Gatling gun on its shoulder whirring to life, aimed at the audience. No, Rhodes cried out in terror. Just as disaster loomed, a red-gold figure descended like a meteor, crashing forcefully into the War Machine. Bang. The War Machine was knocked back, its deadly muzzle now aimed skyward. It was Iron Man. Tony Stark had arrived. Rhodes, are you all right? Tony's voice echoed from the helmet. Tony, my armor has been hijacked. It's Vanko. He's alive, Rhodes 3:17:01 shouted anxiously. I know, Tony replied, his tone unnervingly calm. It seems my party is about to continue. No sooner had he spoken than the surrounding Hammer Drones sprang to life, targeting the two of them. A fierce battle was imminent. Above the Expo, Lin Shao hovered amidst the clouds, silently observing the chaos below. His symbiote armor radiated a faint glow in the night. He had anticipated that Hammer and Ivan Vanko would cause trouble, thus employing his Pangaea supercomputer to monitor the entire Stark Expo. Ding. New dimensional anchor point detected. Activating. Location: New York, Stark Expo. Event: Chaos of the War Machine. Checkpoint task has been initiated. The system's prompt finally resonated in his mind. Finally, it's here. Lin Shao's gaze sharpened as he watched Tony, besieged by dozens of drones and the War Machine, struggling below. It was time for him to make his entrance. That fool Justin Hammer had unwittingly provided him with a splendid opportunity to score points. Taking a deep breath, he unfurled his energy wings, propelling himself downward like a bolt of white 3:18:03 lightning toward the battlefield. Below, Tony was embroiled in a fierce struggle. His Mark VI, despite its formidable capabilities, found itself outnumbered by a horde of reckless drones, making it difficult to fend them off. To make matters worse, he also had to contend with the rogue War Machine. Tony, to your left, Rhodes shouted over the comms, attempting to warn him. Yet, he was unable to control his own body as missiles launched from his arm, hurtling towards Tony. With a desperate roll, Tony dodged the missile, but two drones' energy cannons struck his back. Boom. He stumbled, nearly plummeting from the sky. "Damn it. This is never-ending." Tony cursed. Just as he felt overwhelmed, a streak of white light descended from above. Bam. Bam. Two drones poised to ambush Tony were instantly shattered by the force of that light. "Need a hand, Mr. Stark?" A familiar voice crackled through Tony's comms. Turning his head, he saw that white figure hovering beside him. It was Lin Shao. "You always seem to make your entrance at the most opportune moments, don't you?" Tony couldn't help but 3:19:03 retort. "There is simply no help for it." "Who told you to always put yourself in such a predicament?" Lin Shao shrugged. "Observing that your new toy seems rather insufficient." "Enough chatter. Let us deal with these iron clumps first." "Agreed." Lin Shao's gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the sight of dozens of drones alongside a fully armed War Machine. "Quite intriguing." He disregarded the lesser drones and charged directly at the War Machine. He aimed to eliminate the most formidable threat first. Chapter 25, Battle with Ivan. "Lin, be careful. Its firepower is overwhelming." Tony's voice rang out loudly over the comms. The War Machine was a veritable fortress of war, armed to the teeth by Hammer Industries with an array of heavy weaponry. Its Gatling gun on the shoulder, the cluster missiles on its arms, and the mini nuclear warhead on its back. All were capable of inflicting lethal damage upon the Mark VI. However, Lin Shao appeared undeterred, his speed unwavering. He transformed into a streak of white lightning, hurtling toward the War Machine, seeking death. In the control 3:20:05 room, Ivan Vanko watched the scene unfold. A cruel smile etched across his face. He immediately commanded the War Machine to aim all its artillery at the approaching Lin Shao. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. The tongues of flame gun intertwined with the deluge of missiles, weaving a deadly net that engulfed Lin Shao in an instant. Boom. Boom. Boom. A violent explosion erupted in midair, forming a colossal fireball. "Lin." Tony's heart leaped into his throat. Even his Mark VI would be left in tatters under such relentless fire. Yet, in the next moment, an astonishing sight unfolded, leaving everyone, including Ivan Vanko, utterly dumbfounded. A white silhouette emerged unscathed from the roaring inferno. His body was enveloped in a soft blue energy shield that radiated a gentle glow, effectively isolating him from the explosions and shrapnel. "Impossible." Ivan Vanko stood up in shock. "What kind of technology is this? How can it completely disregard the War Machine's 3:21:05 saturation attack?" Just as he was grappling with disbelief, Lin Shao had already reached the front of the War Machine. He did not wield any weapon, but instead extended his right hand, seizing the rapidly spinning barrel of the Gatling gun. Screech. The high-speed rotating barrel and Lin Shao's palm, clad in symbiotic armor, created blinding sparks as they clashed. A tremendous force sought to dislodge Lin Shao's grip. Yet, his fingers were like an unyielding iron vice, firmly clamping down on the barrel. "Stop." Lin Shao roared, the muscles in his arms surging through the biological armor, unleashing a terrifying power. Creak. Creak. The barrel, forged from a special alloy and nearly indestructible, began to warp under his grip. Ultimately, with a resounding pop, it jammed completely, ceasing its rotation. He halted the Gatling gun with his bare hands. This spectacle not only left Ivan Vanko in shock, but also made Colonel Rhodes, trapped within the War Machine, feel as though his worldview had been irrevocably altered. "What kind of monster is this? Damn it." Ivan Vanko 3:22:07 recovered quickly, commanding the War Machine's other arm to swing its massive fist down toward Lin Shao's head. Lin Shao did not flinch or evade. He met the strike with his own fist. Bang. The two colossal iron fists collided violently in midair. This time, there was no equal force. The War Machine's stout arm, upon contact with the symbiotic armor, seemed to be struck by an invisible giant hammer, shattering at the elbow. "Ah." The immense recoil caused Rhodes in the cockpit to cry out in pain. "It's over." Lin Shao, having landed a decisive blow, pressed forward, his other hand like a blade, precisely plunging into the reactor interface of the War Machine. What he aimed to do was not to destroy the War Machine, but to sever Ivan Vanko's remote control. He channeled gamma energy, injecting a unique biological electric pulse into the core system of the War Machine. "Easy. Easy. Easy." Inside the cockpit, all the screens began to flicker wildly before, one by one, they went dark. Lin Shao had forcefully blocked and disrupted Ivan 3:23:07 Vanko's remote control signal in an exceedingly brutal manner. "No. I can't control it." In the control room, Ivan Vanko furiously pounded the keyboard, only to realize he had completely lost control over the War Machine. He was like a player who had been unplugged from the internet, helplessly watching his avatar stand still, frozen in place. "One down." Lin Shao released his grip and patted the shoulder of the War Machine. "Colonel Rhodes, you are free." "Lin, you." Rhodes removed his visor, staring at the white figure before him, speechless. "Enough talk. Those pesky flies are yours to deal with." Lin Shao gestured toward the Hammer drones still attacking Tony. "I'll go have a word with that hulking brute hiding in the back." "All right." Rhodes nodded emphatically. He reactivated the War Machine's local control system, aiming its arsenal at the drones. "Let us see how you like this, you trash." The War Machine unleashed its firepower. Meanwhile, Tony felt a sudden alleviation of pressure. "Hey, you've been hogging all the glory." Tony flew beside Lin Shao, unable to suppress a quip. "What can I say? It's hard to 3:24:09 compete with my good looks." Lin Shao jested. "Stop being vain." Tony huffed, though his tone bore a hint of admiration. "We'll handle that one hiding in the back." "Precisely." Lin Shao and Tony hovered side by side in midair, their gazes cutting through the chaos of flames, locking onto the immense glass-domed ecological garden within the expo grounds. They understood that Ivan Vanko was concealed within. "Let us go meet him." The duo transformed into two streaks of red and white light, racing toward the botanical garden. Inside the ecological garden, Ivan Vanko observed the two figures soaring toward him on the screen, a maniacal grin spreading across his face. "Come on. Come on." He realized he had lost. With the drone army and the War Machine gone, he had no chance of turning the tide. Yet, he retained one final trump card. Rising from his seat, he moved toward the center of the control room. There stood a new suit of armor, larger and more menacing than the War Machine itself. This armor was pitch black, devoid of unnecessary embellishments, exuding an aura of pure lethality. Its arms were two even 3:25:10 thicker, deadlier plasma whips. The reactor at its chest had also undergone special modifications, capable of unleashing apocalyptic energy in an instant. This was the culmination of all his efforts, his last resort. The Whiplash Armor, final form. "Tony Stark." Ivan Vanko donned his battle armor, feeling the immense power coursing through him. "Today, we shall descend into hell together." He proclaimed. With a deft maneuver of the whip-like armor, he shattered the control room's walls and strode into the verdant jungles of the greenhouse. Here, he would await his arch-nemesis for their final confrontation. Boom. The greenhouse's glass dome was violently shattered by two figures. Tony Stark and Lin Shao descended into the heart of the garden. "Welcome to my garden, Stark." echoed Ivan Vanko's voice from all directions. Almost immediately, a colossal black silhouette emerged from the thicket. "Vanko." Tony's gaze fell upon the pristine battle armor, his expression grave. "Long time no see." Ivan Vanko lifted his helmet, revealing a face etched with hatred. "I have prepared a special gift for our 3:26:12 reunion." As his words lingered in the air, a series of urgent alarms blared throughout the expo grounds. Rhodey's anxious communication followed. "Tony, Lin, this is bad. The downed Hammer drones have all activated their self-destruct sequences. We have 30 seconds until they explode." "What?" Tony gasped, realizing Pepper was still in the control tower. "Go, Stark." Lin Shao urged. "Save your woman. I'll handle this." Two plasma whips, crackling with terrifying electricity, lashed out at Lin Shao. Chapter 26, Gamma Storm. The whips sliced through the air, their immense heat distorting the atmosphere and carving deep, charred grooves into the ground. Faced with such a thunderous assault, Lin Shao chose not to confront it head-on. He understood that Ivan, this madman, was not waiting for them without a plan. This new whip-like armor was certainly not the half-finished prototype that Tony had dispatched on the Monaco racetrack. With a sudden hum, Lin Shao's energy wings flared, propelling him upward just in time to evade the strike of the electric whips. Boom. The twin whips crashed into 3:27:13 the spot he had just vacated, shattering the concrete ground and sending debris and sparks flying in all directions. "Is evasion all you can manage?" Ivan Vanko's voice dripped with mockery and madness. He seemed utterly unperturbed, the whips dancing beside him like a predator savoring the struggle of its prey. Suspended in midair, Lin Shao furrowed his brow. Something was amiss. This Ivan Vanko felt entirely different from before. If he had once been merely a vengeful figure driven by hatred, now he resembled a cold and ruthless hunter. "I've studied you." Ivan Vanko seemed to perceive Lin Shao's bewilderment. He slowly raised his head, the black mask aglow with red light. "Thanks to that fool Hammer, I have access to all the surveillance footage of your skirmish with Stark at the party. Your speed, your strength, and that ludicrous energy shield of yours. I am well aware of all your capabilities." Lin Shao's heart sank. This man had acquired the data from that night? Justin Hammer. That imbecile had truly gone to great lengths to counter Tony. "And so?" Lin Shao's voice remained calm. "You believe that 3:28:14 with these outdated stats, you can defeat me?" "Outdated? No. No. No. Ivan sneered. Data never becomes obsolete. It merely instructs me on how to tailor the perfect coffin for you. As soon as he finished speaking, Ivan Vanko surged forward. His seemingly cumbersome black armor unleashed an unexpected speed, charging directly at Lin Xiao. Simultaneously, the plasma whips on his arms transformed. They were no longer mere energy constructs. They became a tangible amalgamation of matter and energy, adorned with peculiar rotating metal segments. Try this. A special frequency targeting your energy shield. Sizzle. One whip lashed out with a velocity several times greater than before. Lin Xiao could not afford to underestimate it. He immediately manifested a pale blue energy shield before him. Bang. The electric whip struck the shield fiercely. This time, it did not simply bounce off as it had against War Machine's artillery. The surface of the shield vibrated violently, emitting a disconcerting creaking sound. A peculiar 3:29:14 high-frequency oscillating energy surged along the whip, mercilessly assaulting the structure of the shield. Warning. The energy structure of the shield is experiencing high-frequency interference. Energy depletion is increasing by 300. The Symbiote armor system alert blared in Lin Xiao's mind. Indeed, he was prepared. Lin Xiao's heart raced, and he promptly severed the shield's energy supply, retreating swiftly to create distance. Ha. Do you see? Your shell is worthless before me. Ivan Vanko's triumphant laughter echoed. He had succeeded. Utilizing Hammer Industries resources, he had analyzed Lin Xiao's energy shield frequency and manufactured a high-frequency plasma whip specifically designed to counter it. Lin Xiao's expression darkened. This was troublesome. The energy shield was one of his most vital lines of defense, and now that it was neutralized, he was thrust into a precarious position. Without your shell, what do you have left? Ivan Vanko pressed his advantage, the two whips swirling with velocity, transforming into an impenetrable web of electricity that confined all of Lin 3:30:16 Xiao's escape routes. Lin Xiao had no choice but to rely on the Symbiote armor's exceptional agility, weaving through the electric net in a desperate bid to evade capture. The greenhouse was alive with flashes of light and continuous booms. As precious flora and fauna were ravaged by the aftermath of their clash, Lin Xiao realized that this stalemate was untenable. The opponent's armor clearly favored strength and defense, with energy reserves undoubtedly surpassing his own. Engaging in a war of attrition would only lead to his defeat. He needed to conclude this swiftly. With a steely gaze, Lin Xiao ceased his evasions. Concentrating his thoughts, he activated the armor nodes on his wrist, summoning two 3-ft long dark blue energy blades. He intended to close the distance. Seeking death? Ivan Vanko's cruel smile widened at Lin Xiao's advance. Close combat. Just as he desired. He sacrificed the agility of one whip, wielding it like a staff, and swung it fiercely at Lin Xiao's head. Lin Xiao stood firm, crossing his arms and bracing with the energy blades to absorb the impact. Clang. The energy 3:31:18 blades clashed with the plasma whip, sparking a blinding explosion. A tremendous force surged through Lin Xiao's arms, as if he had been struck by a speeding truck, propelling him backward. Such formidable strength. Lin Xiao executed a roll midair, regaining his balance, astonished at the overwhelming power of the black armor. It surpassed even his Symbiote. It's over. Ivan Vanko seized the moment Lin Xiao staggered, and the other electric whip, like a serpent, silently coiled around Lin Xiao's ankle. Lin Xiao's pupils dilated as he attempted to evade, but it was too late. His ankle tightened. He was ensnared. Sizzle. A powerful current surged into the Symbiote armor. Warning. Energy system compromised. Signs of melting on the outer armor detected. Ha. I've caught you. Ivan Vanko cackled maniacally as he yanked on the electric whip. Lin Xiao was flung like a rag doll, helplessly hurtling toward the ground with tremendous force. Boom. The earth was struck, creating a massive crater. And Lin Xiao felt as though his very organs had been displaced. Die, you fool. Ivan 3:32:20 Vanko leapt high into the air, commanding the colossal black battle armor, descending upon Lin Xiao in a manner reminiscent of a meteor, ready to deliver a crushing blow. If that foot landed squarely, even the Symbiotic armor would be rendered useless. In that critical moment, Lin Xiao's gaze flickered with a resolute determination. You have forced my hand. The arc reactor embedded in his chest flared with an intensity that surged to its zenith. Gamma storm. He bellowed, unleashing a torrent of chaotic invisible energy that erupted violently from his being. This was neither an energy cannon nor an energy blade, but a pure cataclysmic storm wrought from highly concentrated gamma energy. A visible wave of dark blue shockwaves radiated outward instantaneously. At the forefront was the descending Ivan Vanko. As his massive black armor came into contact with the gamma storm, it was as if he had been submerged in aqua regia, with the armor's surface disintegrating and eroding at an alarming rate. No. What is this? Ivan Vanko screamed in terror. All alarms on his armor blared frantically, 3:33:21 the screen ablaze with blinding red. His once proud high-frequency oscillation energy shield crumbled before the unreasonable pure annihilation of the gamma storm. His armor was disintegrating at an atomic level. Ah. Ivan Vanko attempted to retreat, but it was too late. The gamma storm had completely engulfed him. The reactor in his chest, modified for special purposes, reached its critical point under the frenzied infusion of gamma energy. Stark in the final moments of consciousness, the name he had loathed all his life echoed in his mind. We shall meet in hell, bone. A sound resonated, more violent than any explosion before, reverberating throughout the Stark Expo grounds. The whip sword armor, along with Ivan Vanko, was transformed into a colossal fireball. The terrifying shockwave shattered the glass dome of the entire ecological garden. Amidst the flames, a white figure slowly rose from the depths of the crater. The surface of the Symbiotic armor bore numerous charred marks, evidently the result of the recent close-range detonation, which had also taken a toll on him. Madman Lin 3:34:22 Xiao muttered under his breath as he gazed at the inferno. At that moment, a long-awaited voice resonated in his mind. Ding. Sign-in successful. Event: War Machine Chaos. Participation: 95. Defeated the final form of the whip sword. Evaluation: SSS. Calculating rewards. Congratulations, host. You have acquired SSS-level ability: control of lightning. Control of lightning. Your body cells exhibit an extraordinary adaptability and affinity for electrical energy. You will be immune to all electric shock damage and can absorb, manipulate, and unleash lightning energy. Control of lightning? Lin Xiao paused momentarily before an overwhelming joy surged through him. It seemed that wishes indeed come true. He had been troubled by the somewhat singular offensive capabilities of the Symbiote, and now, with control of lightning, it was as if he had been given wings. More importantly, he recalled the golden-haired giant who was about to be cast down to earth, fond of wielding a hammer. A splendid spectacle awaited. A smirk crept onto Lin Xiao's lips. Lin, are you all right? Tony's 3:35:24 voice crackled through the communicator. He had already flown to safety with Pepper. I'm fine. The party's over. Lin Xiao deactivated his armor, surveying the wreckage of the garden, shrugging slightly. However, Mr. Stark, you might be facing quite a hefty bill. Chapter 27: A Hammer Falls from the Sky. The turmoil at the Stark Expo ultimately culminated in the demise of Ivan Vanko. This upheaval, instigated by Hammer Industries and Ivan Vanko, not only failed to undermine Tony Stark's position, but instead elevated both his and the enigmatic White Specter's reputations to unprecedented heights. News of Iron Man and the White Specter thwarting a terrorist attack spread across the globe. While people marveled at Iron Man's new armor and formidable prowess, curiosity and speculation about the elusive and powerful White Specter ran rampant. Some posited that he was a secret assistant trained by Stark. Others believed him to be an independent genius, while some even suggested he was an extraterrestrial visitor. Opinions were as varied as they were plentiful. Meanwhile, the other principal player in 3:36:24 this saga, Justin Hammer, emerged as the greatest loser. Not only did he fail to secure military contracts, but his collaboration with terrorists resulted in significant casualties and property damage, leading to his joint arrest by S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military, facing countless charges. Hammer Industries, the second-rate company that had long sought to overshadow Stark Industries, collapsed overnight. Amidst all this, Lin Xiao paid little heed. Like a chivalrous figure who fades away after the battle, he vanished from everyone's sight post-conflict. He returned to his underground base in New Jersey, intent on studying the new ability he had acquired through the sign-in, control of lightning. Pangu, analyze the compatibility of control of lightning with my body and establish a new ability model. Lin Xiao commanded in the biological laboratory, addressing the air. Command received. Initiating full body scan. A gentle blue light swept from head to toe, scanning Lin Xiao's form. The console's large screen displayed a flurry of complex data streams flashing rapidly. Scan complete. 3:37:27 Compatibility: 987. Body cells have undergone preliminary adaptation modifications for electrical energy. Calculations indicate that the host can now withstand direct currents of up to 500,000 V without harm. Ability model established. Current available abilities: 1. Palm lightning. 2. Electromagnetic barrier. 3. Bioelectric acceleration. Lin Xiao nodded in satisfaction at the analysis results displayed on the screen. Truly, SSS-level abilities possess immense potential. Palm lightning, as the name suggests, allows for the release of electrical currents from the palm. While the name may appear somewhat pedestrian, its practicality is undeniable. The electromagnetic barrier serves as a variant of the energy shield, specifically designed to defend against physical attacks such as bullets and shrapnel, effectively conserving energy from the arc reactor. As for bioelectric acceleration, it particularly caught Lin Xiao's attention. This ability can stimulate his bioelectricity, significantly enhancing neural response speed and muscle explosiveness for a 3:38:28 brief duration. Coupled with the symbiotic armor, his speed would undoubtedly ascend to a new echelon. It seemed there was a need for another upgrade of the symbiote. Lin Xiao mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. Just as he reveled in the joy of acquiring new abilities, a piercing alarm blared throughout the base. Alert, high-intensity spatial energy reaction detected. The urgent electronic voice of Pangu echoed, heightening the tension in the air. Energy source, outside the Earth's stratosphere. Energy characteristic analysis, unknown. However, it bears some resemblance to the energy fluctuations of the cosmic cube recorded in the database. Warning, energy is penetrating the spatial barrier. Anticipated landing site, North America, New Mexico. Lin Xiao's gaze sharpened instantly. It has arrived. After waiting for so long, the moment has finally come. The hammer-wielding figure descending from the heavens. Pangu, immediately lock onto the landing coordinates. Retrieve all satellite imagery of New Mexico. Coordinates locked. Retrieving real-time 3:39:29 satellite footage. On the large screen, images flickered rapidly before finally settling on a desolate expanse of desert in New Mexico. In the footage, a vibrant pillar of light descended from the sky like a spear of divine retribution, forcefully striking the ground. Boom. Even the silent satellite imagery allowed Lin Xiao to envision the cataclysmic impact. As the light dissipated, a massive, smoothly edged circular pattern remained on the ground, accompanied by a profound crater. Not only had the hammer arrived, but beings had come as well. Lin Xiao gazed at the circular pattern, recognizing it as the teleportation mark of the Rainbow Bridge. Without a moment's hesitation, he resolved to meet our future colleague. He hurried towards the laboratory housing the symbiotes. He aimed to seize the initiative before the agents from S. H. I. E. L. D. swarmed like sharks sensing blood, he needed to assess the situation. This marked the beginning of the Thor saga, a significant dimensional anchor point. If he could become deeply involved, the rewards for signing in would undoubtedly 3:40:30 be substantial. Near the town of Puente Antigua, New Mexico, the night was as dark as ink, and a dilapidated cargo van struggled through the desert. Inside, astrophysicist Jane Foster excitedly observed the data on her computer screen. Did you see that, Eric? I told you there was something here. This energy fluctuation is identical to the Einstein-Rosen Bridge phenomenon we previously observed. Her mentor, Dr. Erik Selvig, stifled a yawn, responding dismissively. Yes, yes, you're right. But it's the middle of the night. Can we please find somewhere to sleep? In the backseat, intern Daisy Louise munched on chips, voicing her frustration. So, we drove out to this godforsaken place in the middle of the night just to see an aurora? Just then, Jane pointed out the window, exclaiming, "Look, what is that?" In the distance, a colossal, colorful storm cloud rapidly formed in the sky. Quick, drive closer. Jane urged excitedly. With a resigned sigh, Eric pressed the accelerator, steering towards the storm cloud. However, they hadn't traveled far when bang, a dull 3:41:31 thud echoed as the van jolted violently to a halt. The trio jumped in alarm and quickly exited the vehicle to investigate. Before them lay a muscular man with blond hair and striking blue eyes, resembling a bodybuilder, sprawled motionless in front of their van. "Oh my god, we hit someone." Daisy gasped, her face pale. "He looks like he fell from the sky." Jane observed the man's peculiar garb, reminiscent of a medieval stage play, with a puzzled expression. Just as they stood there, flummoxed, Daisy suddenly remembered something and pulled a stun gun from her pocket. "Let me see if he is faking it." She approached the man, pressing the device against his neck and activating it. Zap. Yet, contrary to expectations, the man did not convulse. Instead, he merely grunted softly, slowly opening his eyes, a look of confusion crossing his face. "Asgard, my father, where am I?" On a distant hill, a white figure hovered quietly in midair, observing everything unfold below. Lin Xiao watched the man, who had endured the stun gun without significant consequence, and couldn't 3:42:31 help but internally scoff. Truly a divine physique, remarkably resilient. However, a grand figure like the god of thunder being incapacitated by an intern's stun gun. If word of this reached Asgard, it would be utterly humiliating. He refrained from revealing himself immediately. He witnessed Jane and Eric lifting the still-dazed Thor into their vehicle, transporting him to the town's hospital. He also noticed, not far from them, a massive crater housing an ancient, glowing warhammer quietly embedded in the earth. The hammer of the god of thunder, Mjolnir. What a remarkable find. As Lin Xiao drew near the hammer, his control over lightning resonated in a peculiar manner. He could sense an immense reservoir of electrical energy contained within the hammer. This was not merely ordinary electricity, it was a higher order of divine power imbued with the essence of law. He needed to devise a method to study it thoroughly. Lin Xiao contemplated his next steps. He understood that S. H. I. E. L. D. operatives would soon arrive. At that point, the area would be sealed off. 3:43:33 However, for him, this presented an opportunity. He would allow S. H. I. E. L. D. to scout the area, establish their laboratory, and set up security measures. Then, he could stealthily infiltrate and reap the benefits. It was settled. Lin Xiao's figure seamlessly melded into the shadows of the night. Before long, several black SUVs roared into the area. Doors swung open, and a man in a black suit with a receding hairline stepped out. It was Agent Phil Coulson. He surveyed the crater and the peculiar hammer within, adjusted his sunglasses, and pulled out his phone. "Sir, we have found it. You should come see for yourself." Chapter 28, infiltrating S. H. I. E. L. D. to steal a hammer. In the days that followed, the small town of Puente Antigua, New Mexico, became exceptionally lively. An influx of black SUVs and engineering vehicles continuously streamed into the desert. Under the pretext of meteorological research and geological exploration, S. H. I. E. L. D. swiftly 3:44:34 cordoned off the area surrounding the hammer of Thor, erecting a massive, white temporary research facility above the crater. Towering walls, a network of surveillance cameras, and armed agents on patrol, all underscored the stringent security measures in place. The local residents buzzed with speculation regarding the sudden appearance of these government officials. Some claimed they were secretly studying extraterrestrials. Others believed they had discovered a new energy source. While yet others insisted that the hammer in the crater was King Arthur's sword in the stone. Meanwhile, our god of thunder, Thor, was deemed mentally unstable after causing a ruckus in the hospital, and ended up drunk at a tavern, ultimately being taken home by Jane Foster. He struggled to adjust to his newfound mortal identity, attempting to explain to Jane that he was a god from Asgard. Naturally, no one believed him. Everything unfolded just as it did in the cinematic narrative. Lin Xiao, on the other hand, remained an unseen observer, quietly monitoring all developments through the Pangu supercomputer. Every camera, every sensor within the facility became his 3:45:35 eyes and ears. He listened intently to every conversation between Coulson and Nick Fury. "Sir, we have tried every method despite attempts to use a winch, a truck, and even explosives, the hammer remained immovable, as if it were rooted to the ground." Coulson, on the phone, reported his frustrations to Fury. "Continue the efforts. I require all its data, composition, density, energy response, everything." Fury's voice remained as steady as ever. Lin Xiao, overhearing their conversation, nearly laughed aloud. A cadre of mere mortals believed they could unsettle the divine enchantment of Odin. How naive. However, S. H. I. E. L. D.'s endeavors had indeed alleviated some of his burdens. At the very least, they had secured the hammer well and constructed a fully equipped laboratory. "It was time to retrieve my research materials." Lin Xiao mused, sensing that the moment was ripe. Night descended once more. The S. H. I. E. L. D. base was ablaze with light, its defenses more formidable than during the day. Infrared scans, motion sensors, and 3:46:37 acoustic detectors rendered the place nearly impregnable. Yet, to Lin Xiao, these defenses were mere illusions. A white figure emerged like a specter, silently manifesting in the shadows surrounding the base. "Pangu, take control of the base's security system. Create a 3-minute surveillance blind spot and delay the sensors." Commander received. Infiltrating S. H. I. E. L. D.'s temporary network. Bypassing the firewall, acquiring permissions. Infiltration successful. Surveillance system under control. 3-minute countdown initiated. A virtual countdown began to tick before Lin Xiao's eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, he leaped over the towering wall. His movements were as light as a feather, utterly silent. The cameras he passed momentarily stuttered, replaying footage from mere seconds earlier. Infrared and motion sensors seemed to malfunction collectively, rendering him invisible. He traversed the layers of defenses with ease, arriving at the core area of the base. It was a vast, semi-circular white tent. Inside lay Thor's hammer. Mjolnir. Two 3:47:38 fully armed agents stood guard at the entrance, their eyes scanning the surroundings with vigilance. Lin Xiao opted against a frontal assault. Instead, he circled to the back of the tent, his energy blade flicking out from his wrist, slicing silently through the thick canvas to create a modest opening. He slipped inside. The interior of the tent was brightly lit. Various intricate instruments were arrayed around the space, countless wires connecting to a small pit at the center. In that pit, Mjolnir stood quietly embedded in the earth. Its surface shimmered with a faint glow, runes flickering in and out of visibility. The air was suffused with a peculiar freshness reminiscent of rain-soaked grass, laced with a hint of ionization. Lin Xiao's affinity for lightning surged the moment he entered the tent. His cells seemed to rejoice, yearning to draw on near that immense source of energy. Stay calm. Stay calm, he reminded himself. He understood that this hammer was no mere trinket. It bore Odin's enchantment of ownership. Anyone with ulterior motives or insufficient worth who dared to touch it would meet 3:48:38 dire consequences. I certainly do not wish to be electrocuted by Odin from across the nine realms. He refrained from attempting to lift the hammer. Instead, he slowly extended his right hand, hovering above it. Closing his eyes, he activated his ability to control lightning. A faint arc of bioelectricity generated from his own body stretched from his fingertips, like a probing tendril, gently resting on the hammer's surface. His intention was not to control it or absorb its energy, but to glean insights into its internal energy structure and enchantment principles, much like a hacker attempting to breach a secure database. The moment his arc made contact with the hammer, a deep rumble erupted within the tent. Mjolnir flared to life like a startled beast, emitting a blinding blue light. The ancient runes on its surface ignited one after another, radiating an overwhelming and majestic aura. Instantly, all instruments across the base malfunctioned. Lights flickered wildly. Computer screens erupted in static and piercing alarms echoed throughout the camp. What is happening? 3:49:39 All systems are down. The energy source is in the central lab. Move. Outside, chaos erupted. Footsteps thundered toward the tent in a frenzy. Lin Xiao cursed inwardly. What the hell? Such a dramatic reaction. He hadn't anticipated that his mere touch would unleash such a hornet's nest. Meanwhile, far away in Asgard, in the realm of the gods, Odin, deep in slumber, felt his closed eye tremble. Heimdall, guardian of the Bifrost, instantly opened his all-seeing eyes, peering through the vast void toward the desert of Midgard, Earth. He observed an unfamiliar yet pure form of electricity making contact with the mark left by the Allfather. This energy did not belong to Thor, nor to any known force of Midgard. It pulsed with vitality as if it were alive. A new player has entered the fray. Odin's ancient and authoritative voice resonated in Heimdall's mind. My king, an intriguing variable. Heimdall, strengthen the protective sigil of the Destroyer. I sense that this trial in Midgard may be more intricate than I had anticipated. As you command, my king. Back on Earth, at the S.H.I.E.L.D. 3:50:42 base, Lin Xiao remained unaware that his actions had captured the attention of the Allfather. His only thought was to flee. He had miscalculated, and things had spiraled out of control. He severed the energy connection with the hammer and, just a second before Coulson and his team burst in, slipped out through the opening he had created. He dared not linger, unleashing the full extent of his symbiote speed, vanishing into the vast night. When Coulson and a throng of agents stormed into the tent, they were met with a scene of utter devastation. All the equipment lay ruined from the sudden surge of electricity. As for the hammer, it had returned to its tranquil state, as if everything that had transpired was merely an illusion. Report, Coulson shouted into his communicator. Sir, no signs of an intruder detected. All surveillance footage failed in that instant. Coulson gazed at the hammer standing silently, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation. What on Earth is this thing? Meanwhile, Lin Xiao, having successfully evaded capture, hovered several kilometers above the ground, breathing heavily, still shaken. That was terrifying. I 3:51:44 almost got trapped inside. Nevertheless, despite the perilous journey, the rewards were immense. In those brief seconds of contact, he had successfully copied a small portion of the divine energy model from Thor's hammer. Though the data may be incomplete, it is nonetheless sufficient. Odin's enchanting technology, along with this divine power, truly proves to be remarkable. A look of exhilaration spread across Lin Xiao's face as he gazed at his white symbiotic battle armor. A bold thought surged within him. It is time for a transformative upgrade. Chapter 29, Symbiote Thunder Overload. Upon returning to the underground base in New Jersey, Lin Xiao scarcely had a moment to rest before plunging into the laboratory. His mind was in a state of heightened excitement. The divine energy model copied from Thor's hammer, although merely the tip of the iceberg, held within it principles and constructs of energy that opened a doorway to an entirely new realm. Pangu, initiate a comparative data analysis and fusion simulation between this energy model and the symbiote's design. Objective, to 3:52:45 develop an entirely new overload mode. Standing before the colossal holographic control panel, Lin Xiao's hands moved over the light pattern keyboard, leaving a cascade of afterimages in their wake. His intention was not mere imitation. Instead, he aimed to achieve a flawless amalgamation of Asgardian divine technology with his own biotechnology, gamma energy, and the cold fusion technology of the arc reactor. It was a reckless yet audacious plan. Command received. Commencing data fusion. Warning, fundamental conflicts exist between the divine energy model and gamma energy. Forcible fusion carries a 57% probability of energy annihilation, a 32% chance of reactor overload, and an 11% risk of unknown mutations. The warning from Pangu reverberated throughout the laboratory. It was indeed not as straightforward as anticipated. One energy belonged to divinity, while the other was a mutated form of gamma radiation. Both constituted the pinnacle of cosmic powers. The challenge of ensuring their harmonious coexistence, let alone collaboration, was daunting. 3:53:46 What lies at the root of the conflict? Lin Xiao inquired. The core of the divine energy model embodies order and principles. Conversely, the essence of gamma energy is chaos and mutation. The two are fundamentally opposed in terms of energy frequency and waveform. Order and chaos, Lin Xiao pondered, stroking his chin in contemplation. The image of the Taiji diagram came to mind. Yin and yang stand in opposition, yet can transmute into one another, ultimately achieving a dynamic equilibrium. What if I do not allow them to merge directly? Instead, I could establish a converter and a buffer. A novel concept began to crystallize in his mind. Pangu, redesign the energy transfer network, utilizing the arc reactor as the foundational energy source. With my body and gamma affinity as the primary converter, transforming nuclear energy into gamma energy, this is the conventional mode. Then, at the terminus of the transfer network, incorporate a resonant amplifier constructed on the basis of the divine energy model. When I need to initiate the overload mode, the gamma energy will not be directly output. 3:54:48 Rather, it will first be injected into this amplifier. The amplifier will harness the principles of divine energy, forcibly constraining, compressing, and amplifying the chaotic characteristics of gamma energy before erupting in the form of lightning. Lin Xiao's excitement grew, and his thoughts became increasingly lucid. In essence, he would employ divine technology to equip his gamma energy with a pressure valve. This way, he would not only avert a direct conflict between the two energies, but also harness the formidable strength of divine principles to unleash an even more terrifying power. New plan simulated. Simulation complete. Success rate, 92%. Risk, the resonant amplifier under overload conditions will impose significant strain on the biological armor's neural conduction network. It is anticipated that this will considerably shorten the armor's operational lifespan. Lifespan can be restored, but opportunities are fleeting. Lin Xiao, undeterred, made his decision. Let us proceed with this plan and commence the upgrade of the symbiote. Command confirmed. Initiating Thunder Overload 3:55:49 upgrade plan. The entire base entered a high-speed operational state. Three months later, the massive incubation chamber at the center of the laboratory was reactivated. The symbiote armor was secured in place by several mechanical arms. Gleaming faint golden resonant units, synthesized by Pangu from special materials, were meticulously implanted into the armor's energy nodes. The dark blue energy patterns were also rewoven, becoming more intricate and profound. Lin Xiao remained transfixed, his mind linked at high speed with Pangu's supercomputer, processing vast amounts of data and making real-time adjustments to the modification plan. This was not merely a technological upgrade. It was a work of art. As the final resonant unit was implanted beside the arc reactor interface at the chest, the entire symbiote armor quivered lightly. The newly embedded faint golden patterns danced in harmony with the original dark blue lines, creating a tapestry imbued with an air of mysterious beauty. Upgrade complete. Symbiote type two is now online. Lin Xiao inhaled deeply, 3:56:49 suppressing his inner excitement, and donned this newly transformed armor once more. The moment the arc reactor embedded itself into his chest, he felt an entirely different power surge within him. If the previous symbiote resembled a raging river, now it felt akin to a profound ocean brimming with thunder. With his newly acquired battle armor, he ventured to the deepest recesses of the base, where the testing ground reinforced with vibranium awaited. Pangu, are you ready? We are about to engage in something thrilling. The testing ground is fully prepared. You may commence at any time. Excellent. Lin Xiao flexed his limbs, relishing the perfect fit of the armor. Activate Thunder Overload. With a mere thought, he issued the command. Boom. An unprecedented torrent of ferocious power erupted from the reactor at his chest. Gamma energy surged wildly into the newly implanted divine resonant units. Zzzzzzzzz. The sharp crackle of electricity rang throughout the chamber. The surface of the symbiote armor was instantly enveloped in a resplendent white-blue electric glow as thick bolts of 3:57:50 lightning danced like silver serpents across its surface. The energy wings behind him transformed from a soft blue halo into two pairs of tempestuous wings crafted purely from lightning. The entire testing ground was illuminated as if it were day, suffused with this savage energy. Lin Xiao felt as if he had truly become the thunder god incarnate. Warning, energy output increased by 217. Warning, heart rate exceeds 300. Adrenaline levels are critically elevated. Warning, overload mode will impose significant strain on the user's body. Recommended duration not to exceed 90 seconds. 90 seconds? That will suffice. Lin Xiao reveled in the explosive power surging within him, letting out a triumphant roar. With a powerful push against the ground, he vanished from his spot in an instant. So fast, Lin Xiao himself was astonished by this speed. He was not flying, rather, he was executing short-range lightning jumps. His figure became a series of Z-shaped flashes within the testing ground, too swift for even afterimages 3:58:50 to capture. Let us test the strength. He halted, facing the 1-m-thick testing wall forged from vibranium with determination, and unleashed a fierce punch. His fist was enveloped in a visibly chaotic sphere of lightning. Bang. A deafening roar reverberated through the air. The vibranium alloy wall, capable of withstanding tactical nuclear bombardments, was mercilessly struck, resulting in a deep imprint 1 m in depth, edged with charred cracks. I, Lin Xiao, gazed at my fist and then at the wall, drawing in a sharp breath. The magnitude of this power had far surpassed my expectations. This was no mere physical assault, it was a triad of forces amalgamating gamma energy, divine lightning, and kinetic energy. Next, I decided to test a ranged attack. I raised my palm, aiming at another corner of the testing ground. This time, I refrained from launching an energy cannon. Instead, I concentrated the overloaded lightning energy into my palm. A lightning spear, with a crackle, a lance more solid and swifter than any 3:59:51 previous energy cannon, entirely composed of lightning, shot forth. The spear traced a brilliant arc of electric light through the air, instantly striking the target in the distance. There was no explosion, only annihilation. The target, crafted from a special high-temperature ceramic, along with the wall behind it, was pierced through and vaporized, leaving not even a trace of dust. Is this the power of lightning overload? It had elevated all my abilities by over 200%. This was no simple upgrade, it was an evolution. This would become my strongest trump card. As I marveled at my newfound strength, a red alert suddenly flashed on the screen in the control room. Emergency alert. High-intensity energy response detected. Location, Puente Antigua, New Mexico. Energy signature matched, the Destroyer. The electronic voice of Pangu resonated. The smile on Lin Xiao's face vanished instantaneously. He lifted his gaze to the screen. In the image, the sky above a quaint town was being torn asunder as a colossal metallic humanoid weapon, exuding an aura of slaughter, slowly 4:00:53 descended from a kaleidoscope of light. Lin Xiao's expression turned icy and sharp. Just in time. The lightning surrounding him had yet to dissipate. Let us see how my new power fares against you. Chapter 30, the arrival of the Destroyer. Puente Antigua, New Mexico. The once tranquil and serene afternoon was shattered by a thunderous crash. The sky appeared to have been rent apart as a massive humanoid weapon, gleaming with metallic luster, descended from a spectrum of light, crashing heavily onto the main street of the town. Boom. The earth trembled, the pavement instantly cracked, and shockwaves sent nearby vehicles soaring while glass windows shattered. The townsfolk erupted into terrified screams, scattering in all directions. This descending monstrosity, crafted from an unknown silvery-gray metal, wore a surface etched with ancient and mysterious runes. It lacked facial features, possessing only a single cyclopean visor that could open and close. Its mere presence radiated an overwhelming suffocating aura of pure carnage. It was none other than Asgard's 4:01:53 ultimate weapon, the Destroyer. All units, stand by. All units, stand by. Unidentified armed target detected. Repeat, unidentified armed target detected. The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. reacted swiftly, immediately securing the area and attempting to engage the Destroyer with their weapons. Open fire. Bullets, grenades, and even small rockets rained down upon the Destroyer like a torrential downpour. However, this firepower, sufficient to obliterate a small military outpost on Earth, failed to even spark against the Destroyer's form. Its Uru metal shell was impervious. The Destroyer slowly lifted its head, the cyclopean visor gradually opening. Hmm. A searing golden beam of energy erupted from its visor. Wherever the beam passed, cars, buildings, and the cover of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents melted melted and vaporized as if sliced by a hot knife through butter. Retreat. Retreat. Our weapons are ineffective against it. Agent Coulson, hiding behind 4:02:54 an overturned police car, shouted frantically into his communicator. For the first time, his face bore an expression of horror and helplessness. The creature before him had entirely surpassed their comprehension. This was no technology, it was mythology. Just as the town was on the brink of engulfment in flames and despair hung in the air, a white streak of light, akin to lightning cleaving through the dark, descended from the heavens. Boom. The white figure landed heavily before the Destroyer, its feet leaving two deep impressions on the hard asphalt. The immense impact created a visible shockwave that blew away the surrounding flames and smoke. The arrival was none other than Lin Xiao, clad in symbiote armor. Hey, big guy. Lin Xiao looked up at the towering metallic giant, two heads taller than himself, and casually whistled. On someone else's turf, making such a grand demolition. Did you consult the Homeowners Association? The Destroyer appeared devoid of emotion, seemingly oblivious to his banter. It merely fixed its lethal single eye upon this sudden new target. Sir, it's the white phantom. An agent shouted excitedly to Coulson. 4:03:55 Coulson, gazing at the familiar white figure, felt a surge of mixed emotions. He picked up the communicator, hesitated momentarily, yet connected Lin Xiao's public channel. This is Agent Coulson. Evacuate immediately. You are in an extremely dangerous war zone. Relax, Coulson. Lin Xiao's voice crackled through the communicator, laced with mockery. I'm here to sort out the trouble. You ordinary folks should keep your distance. I wouldn't want to splatter you with oil. With that, he severed the communication. His gaze intensified as he focused on the Destroyer. Pangu, scan the opponent's data. Scan complete. Target composition, unknown Uru metal. Energy source, unknown divine power. Warning, its shell exhibits high resistance to energy attacks. Indeed, a tough adversary. Lin Xiao understood clearly that this creation was Odin's handiwork. Conventional energy cannon attacks would be akin to mere tickling. The Destroyer's visor opened once more. Without the slightest warning, the golden energy beam erupted forth. Lin Xiao was prepared. With a flash, he 4:04:56 vanished from his position, reappearing at the Destroyer's flank. The energy beam missed, piercing through a nearby three-story building, causing it to explode. Boom. The entire structure collapsed in a violent detonation. Quick reflexes. Lin Xiao did not pause. He aimed to test the physical defenses of this entity. He charged towards the Destroyer, his fist, encased in bio-armor, striking forcefully at its lower back joint. Bang. A dull metallic clang echoed. Lin Xiao felt as though he had struck a mountain. A tremendous recoil surged through his arm, leaving it tingling. The Destroyer merely swayed slightly before turning around, unscathed. Incredible. Lin Xiao marveled inwardly. This was the first time he found himself at a complete disadvantage in pure strength and physical confrontation. The Destroyer pivoted, its robust arms slicing through the air with a howling wind directed at Lin Xiao. With a powerful flap of his wings, Lin Xiao soared into the sky, narrowly evading the onslaught. Suspended in the air, he gazed down at the metallic behemoth, reminiscent of a fortress, 4:05:56 while his mind raced to identify its vulnerabilities. The joints, the energy conduits, and that single eye. These must be its weak points. He resolved not to waste time on further probing. Pangu, energy output at 70. Gamma energy cannon. Triple fire. Lin Xiao spread his arms wide as the reactors in his palms and chest ignited with a brilliant dark blue glow. Three energy cannons, each as wide as a bowl, formed a character pin shape, sealing off all the Destroyer's escape routes before unleashing a ferocious barrage. Boom. Boom. Boom. The violent explosions engulfed the Destroyer in an instant. The entire town seemed to tremble from the shockwave of the blasts. However, as the smoke dissipated, the Destroyer stood there quietly, not a scratch upon its surface. Instead, the runes etched upon it appeared even more luminous than before. What? Lin Xiao's pupils constricted. His gamma energy cannon, powered at 70%, was entirely ineffective against it. Just as he stood in shock, the Destroyer suddenly transformed. Its runes erupted with blinding golden light. An 4:06:58 overwhelming pressure, magnitudes greater than before, radiated from its form. The metallic body emitted creaking sounds, as if its internal structure was undergoing a reformation. Its movements, once stiff, now flowed with remarkable fluidity and swiftness. This is bad. Lin Xiao's mind screamed in alarm. Unbeknownst to him, this was a contingency left by Odin, triggered by his examination of Mjolnir. When the Destroyer faced a sufficiently powerful foe, the protective seal left by the Allfather would activate, channeling divine energy to supercharge it. This was the second phase of the Destroyer. Now supercharged, the Destroyer's speed was astonishing. It launched off the ground, transforming into a silver streak, and in an instant, it was before Lin Xiao. Too fast. Lin Xiao barely had time to react. He could only cross his arms in front of him, exerting all his strength to block. Bang. The Destroyer's fist, the size of a cauldron, struck Lin Xiao's arms with tremendous force. Crack. Lin Xiao heard the agonizing sound of his armor fracturing under the 4:07:58 immense strain. He He was sent hurtling backward like a cannonball, crashing into a nearby restaurant. Boom. The wall crumbled and tables and chairs splintered. Lin Xiao lay amidst the wreckage, feeling as if his bones were about to disintegrate. Warning, left arm armor severely damaged. Warning, energy shield generator compromised. Integrity at 45. A cacophony of alarms blared in his mind. Coughing, he struggled to rise from the debris. Good heavens, this power is akin to cheating. He gazed at his deformed left arm armor, a bitter smile etched upon his face. This was the first time since becoming a symbiote that he had been so thoroughly bested. However, the Destroyer granted him no respite. After landing a successful blow, it did not pursue Lin Xiao, but instead slowly turned away. Its cold, emotionless eye locked onto the terrified group of civilians within the restaurant. Jane Foster, Erik Selvig, Daisy Louise, and the once mighty Thor, now rendered a mere mortal without his divine powers. The Destroyer's mask gradually opened. A cataclysmic golden 4:08:58 light began to coalesce within, targeting these unarmed innocents. Chapter 31, mortal flesh standing alongside the divine. Within the mask of the Destroyer, the golden radiance intensified. Its terrifying energy fluctuations causing the surrounding air to warp. In the restaurant, all were paralyzed with fear, unable to move under the weight of impending doom. Jane Foster's face turned pale as she instinctively shielded Thor. Daisy and Erik clung to one another, eyes shut tight, bracing for the inevitable. No. Thor watched in horror, his eyes aflame. His heart felt as though it were gripped by an invisible hand, squeezing so tightly he could scarcely breathe. These people were in peril because of him. Jane, the kind and intelligent woman who had introduced him to this world. Erik, the scholar whose sharp tongue masked a kind heart. Daisy, the slightly eccentric yet endearing intern. They were all innocent. And the architect of this calamity was none other than his brother, Loki, seeking vengeance and trying to prove something to their father. Images of his life flashed 4:09:59 before his eyes. Once the pride of Asgard, destined to be the next king of the gods, he had been valiant, confident in his invincibility, craving war and glory through the blood of his foes. He believed that was strength, but now he understood. When he saw Jane, this fragile mortal woman, unhesitatingly standing before him, and the white warrior risking his life to protect this town against the Destroyer, he finally grasped the lesson their father had always sought to impart. True strength is not about conquest, slaughter, or glory. It is about protection. It is the willingness to sacrifice everything to defend the weak, embodying that awareness and courage. Loki, my brother. Thor slowly emerged from behind Jane. His gaze, once filled with confusion and anger, now radiated an unprecedented calm and resolve. I know you can see and hear me. He lifted his head as if addressing the heavens and his brother far away in Asgard. Whatever wrong I have done to incur your hatred, I apologize. But these mortals are innocent. Their lives should not be the sacrificial pawns in our brotherly feud. 4:10:59 Spare them. You seek me. Come, let us end this. With that, he resolutely stepped forward from the ruins of the restaurant. One step at a time, he approached the cold, lethal machine gathering its energy. He bore no weapon, no divine power, not even a semblance of armor. He was merely a mortal, a flesh and blood mortal. Thor, no, come back. Jane cried out desperately from behind. Yet Thor did not turn back. His figure appeared so diminutive beneath the vast shadow of the Destroyer. Yet, he stood so tall and imposing. On the opposite side of the restaurant, Lin Xiao, rising from the ruins, observed this scene, understanding that it was Thor's trial, the final test set by Odin himself. He must personally endure despair, experience helplessness, and grasp the essence of sacrifice to truly deserve that hammer and the title of God of Thunder. Lin Xiao refrained from intervening. He merely watched in silence. The Destroyer seemed momentarily taken aback by Thor's unexpected act. Its accumulated energy hesitated for a brief moment. However, it was ultimately just a soulless 4:11:59 killing machine, programmed to eliminate all threats. It raised its massive arm, opting not to employ its energy cannon, but instead delivered a contemptuous slap across Thor's face. The sound echoed sharply. Thor's body was sent flying like a ragged sack, tumbling several times before coming to rest. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and every bone in his body felt as if it had shattered, causing excruciating pain. Yet, he struggled to prop himself up on his elbows. Gazing defiantly at the Destroyer without a hint of retreat in his eyes, he chuckled, a laugh filled with remarkable composure. In that moment, he relinquished all pride and obsession. He was ready to embrace death. The Destroyer raised its enormous metallic hand, poised to deliver the final blow to this oblivious mortal. Just then, from afar, at the temporary base of S.H.I.E.L.D., the hammer of the God of Thunder, which had been silently embedded in the earth, suddenly began to tremble violently. The air resonated with an unprecedented high-pitched sound. It sensed its true 4:13:01 master, the soul transformed and imbued with the heart of a king. What is happening? Coulson at the base stared aghast at the instrument displaying an energy reading that had spiked off the charts. In the next moment, boom. The hammer of Thor erupted into a silver-blue streak of lightning, soaring skyward. It shattered through the base's roof, obliterating all obstacles in its path. It sliced through the sky at supersonic speed, leaving a magnificent trail behind. Its sole target was clear, Quintanilla town. The golden-haired man who was calmly facing death. In the town, the Destroyer's hand had already been raised high. The shadow of death loomed over Thor. Suddenly, the sky darkened. Ominous clouds enveloped the heavens in an instant. Silver lightning crackled and roared, weaving through the clouds. A deafening sonic boom tore through the air, approaching rapidly. Everyone instinctively looked up. They beheld a silver object trailing a long tail of flame, plummeting towards them like a meteor from the heavens. The Destroyer's movements halted. Thor, too, 4:14:01 was momentarily stunned. He gazed at the familiar object drawing ever closer, disbelief filling his eyes. He instinctively extended his right hand as if welcoming an old friend long missed. Time appeared to slow at that moment. Amidst the astonished gazes of all, the silver object traced a perfect arc, landing precisely in his bloodied and dirt-streaked mortal hand. Chapter 32, the return of the God of Thunder united against the enemy. With a resounding crack, the instant Thor grasped the handle of the hammer, the world seemed to hold its breath. A bolt of lightning, as thick as a dragon, cleaved through the dense clouds, descending from the heavens to strike him with pinpoint accuracy. Ah. Thor let out a triumphant roar, his voice brimming with power and ecstasy long forgotten. In the dazzling light of the storm, his wounds healed at an observable rate. The tattered garments of a mere mortal were instantly torn asunder, vaporizing into nothingness. In their place, he donned exquisite armor forged from Uru metal, gleaming with silver light. A vibrant red cape billowed behind him, moving as 4:15:02 if propelled by a wind of its own, rustling fiercely. His blue eyes, no longer clouded by confusion and despair, shimmered with a lightning brilliance capable of illuminating the darkest night. The exiled prince who had lost everything was gone. Standing here now was the God of Thunder of Asgard, the one and only master of Mjolnir. Thor, with a thunderous roar, he swung his hammer, unleashing a powerful bolt of lightning that surged from its head, striking the Destroyer squarely in the chest. Boom. For the first time, the Destroyer's massive form staggered back under the onslaught of this ferocious force, leaving charred marks upon its metallic exterior. Marvelous. Thor, in the ruins of the restaurant, Jane Foster watched the figure that resembled a deity descending from the Lin Xiao, too, emerged from the debris, hovering in midair. He regarded the transformed Thor with a satisfied nod. Indeed, now he bears a semblance of divinity. Thor noticed Lin Xiao, turning to face this steadfast warrior who had fought alongside him, his eyes filled with respect and gratitude. Midgardian 4:16:03 warrior, you have shown remarkable courage in battling the creations of the gods with your mortal frame. Just call me Lin. Lin Xiao shrugged, descending beside him. Also, you owe me for the renovations of my restaurant and the repairs of this armor, you golden-haired giant. Thor paused at this address before bursting into hearty laughter. Very well. Once I deal with this iron lump, I shall treat you to the finest meat of Asgard. Agreed. Lin Xiao chuckled. They stood side by side, their gazes locked onto the now steadying Destroyer. A surge of unprecedented battle spirit igniting between them. Its exterior is impervious, enchanted by my father as divine power, Thor stated, his tone growing serious. Is that so? I just tried it and indeed, it is quite hard, Lin Xiao remarked, flexing his left arm still crackling with electricity. Yet, no matter how hard a turtle shell may be, there are always gaps. What do you suggest? It seems its energy is concentrated within that one-eyed visor. We must find a way to shatter its head. Lin Xiao proposed his strategy. Excellent idea. Thor's eyes sparkled with lightning. I will divert its 4:17:04 attention. You find the opportunity to strike. That suits me perfectly. As soon as the words left his lips, Thor hurled his hammer with all his might. Mjolnir, infused with the force of a thunderstorm, hurtled toward the Destroyer. The Destroyer raised its arm to block, but was staggered by the immense power of the hammer. Seizing the moment, Thor charged in, engaging the Destroyer in a fierce melee. The sound of flesh meeting metal echoed through the streets of the town as the power of the God of Thunder clashed violently with that of the Destroyer. With every collision, a tempestuous wave of force erupted. Thor, transformed into a barbaric warrior, completely subdued the Destroyer. Meanwhile, Lin Xiao moved like a spectral assassin. He refrained from engaging in direct combat, instead leveraging the remarkable agility of the symbiote armor to dart swiftly along the periphery of the battlefield. His eyes, akin to the most sophisticated scanners, incessantly analyzed each of the Destroyer's movements, seeking out its vulnerabilities. Thor, to your left, 4:18:06 it's about to unleash its energy cannon. Beware of its knee joints. They are mobile. Lin Xiao's voice ceaselessly provided precise battlefield intelligence. With Lin Xiao's assistance, Thor fought with newfound confidence, as if he possessed omniscient awareness of the battlefield, effortlessly anticipating the Destroyer's next move. Well done, Lin. Thor exclaimed in delight amidst the skirmish. Less chatter. Focus. I've found an opening. Lin Xiao's gaze suddenly sharpened. In the fleeting moment when the Destroyer swung its fist and missed, exposing a vast opening, now was the time. With a fierce flap of the energy wings behind him, Lin Xiao transformed into a streak of white lightning, instantaneously appearing behind the Destroyer. He wielded no weapon. Instead, he concentrated all his energy into his right hand. His hand became akin to a razor-sharp blade, precisely penetrating the intricate energy conduction node at the back of the Destroyer's neck. As easy as easy. Lin Xiao activated the gamma energy, unleashing a furious biological electric 4:19:06 pulse that surged into the core system of the Destroyer. The Destroyer's body stiffened abruptly. Its runes began to flicker erratically, becoming exceedingly unstable. A perfect opportunity. Thor grasped the situation immediately upon witnessing this. He leapt high, raising Mjolnir above his head. For Asgard! He roared, bringing the hammer down forcefully upon the Destroyer's incapacitated head, rendered immobile by the system malfunction. Yet, at the very moment of impact, the Destroyer's flickering singular eye suddenly reignited with blinding golden light. It had, at the last moment, forcefully rebooted its system. Its body twisted violently, breaking free from Lin Xiao's grasp, and its visor fully retracted, unleashing a cataclysmic energy beam now several times more potent, directly towards the unsuspecting Thor. If struck, even a god like Thor would suffer grievous injury. This is bad. Thor's heart raced. It seemed they were destined for mutual destruction. In this critical moment, thunder surged, overloading. Lin Xiao's symbiote armor erupted with 4:20:07 an unprecedented, dazzling display of lightning. Chapter 33, breakthrough. Odin's creation. Thunder overload. With Lin Xiao's furious shout, the arc reactor within him and the newly acquired divine power resonating unit operated at an unparalleled capacity. Boom. An astonishing surge of power enveloped his entire being. The surface of the symbiote armor, once adorned with pearl white biological fibers and deep blue energy patterns, was now completely engulfed in a blinding white blue lightning. Thick arcs of electricity danced around him like enraged dragons unleashed from their bonds, roaring, casting him in the guise of a true deity of thunder. The sheer force distorted the surrounding space, lifting debris and dust from the ground, forming a miniature storm eye. Warning, energy output has reached peak levels. Exceeded critical point 315. Warning, biological armor structure is collapsing. Neural links are overloaded. Countdown initiated. 90, 89. The voice of Pangu echoed in his ears. But Lin 4:21:08 Xiao could hardly care for such matters. His focus was solely on the looming Destroyer, which was unleashing a lethal beam at Thor. He chose not to target the Destroyer's head, for time was an enemy. In an unexpected and wildly reckless move, he spread his arms wide, allowing his overloaded body to directly confront the cataclysmic golden beam. He intended to shield Thor from this fatal strike with his own body. Lin, you've lost your mind. Thor's eyes widened in horror. He wished to retract his strike to save Lin Xiao, but it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as the white figure was engulfed by the beam capable of melting mountains. No. Time seemed to freeze in that instant. However, the anticipated scene of Lin Xiao being vaporized did not transpire. Instead, a spectacle more astonishing than anyone could fathom unfolded. When the Destroyer's energy beam struck Lin Xiao, a marvelous chemical reaction occurred between his thunder and gamma abilities, propelled by the overload. His outstretched palms each formed a rapidly spinning dark blue vortex composed of gamma energy and 4:22:08 lightning. The beam from the Destroyer surged into the vortex, akin to a flood finding its outlet. The wild pure destructive energy was forcibly absorbed and transformed by Lin Xiao. His voice resonated from the lightning, imbued with a metallic timbre and an indescribable might. Double the return. He swiftly brought his arms together. The two energy-laden vortices fused instantaneously. Then, in a manner more furious and unfathomable, mixed with his own gamma lightning, it was propelled back. Boom. A beam of energy, thicker and more radiant than the Destroyer's own cannon, infused with three forms of cosmic apex energy, struck the Destroyer's chest at point-blank range. Crack. Crack. The indestructible Uru metal shell of the Destroyer shattered under the impact, emitting a cacophony of fracturing sounds. Massive cracks, like a spider's web, rapidly spread from its chest across its entire form. Its divine power core collapsed and disintegrated under the onslaught of insurmountable energy. The hulking body 4:23:08 of the Destroyer froze in place. The golden light in its eyes dimmed rapidly, eventually extinguishing completely. Meanwhile, Thor, channeling all his divine power into a single strike, finally smashed down upon the Destroyer's defenseless head. Bang. This time, there was no resistance. The Destroyer's head was obliterated like a watermelon. Immediately thereafter, its fractured body succumbed to a chain reaction, collapsing like a row of dominoes. Rumble. Amidst a thunderous explosion and the sound of splintering metal, this ultimate weapon from Asgard, which had left S H I E L D powerless, was utterly reduced to a heap of smoking molten metal debris scattered across the ground. The battle was over. The entire town fell into a profound silence. Everyone stood with mouths agape, staring blankly at this mythical scene, their minds devoid of thought. Who, who? The lightning coursing through Lin Xiao's body gradually dissipated. The overload mode concluded, and an indescribable sense of weakness surged 4:24:09 throughout him in an instant. He sank to one knee, bracing himself against the ground, gasping for breath. The symbiotic armor had lost its luster, now marred by a multitude of fine cracks, clearly damaged to a severe extent. That last move had nearly drained both him and the reactor of all their energy. Thor also collapsed to the ground, hastening to Lin Xiao's side. His gaze filled with shock and gratitude as he beheld the ruined armor. Lin, you He struggled to articulate his thoughts, yet found that any words at this moment felt utterly inadequate. Lin Xiao waved his hand dismissively, signaling that he was fine. He lifted his head, forcing a smile that was more grotesque than tears. I told you, I'm here to handle the trouble. No sooner had he spoken than the long-anticipated voice finally rang out in his mind. Ding. Sign-in successful. Event, the Destroyer's arrival. Participation, 120. Defeated the Destroyer. Assisted Thor. Saved civilians. Evaluation, SSS. Lin Xiao glanced at the evaluation, feeling a slight sense of relief wash over him. 4:25:11 Thankfully, that desperate maneuver had not been in vain. An SSS rating promised rewards of exceptional merit. Chapter 34, sign-in. Asgardian power. Calculating SSS rating rewards. Congratulations, host. You have received the SSS reward, Asgardian power. Asgardian power, your cellular density, bone strength, and metabolic rate have significantly increased. You have gained strength, endurance, and longevity far exceeding that of ordinary humans. Your understanding of divine power is unparalleled, and your divine essence touches the very source. An SSS reward. Lin Xiao's spirit surged as he read the information that appeared on the system panel. This was no mere skill or equipment. It represented a fundamental transformation at the very essence of his being. He was destined to become a superhero. Just as his heart swelled with excitement, a warm and powerful golden energy silently surged from the depths of his body. This energy was neither as violent as gamma rays nor as forceful as lightning. It was gentle, substantial, and imbued with the essence 4:26:12 of life. Like a spring rain nourishing the earth, it revitalized every cell in Lin Xiao's body that had been exhausted from the overload. He could distinctly sense his muscles, bones, and organs fortifying and strengthening under the influence of this golden energy. The internal injuries caused by forcibly absorbing and rebounding the Destroyer's energy rapidly healed beneath this newfound power. The sensation was utterly euphoric. Lin Xiao felt so good, he almost moaned with pleasure. It was more satisfying than receiving a dozen luxurious massages. Lin, how are you? Thor observed the remarkable transformation in Lin Xiao's complexion, which visibly shifted from pale to rosy, prompting him to ask with concern. I'm fine, feeling great. Lin Xiao replied, rising to his feet and stretching his body, invigorated, yet slightly hungry, yearning for 10 bowls of rice. He shed the tattered symbiotic armor, revealing his true form. The armor melted back into his skin, retracting into his being. Thor gazed at Lin Xiao's unscathed physique, his astonishment deepening. To withstand an attack from 4:27:13 the Destroyer and still exude such tremendous strength, merely appearing a bit fatigued, what kind of creature was this Midgardian? At that moment, the sky was once again torn asunder. A radiant beam of a rainbow bridge enveloped them. Sif and the three warriors of the Valkyrie emerged from the light. They stood agape, surveying the remnants of the Destroyer scattered about, alongside the unharmed Thor and the casually dressed Lin Xiao. Thor, you You defeated the Destroyer? Sif asked incredulously. It was us. Thor replied with a smile, patting Lin Xiao's shoulder. My new friend, Lin, and I did it together. The three Valkyrie warriors regarded Lynn Xiao, an ostensibly ordinary mortal, with eyes filled with awe. They were well aware of the Destroyer's formidable nature, a war machine capable of quelling a rebellion in Asgard. To think that Thor and a mere mortal could dismantle it together. "All right, we can reminisce later." Lynn Xiao interjected, interrupting their reunion. "The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are on their way. Thor, what are your plans?" Thor cast a glance at Jane 4:28:13 Foster, rushing toward him with tears staining her face, his expression softening with determination. "I must return to Asgard. Loki has erred, and I must rectify his mistakes. But I promise, Jane, I will return." He approached Jane and gently kissed her. After a cataclysmic battle, a love that spanned the cosmos finally found its resolution. In the distance, Coulson arrived with a throng of agents. Upon witnessing the pile of Destroyer parts, he was momentarily at a loss. He glanced between Thor and Lynn Xiao, opening his mouth, but finding himself speechless. Wasn't their combat prowess a tad beyond the norm? "Agent Coulson." Thor noticed him and approached with a serious demeanor. "I need to borrow your research materials regarding the Einstein-Rosen Bridge." He required Jane's studies to find a way back to Earth. Coulson hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement. For matters of such divine combat level, he had completely lost control and could only choose to cooperate. "Mr. Lynn." Coulson turned to Lynn Xiao, his expression exceedingly complex. "Director Fury wishes to speak with you." "Let him come 4:29:14 find me." Lynn Xiao replied, uninterested in becoming too entangled with S. H. I. E. L. D. He made a phone gesture to Thor, reminding him, "Remember, you owe me some meat. And tell that one-eyed Fury he'll soon have a significant problem on his hands." With that, Lynn Xiao made his exit. He waved goodbye to Coulson and the astonished agents, flashing a sunny smile. "Farewell, everyone." No sooner had the words left his mouth than his form transformed into a streak of white light, soaring skyward and vanishing into the horizon, leaving a bewildered crowd in his wake. Coulson adjusted his sunglasses, the shock evident beneath the lenses. He promptly pulled out his phone and dialed Nick Fury's number. "Director, I think our assessment of the White Phantom may need to be revisited from the ground up. Upon returning to the base, Lynn Xiao's first course of action was to rush into the medical bay for a comprehensive body examination. The data displayed on the screen startled even him. "Name, Lynn Xiao. Race, human. Strength, 15. Ordinary adult male is one. Speed, 12. Endurance, 4:30:17 18. Mental, 25. Abilities, perfect level industrial and mechanical control, gamma control, lightning control, Asgardian power." "My heavens." Lynn Xiao exclaimed, unable to contain a curse upon seeing his own data. "Moreover, it seemed that these various abilities could enhance one another." He discovered that the divine power of Asgard acted like an exceedingly stable chassis, allowing his gamma energy and electrical energy to operate with enhanced stability and efficiency. He attempted to activate the lightning overload mode. "Warning, overload mode may adversely affect the user's body." Before Pengu's warning could conclude, Lynn Xiao was pleasantly surprised to find that the previous sensation of nearly having his body torn apart had significantly diminished. He estimated that he could now extend the duration of the lightning overload to at least 30 minutes. Moreover, its power was even greater than before. This was akin to upgrading from a birdshot to a cannon. Ecstatically, Lynn Xiao paced back and forth in the laboratory, feeling an unprecedented surge of strength. At that 4:31:18 moment, his encrypted communicator rang. "Caller ID, Cyclops." Lynn Xiao raised an eyebrow and answered the call. On the other end, Nick Fury's signature deep, gravelly voice resonated. "Lynn, can we talk?" "What about, Director Fury? Shall we discuss the inefficiency of your subordinates or the glaring vulnerabilities in S. H. I. E. L. D.'s security system?" Lynn Xiao leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs, his tone as relaxed as if chatting with an old friend. Nick Fury fell silent for a moment. Lynn Xiao could almost envision his expression darkening. "A god from Asgard, a robot capable of annihilating half a town with a single blow, and you, Lynn, your voice betrays no emotion, yet you know the mess you've stirred up. Do you have any idea how many reports I need to suppress this incident?" "No need to thank me. I'm always happy to help." Lynn Xiao replied with a grin. "I saved a town and, by extension, perhaps even the world. If you truly wish to express your gratitude, how about awarding me a Nobel Peace Prize?" "We're forming a team." Fury stated solemnly. 4:32:20 "A team composed of the world's most exceptional and unique talents to address crises that ordinary individuals cannot handle, such as the recent Annihilator incident." Lynn Xiao's thoughts were as clear as day. The recruitment for the Avengers had finally come around to him. He feigned surprise and inquired, "A team? Sounds like a rock band. Who's in it? A playboy in a tin can? A green giant with anger management issues? And a centenarian just thawed from ice?" Fury fell silent once more, aware that Lynn Xiao was privy to secrets he ought not to know. Yet, each time, he remained astonished by Lynn Xiao's seemingly prescient abilities. "It seems you already know my plans." Fury remarked with a hint of resignation. "I don't know your plans. I merely enjoy reading comics." Lynn Xiao chuckled, then shifted the conversation. "However, Director Fury, I have no interest in joining any boy band. I am accustomed to operating independently and dislike being managed." He longed to join the Avengers, the central ensemble of the Marvel Universe, the epicenter of countless pivotal narratives, a splendid platform for accruing rewards. Yet, he 4:33:20 could not agree so readily. He sought to maintain control and join the team as a partner, not as a subordinate. "I'm not here to control you." Fury seemed to anticipate his reaction. "We are in a collaborative relationship. I provide intelligence and logistical support, while you and your team members tackle the challenges. We share a common goal, to protect this world." "Sounds good." Lynn Xiao nodded. "But I still need to think it over. You know, I've been quite busy lately. Saving the world and researching new technologies, my schedule is packed." He was raising his asking price, ensuring Fury understood that Lynn Xiao was not a mere mercenary at his beck and call. He had his own worth and his own cards to play. "Very well." Fury sighed, knowing that with someone like Lynn Xiao, patience was essential. "You can take your time to consider. However, I hope you remember that when a true crisis arises, no one can remain unscathed." "I understand that principle." Lynn Xiao's tone grew more serious. "That's why I'm giving you a heads-up." "What reminder?" "That blue cube in your possession. You'd better keep a close watch on it." Lynn Xiao said coolly. "That object poses a danger 4:34:20 to Earth." With that, he abruptly ended the call, fully aware that his words would leave Nick Fury, the ever-suspicious head of S. H. I. E. L. D. restless throughout the night. Meanwhile, he successfully positioned himself as a crucial player in the grand chess game of the Avengers. After hanging up, Lynn Xiao stretched lazily and rose from his chair. He proceeded to the training ground of the base, eager to thoroughly test his newfound powers. He chose not to don the Symbiote armor, wishing to ascertain what he could achieve relying solely on the divine power of Asgard. Approaching a 5-ton hydraulic press designed for strength testing, he took a deep breath, summoned his strength, and lifted with a mighty shout. With a grunt, he hoisted the massive steel machine from the ground. Although it required considerable effort, with muscles straining, he had accomplished it. Wow. Lynn Xiao was astounded himself. This was a 5-ton object. He had essentially become a small crane through sheer physical prowess. Next, he sought to test his speed and endurance. He began to sprint around the training ground at high 4:35:21 velocity, feeling as light as a feather, his legs brimming with explosive power. He ran for a full hour, his speed unwavering, yet his heartbeat and breath remained steady. This sensation was nothing short of extraordinary. Was this what it felt like to be a god? He paused, reveling in the continuous surge of power within him, filled with an unprecedented confidence. Approaching the main control panel, he accessed the repair plan for the Symbiote armor. The previous battle had left the armor severely damaged. Seizing this opportunity, he intended to overhaul it entirely with his newly acquired strength and knowledge. He aimed to integrate the characteristics of Asgardian power into the armor's design, striving to craft a suit that was truly a divine armor. Chapter 36, The Divine Armor Reborn. Lynn Xiao stood before the vast holographic control panel, his hands dancing across the light keyboard, leaving a blur of shadows in their wake. Before him hovered a three-dimensional schematic of the Symbiote armor, with every biological fiber and energy node distinctly visible. During the 4:36:22 confrontation with the Annihilator, the armor had been pushed to the brink of destruction, particularly due to the forced absorption and rebounding of the Annihilator's energy, which caused extensive internal structural collapse. Yet, in this moment, Lynn Xiao felt no regret. Rather, he was filled with exhilaration. From destruction comes rebirth. Without breaking, there can be no standing. This battle damage presented him with a perfect opportunity to fundamentally transform the Symbiote. "Pengu, commence the final simulation." Lynn Xiao issued a directive to replace the existing bioenergy framework with a novel energy model derived from the divine powers of Asgard, embarking on an endeavor that could only be described as audacious. His objective was to elevate a mere mortal creation into a divine artifact forged by the hands of gods. "Command received. Commencing final fusion simulation. Warning, the laws embodied within the Asgardian energy model are fundamentally incompatible with the cold fusion energy of the Arc Reactor. Forcing a merger poses a 99. 8 probability of core annihilation." The 4:37:23 cold, electronic voice of Pengu reverberated through the vast laboratory. Lynn Xiao was acutely aware of the risks. His hands remained undeterred. He had no intention of merging them directly. Who said that deities cannot utilize a power bank? A groundbreaking idea crystallized in his mind. "Redesign the energy circuit. The Arc Reactor would no longer serve as the core of the armor, but would function as an external energy module. The new core would be himself, his body, infused with the Asgardian power that had become an integral part of him. With his divine power as the foundation, he envisioned a completely new energy circulation system. Gamma energy and lightning energy would no longer be independent capabilities, but rather branches of divine power integrated into this new system. Lin Xiao's gaze glimmered with astonishing brilliance. He intended to transform himself into the true essence of the armor, while the arc reactor would be relegated to a mere power source, enabling the divine power to operate with sustained vigor. Thus, not only would this masterfully resolve the conflicts between disparate energy 4:38:23 systems, but it would also maximize the extraordinary attributes of Asgardian power. New scheme simulation in progress. Simulation complete. Success rate 97. Free. Risk assessment. The new structure will incur substantial and continuous consumption of the host's mental and physical stamina. Consumption. At this moment, I am abundantly endowed with stamina and mental fortitude, Lin Xiao thought with a confident smile following his acquisition of Asgardian power. His endurance and mental attributes had seen explosive augmentation. He felt that not only could he operate a suit of armor, but even donning it to run a marathon would likely lead him to victory. Proceeding with this plan, the upgrade for the symbiote was initiated. Codename symbiote type three. Command confirmed. The divine armor upgrade plan is officially underway. The entire underground base surged into a frenzy of activity. Countless precise mechanical arms extended from the walls of the incubation chamber, carefully disassembling the damaged symbiote armor. Charred biological fibers were excised and damaged energy nodes were 4:39:24 replaced. Lin Xiao was fully engaged in the process, his mind linked at high speed with Pangu's supercomputer as he meticulously designed every detail. He infused the knowledge of runes he had copied from Thor's hammer into the energy pattern design of the armor. The previously simplistic dark blue lines, meant solely for energy conduction, were intricately rewoven, becoming more complex and profound, as though imbued with the very principles of the universe. Utilizing his perfect command of industrial techniques and mechanical mastery, he conjured a brand new alloy from thin air. This alloy, based on vibranium, incorporated the properties of a small amount of Uru metal and was tempered with divine power. It possessed the kinetic energy absorption of vibranium along with the extraordinary affinity for energy characteristic of Uru. Lin Xiao named this innovative alloy divine gold. He reformed the armor's framework and all critical joint nodes with divine gold, significantly enhancing the physical defensive capabilities of the armor. Time flew by as he immersed himself in his focused 4:40:25 research. When the last piece of breastplate, shimmering with a blend of pale gold and dark blue light, was affixed to the armor, the entire symbiote type three armor quivered gently. A deep, resonant hum, reminiscent of ancient primordial echoes, filled the laboratory. The newly designed runic patterns on the armor illuminated one by one. They were no longer merely blue. Within the profound dark blue lay a noble, faint golden luminescence. An overwhelming, majestic aura, as if a deity had descended, emanated from the armor. Upgrade complete. Symbiote type three is now online. Lin Xiao took a deep breath, suppressing the exhilaration within. He approached the transformed armor step by step. As he donned the armor and embedded the arc reactor into the external energy interface, an unprecedented sensation of power, as if intertwined with his very bloodline, surged throughout his being. He felt that this was no longer merely armor, but an extension of his body, a manifestation of his will. Pangu, test the new toy. Lin Xiao ventured to the 4:41:25 deepest testing ground of the base, raising his hand towards a composite metal testing wall, constructed from vibranium alloy a meter thick. He had procured this specifically for high-price testing from the black market. Simply channeling the Asgardian power within him into his arm, he delivered a seemingly mundane punch. There was no cataclysmic explosion, no dazzling burst of energy. Only a dull, unsettling thud resonated. The testing wall crumbled beneath his fist as if it were mere tofu. A smooth, mirror-like, bottomless hole appeared in the wall, devoid of any cracks at its edges. Goodness, Lin Xiao exclaimed in astonishment, staring at his fist. Was this truly just a basic attack? If combined with gamma energy and lightning overload, the power he dared not contemplate further. Let us try the new capabilities. Lin Xiao discovered that his divine power differed significantly from Thor's. After testing, he found it remarkably versatile, almost acting as a universal solution. Closing his eyes, he focused his thoughts. Pangu, initiate temporal rewind using Asgardian power as 4:42:27 the core, locking onto the moment I just threw my punch. Command received. Initiating temporal rewind. Before Lin Xiao's eyes, the world morphed into a manipulable video tape. Time began to flow backward. He observed the trajectory of his punch, the instant of contact with the wall, and the entire structural collapse of the wall. Although the imagery was somewhat blurred and could only last for a fleeting few seconds, the mental energy consumption was immense. Just as he contemplated exploring other functionalities, a communication request came through. It was Bruce Banner. Since their last encounter, where Lin Xiao had assisted him in reaching a dialogue with the Hulk, Banner had remained in the laboratory Lin Xiao had prepared for him, continuing his rehabilitation training. Lin, you must come here at once. Banner's voice on the other end was laced with an uncontainable excitement and a hint of tension. After a pause, as if gathering his thoughts, Banner continued, "We have reached a preliminary consensus." Oh, Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow, suddenly intrigued. He hurried to Banner's laboratory. Look, as soon as Banner saw Lin Xiao arrive, 4:43:28 his body began to undergo a transformation. His skin took on a faint green hue. His muscles expanded at a visibly rapid pace. Strangely, this transformation was neither violent nor painful. His expression remained tranquil and his gaze was clear. Moments later, a green giant, reduced in stature to a mere 2 m, yet still exuding an aura of formidable strength, materialized before Lin Xiao. This green behemoth, devoid of his previous madness and fury, bore an expression imbued with a rational glimmer that belonged to Banner. He gazed at Lin Xiao, unveiling a somewhat endearing grin, and spoke in a deep, gravelly voice, clearly enunciating each word. Hello, Lin. How long can you maintain this state? Curiously, Lin Xiao inquired. If I refrain from combat, approximately half an hour. In a fight, at most 1 minute before anger regains control, the green giant replied, his voice resonating with a hoarse timbre. Excellent. It seems our bridge-building has been a success. Let us proceed gradually, Lin Xiao remarked. Chapter 37. The invitation of the 4:44:28 one-eyed dragon and the red-haired female agent. The green doctor, or rather Banner, adjusted his specially made glasses, which were as large as his head, his tone gentle and steady. With your assistance last time, I engaged in a profound dialogue with him. Um, another version of myself. I discovered he is not merely a creature bent on destruction. He resembles a child filled with anger and loneliness, confined in a cage for too long. I endeavored to comprehend and accept him, rather than suppressing and fearing him. And thus, it transpired. Banner spread his large hand in disbelief, his tone filled with astonishment. Hulk appreciates this as well, he added, his voice tinged with a childish stubbornness characteristic of the Hulk. Lin Xiao understood. He had acted as a psychotherapist, successfully mediating between the quarreling personas of Banner and Hulk. As a result, these two had reconciled and merged. This was indeed splendid news. Lin Xiao sincerely felt joy for him, exclaiming, "Congratulations, doctor. You have finally discovered a means to coexist peacefully with yourself." "I 4:45:29 owe it all to you, Lin," Banner responded, gratitude evident in his gaze. "You provided me this opportunity, a rebirth." Lin Xiao waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Do not say so. I merely offered a platform. Achieving this milestone was contingent upon your own courage and wisdom." At that moment, the base's alarm system suddenly blared. Warning, an unidentified visitor is approaching the base entrance. Visitor identity recognition, Phil Coulson, S. H. I. E. L. D. Level 8 agent. The electronic voice of Pangu echoed through the control room. Ah, speak of the devil and he shall appear. Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow, realizing that our ever-curious director had finally grown impatient. He turned to Banner and said, "Doctor, take a moment to acclimate to your new form. I shall attend to our guest." Lin Xiao approached the ground entrance disguised as an abandoned foundry. Indeed, Coulson's unchanging smile awaited at the entrance, accompanied by several black-clad agents who scrutinized the dilapidated factory with wary expressions. "Mr. Lin, we meet again." 4:46:31 Coulson adjusted his sunglasses, beaming amiably. "Agent Coulson, what a rare encounter." Lin Xiao leaned casually against the rusted iron door, his demeanor languid. Coulson's smile faltered momentarily. Conversing with this fellow is akin to walking a tightrope. "Director Fury wishes to see you regarding the Tesseract." Coulson stated bluntly. "Oh, the one-eyed dragon has finally come around." Lin Xiao feigned surprise, adding, "I thought he would remain hidden behind the phone lines, playing the role of a mysterious operator." The bait he had cast about the blue cube had evidently been effective. Nick Fury, the ever-suspicious head of S. H. I. E. L. D. was likely restless, seeking to extract more intelligence from him. "Follow me," Lin Xiao said, refraining from further challenging Coulson, and turned to delve deeper into the factory. A state-of-the-art Quinjet stood silently in the clearing behind the factory, exuding an aura of science fiction. The journey was silent. The Quinjet ascended into the sky, piercing through thick clouds until a colossal, aircraft-carrier-like steel behemoth 4:47:32 emerged before Lin Xiao's eyes, the Helicarrier. Even after witnessing it countless times in films, seeing this magnificent structure suspended at an altitude of 10,000 m still sent a tremor of awe through Lin Xiao. This was one of humanity's pinnacle technological creations, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most formidable mobile headquarters. The aircraft landed smoothly on the deck. Nick Fury, clad in his signature black trench coat, awaited him on the tarmac, while Maria Hill stood behind him like a loyal aide, her expression serious. "Welcome to my domain, Lin." Fury S1 I scrutinized Lin Xiao, his voice deep. "Impressive vessel, Director Fury." Lin Xiao remarked as he disembarked and surveyed his surroundings. "Feel free to explore. Once you finish, we shall discuss business." Fury, perceptive of Lin Xiao's interest in the helicarrier, prudently postponed their discussion. Lin Xiao was indeed captivated by the helicarrier. If such vessels were deployed during the impending battle in New York, combat would be significantly easier. The massive turbine propellers 4:48:34 churned the air at 10,000 m, producing a deafening roar. Standing at a safe distance, Lin Xiao felt the oncoming wind whip around him, causing his clothes to flutter. "This is the place." He recalled vividly how, in the film, Loki's minions had sabotaged engine three, causing the helicarrier to plummet. It was here that Tony Stark, the Iron Man, had heroically pushed the massive blade with his own flesh and blood, saving the entire warship. It was also in that crisis that Agent Coulson had paid the ultimate price, uniting the Avengers in their true purpose. "Are you the ghost?" A cool yet slightly raspy female voice suddenly pierced the air beside him. The abruptness of her voice felt as if it had emerged from thin air. Lin Xiao's heart raced. Lost in memories, he had failed to notice any footsteps approaching. He snapped back to reality and turned his head. A striking figure in red caught his eye. The woman boasted a cascade of iconic red hair, dampened slightly at the tips from an intense training session, with a few strands clinging to her smooth forehead and alabaster neck. Clad in a 4:49:35 form-fitting black combat suit, her meticulously honed physique was accentuated, each muscle line brimming with vigor. She wore no makeup, yet her natural beauty far surpassed any elaborate adornment. Her green eyes resembled an unfathomable lake, quietly appraising him, sharp and filled with scrutiny. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow. Lin Xiao could not help but smile subtly. "Fury mentioned you were young. I didn't t- expect you to be this youthful." Natasha's gaze swept over his face, her tone neutral, devoid of emotion, still nation. "I see. I too am surprised that the renowned Black Widow is even more enchanting in person than in her dossier." Lin Xiao replied, returning her smile, meeting her gaze with unflinching confidence. Natasha's brow arched ever so slightly. "Flattery will get you nowhere." she retorted, her tone cooling a fraction. "I hope your skills are as formidable as your silver tongue. Fury has sent me to inform you that the tour has concluded. It is time for business. Follow me." Without waiting for a response, she pivoted smoothly, her long legs striding 4:50:35 forward. Lin Xiao chuckled softly and leisurely followed her. Two individuals walked in succession through the bustling bridge of the spacecraft, an amalgam of alarms and orders resonating in the air. Countless agents and personnel clad in S.H.I.E.L.D. uniforms hurried past them. At last, Natasha came to a halt before a formidable metal door. Chapter 38, The Avengers Admission Ticket. She led Lin Xiao through the frenetic bridge, the aerial mothership, and into the strategic conference room. Seated around a colossal circular conference table were the upper echelon of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s core figures. Nick Fury occupied the central position, his single eye surveying each individual present, his expression grave enough to evoke unease. Maria Hill and Phil Coulson flanked him, their faces equally somber. Natasha Romanoff sat quietly to the side, while Lin Xiao, nonchalant as ever, boldly faced Fury. A cup of coffee recently poured by Agent Hill in hand, leisurely savoring it. "Esteemed 4:51:36 colleagues," Fury began in a deep tone, shattering the silence of the conference room. "I trust you have all reviewed the dossier on the White Ghost, also known as Mr. Lin." The large screen in the conference room displayed footage of every battle Lin Xiao had previously engaged in. From the epic clash against the Abomination on the streets of New York, to his sparring with War Machine at a Stark party, and finally, his formidable confrontation with the Destroyer in New Mexico. Each appearance was nothing short of earth-shattering. The S.H.I.E.L.D. senior officials present gazed at the white figure on screen, their faces etched with astonishment. His combat prowess was irrefutable. A man in a suit, appearing to be the head of the analytical division, adjusted his glasses and remarked, "According to our assessment model, while donning that white armor, his comprehensive combat power index surpasses that of any known individual weapon, even exceeding Tony Stark's Iron Man suit." However, a general, adorned with the emblem of the military and clearly a representative of the armed forces, furrowed his brow and 4:52:37 interjected, "His origins are unclear, the source of his abilities unknown, and his intentions even more so. We have no knowledge of him. Integrating him into the Avengers Initiative poses too great a risk. We cannot control him." The general's words echoed the concerns of many present. Lin Xiao's existence was akin to an unpredictable variable, appearing from thin air. His formidable strength and enigmatic nature instilled a sense of trepidation in these individuals accustomed to wielding control. "Control?" Lin Xiao echoed the term, setting down his coffee cup and laughing. "General, with all due respect, our strengths are not even on the same spectrum. What gives you the audacity to think you can control me?" "You!" The general, flushed with indignation, slammed his hand on the table. Fury interjected at an opportune moment. "Let's discuss cooperation. We should collaborate for mutual benefit." "I still oppose." The general retorted. "Until a thorough vetting and background check are conducted, I will not consent to allowing such a dangerous individual access to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s core secrets." 4:53:39 The atmosphere in the conference room turned tense. Fury was about to speak to alleviate the situation when the general continued, "I have a proposition." As he spoke, he produced prepared materials. "We assign Mr. Lin a target, a formidable adversary that we cannot tackle. If he resolves this, we will acknowledge him as a partner. After all, if Mr. Lin possesses such power, we would have little room for negotiation." "Agreed." Lin Xiao replied nonchalantly. "Very well." Fury nodded, surveying the room before affirmatively gesturing to the general, who handed the materials to Hill. "This is the dossier on Operation Eagle's Nest in the Alps." Hill manipulated the tactical panel, and the screen transitioned to reveal a heavily fortified military base deep within the Alps. "Eagle's Nest," Coulson began to explain, "is the largest stronghold of Hydra remnants in Europe. Its leader is one of Baron Strucker's lieutenants, codenamed the Butcher. This individual is ruthless and exceedingly cunning. We, along with the military, have attempted three assaults on him, all of which ended in failure. The base's defense 4:54:39 systems are controlled by a top-tier hacker known as Hive, and our electronic warfare division has been unable to penetrate their defenses. Additionally, according to our informants, they appear to be conducting inhumane biological experiments deep within the base." Coulson's tone was grave, indicating that this Eagle's Nest was a significant challenge for both S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military. "The objective is clear." the general stated, fixing his gaze on Lin Xiao. "Destroy this base, capture or neutralize the Butcher, and retrieve all their research data." "Is it truly that simple?" Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow. "I require a companion." he continued, his gaze shifting to Natasha. "I need someone to witness and validate my assessment test. She shall suffice." Natasha met his gaze, replying succinctly, "I have no objections." She too wished to see for herself whether this man was merely arrogant or genuinely formidable. "Excellent." Fury nodded, rising from his seat. "The operation commences at midnight. Quinjet and all logistical support have been prepared for you. I 4:55:40 wish you a fruitful hunt." At midnight, above the Alps, a Quinjet equipped with optical stealth mode glided silently through the biting cold winds. Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Natasha was finalizing preparations, checking her equipment and calibrating her parachute, her demeanor a portrait of calm professionalism. Meanwhile, Lin Xiao, brimming with excitement, leaned against the window, gazing at the silver-white snow-capped mountains illuminated by the moonlight. "Wow, the scenery here is splendid." Lin Xiao exclaimed, turning to Natasha with a beaming smile. Natasha paused in her actions, looking at this carefree individual. Did he truly comprehend the nature of their mission? "We have 5 minutes until we reach the designated drop zone." The pilot's voice crackled through the communicator. Natasha inhaled deeply, casting aside any lingering distractions. She stood and approached the cabin door. "I will land at point A, using the blizzard as cover to infiltrate through the northern ventilation shaft and incapacitate their internal security systems. You will create chaos at point B to draw their 4:56:41 main forces away. We will regroup in the central control room." Natasha succinctly outlined her tactical plan. It was a highly professional and prudent infiltration strategy. However, Lin Xiao shook his head upon hearing it. "Too complicated." "What?" Natasha thought she misheard. "I said, too complicated." Lin Xiao stepped beside her, peering down at the base barely visible through the snowstorm. "Watch closely and witness what absolute power looks like." Without waiting for Natasha's response, he pressed the cabin door's release button. With a whoosh, the frigid wind rushed in. Before Natasha could question his intentions, she saw Lin Xiao gracefully wave goodbye, and then, to everyone's shock, he stepped out of the cabin. No parachute, no wings. He plummeted like a stone toward the hostile base below. Chapter 39, This Is Power. "Has he lost his mind?" the pilot in the cockpit gasped incredulously, watching the figure fall from 10,000 ft. Natasha stood frozen in place, the biting cold wind tousling her red hair. And for a fleeting moment, her mind went blank. Did this individual truly leap 4:57:43 into the abyss? In the command center of the aerial mothership, everyone present rose from their seats in shock as they witnessed the scene transmitted in real time from the Quinjet. What was he doing? A suicide? A military general exclaimed in disbelief. No, Fury's singular eye fixated intently on the screen. The true spectacle was only just commencing. As Lin Xiao's form plummeted toward the thick clouds below, a radiant pearl-white light erupted from within him. The type three symbiote armor enveloped him instantaneously. The intertwining runes of pale gold and dark blue illuminated the night sky with an enigmatic and commanding glow. The newly forged energy wings, crafted from divine metal, unfurled dramatically from the back of his armor. They were no longer the translucent light blue wings of before, but rather akin to the powerful metallic feathers of an angel. Each plume shimmered with the brilliance of energy. A deep, thunderous roar of engines shattered the silence of the night. Lin Xiao's descent abruptly halted. Pangu, infiltrate their communication system and analyze the map. He hovered like a deity amidst the 4:58:45 swirling snow, gazing down upon the impregnable Hydra base below. He understood that this battle must showcase his prowess to secure greater influence in the ensuing conflict. There was still a purple sweet potato spirit to contend with. He needed to hasten his ascension in strength. And the most expedient method was undoubtedly through system engagement. Collaborating with S.H.I.E.L.D. was a pivotal aspect of his forthcoming strategy. Command received. Infiltrating Eagle's Nest communication system. Command received. Constructing 3D map of Eagle's Nest. Success. Lin Xiao moved. He descended like a meteor from the heavens, trailing a brilliant fiery tail of energy, striking the base's entrance with an audacious ferocity. Boom. A thunderous crash echoed throughout the Serene Alps. The massive gate, forged from specialized alloys capable of withstanding tank fire, crumbled under Lin Xiao's impact as if it were mere parchment, instantly torn and melted away. A tremendous shockwave formed a visible white air surge, sweeping away 4:59:46 the accumulated snow within a radius of several dozen meters. The entire Eagle's Nest base seemed to tremble from the violent collision. Inside the base, chaos erupted instantaneously. Enemy attack. Enemy attack. The main entrance has been breached. All units, immediately proceed to the main entrance for support. Countless soldiers clad in Hydra uniforms surged from various corridors, rushing toward the gaping hole, still belching thick smoke. As the dust began to settle, a white figure, radiating a sacred glow, stood serenely amidst the ruins. Open fire. A Hydra squad leader bellowed, his voice strained to the limit. A torrential downpour of bullets rained down upon Lin Xiao. Yet as they approached within a meter of his form, they collided with an invisible barrier, ricocheting helplessly to the ground without even igniting a spark. Lin Xiao slowly raised his right hand. His palm ignited with a blinding light, a dazzling fusion of gold and blue. Boom. An energy cannon, as wide as a bowl, was unleashed. This energy blast was no longer merely pure 5:00:47 gamma energy, but a triad of divine power, lightning, and gamma energy. The air itself twisted in its wake. The dozen or so Hydra soldiers standing in its path were vaporized before they could even utter a scream, leaving not a trace of ash behind. The energy cannon continued its relentless trajectory, crashing violently into the internal wall of the base. Boom. The entire wall, along with several adjacent rooms, was obliterated. The sheer might of the strike was terrifying. All the advancing Hydra soldiers instinctively halted, their faces etched with horror and dread. In the Quinjet high above, Natasha observed the first-person perspective of Lin Xiao on the tactical panel, her hand poised to pull the parachute's release cord, now suspended midair. Her mind once again succumbed to a state of paralysis. At this rate, it seemed he could truly dismantle the entire base single-handedly. In the command center of the aerial mothership, an eerie silence enveloped the room. The stillness was so profound that one could hear a pin drop. Everyone stared in disbelief at the figure on the large screen, resembling a deity descended 5:01:48 from the heavens. The general's expression darkened, his lips trembling imperceptibly. Hill, gazing at Lin Xiao on the screen, finally grasped why the director had so resolutely insisted on recruiting this man. He was no mere scalpel. He was a precision guided. Unlimited yield, human nuclear bomb. Is there anyone still opposed? Fury's voice resonated calmly. No one responded. Oppose? With what? Their heads? A barely perceptible smirk tugged at the corners of Fury's mouth. He understood that from this day forth, the white ghost would become an undeniable presence within S.H.I.E.L.D. and the world at large. And he, Nick Fury, would be the sole individual capable of conversing with this nuclear entity. Within the confines of the Eagle's Nest base, Lin Xiao's performance continued unabated. He strode through the interior with the grace of a butcher, leaving chaos in his wake. At times, a mere flick of his wrist unleashed a golden shockwave of divine energy, sending entire squads of soldiers sprawling like bowling pins. At other moments, a tiny 5:02:49 arc of electricity sprang from his fingertips, incapacitating an entire array of electronic devices, erupting into sparks. The Hydra soldiers succumbed to utter despair. They began to flee, abandoning their posts. In a matter of minutes, the entire base was decimated, save for those core personnel hidden in the deepest recesses, yet to reveal themselves. Lin Xiao clapped his hands together. All right, now it's time to find that fellow known as the butcher. Suddenly, he frowned. Hmm, where is Natasha? It dawned on him that he had an eyewitness to locate. He activated his communicator. Agent Romanoff, if you can hear me, please respond. The ground has been cleared. You may descend. Silence echoed from the communicator. Natasha? Lin Xiao's heart sank. A sense of foreboding washed over him. He promptly commanded Pangu. Pangu, take control of the Quinjet and ascertain Natasha Romanoff's location. Command received. Connecting to Quinjet. Warning. Quinjet has lost communication. Last signal registered 3 minutes ago. Warning. Extreme fluctuations of spatial 5:03:50 energy detected at the last known location of the jet. Lin Xiao's expression darkened instantly. Something had gone awry. Chapter 40. The Vanished Black Widow. Something had indeed gone awry. Lin Xiao's expression instantaneously transformed into a frigid glare. Natasha was missing. Moreover, she had vanished aboard a Quinjet. That aircraft was equipped with the most advanced technology of S.H.I.E.L.D., featuring optical cloaking and radar evading systems, coupled with Natasha's own vigilance. How could she possibly have met with misfortune without a trace? Unless, of course, the adversary possessed an overwhelmingly superior force. Pangu, immediately activate the maximum range temporal rewind. Centered around its guardian power. The target, the missing Quinjet. I demand to see what transpired there. Command received. Initiating wide area temporal rewind. Warning. This operation will impose a tremendous mental strain on the host. Execute. A surge of formidable divine power erupted from within him, 5:04:50 resonating wondrously with the fabric of space itself. Before his eyes, the world abruptly shed its color, morphing into a gray-white realm composed of countless lines of light and shadow. Time, under his will, began to flow backward at an incredible pace. 1 minute ago, 2 minutes ago, 3 minutes ago. Found it. Within the gray expanse, the silhouette of the Quinjet materialized distinctly. Lin Xiao's consciousness, akin to a specter, penetrated the aircraft's exterior and entered the cabin. He beheld Natasha, her face etched with shock as she gazed at the tactical display showcasing her own prowess in combat. At that moment, an unforeseen anomaly erupted. A blue, lightning-like phantom, appearing without warning, pierced through the Quinjet's metallic shell and manifested within the cabin. The speed of this apparition was astonishing, so swift that even Lin Xiao's temporal rewind could merely capture a series of indistinct afterimages. Natasha hadn't even had time to react before the blue phantom seized her by the shoulder. Then, in a flash of blue light, both 5:05:51 Natasha and the phantom vanished from the cabin without a trace. The entire ordeal transpired in less than 1/10 of a second, so rapid that even the Quinjet's alarm system failed to activate. Lin Xiao gritted his teeth against the waves of pain surging through his mind, decelerating the rewind footage by several hundred times in a desperate attempt to discern the true visage of the blue phantom. At last, in a frame nearly frozen in time, he beheld it clearly. It was a youth who appeared to be no older than 17 or 18, with silvery short hair and piercing blue eyes, a cruel smirk dancing upon his lips. Pietro Maximoff, Quicksilver. A heavyweight settled in Lin Xiao's heart. How could he possibly be here? According to the original storyline, Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch were supposed to be in Sokovia, undergoing secret experimentation by Baron Strucker. How did he end up at this base in the Alps? Moreover, judging by his demeanor, it seemed he had been aware of Natasha and himself arriving, having set an ambush in wait. Hydra, Baron Strucker. A multitude of thoughts raced through Lin 5:06:52 Xiao's mind. He understood now. This was not merely an assessment of capabilities. It was a trap, a meticulously orchestrated snare aimed specifically at him and the Black Widow. The military general's vehement opposition. The perfectly timed mission at the Eagle's Nest base. And this unexpected appearance of Quicksilver. All were part of Hydra's machinations. They had manipulated S.H.I.E.L.D. and Nick Fury, all to lure him, the greatest variable, into this very location. What were their intentions? Capturing the Black Widow to extract intelligence from S.H.I.E.L.D. their true objective himself? Or was their true objective himself? Or was their true objective himself? Or was their true objective himself? Or was their true objective himself? Damn it, Lin Xiao muttered under his breath. He had been too complacent, relying on his knowledge of the storyline. He had assumed everything was under his control, yet he overlooked the fact that his presence, while not diverting the main plot, had spawned a new subplot. Pengu, analyze the energy trail left by Quicksilver. Lock onto his position. Command received. Analyzing residual spatial energy. 5:07:52 Target speed is exceedingly rapid. Energy trail is extremely faint, making tracking exceptionally difficult. Tracking successful. Target's approximate location locked. Situated seven levels below the base, within a secret laboratory shielded by lead panels. Excellent. Lin Xiao's form transformed into a streak of light as he surged deeper into the base. Boom. Boom. Boom. In the command center of the airborne aircraft carrier, when the alert of the Quinjet's disappearance echoed, the entire command center was enveloped in an eerie silence. What is happening? Report the situation. Fury's bellow shattered the stillness. Report, sir. We have lost all signals from Agent Romanoff and the Quinjet. It's as if they vanished into thin air. A technician, drenched in sweat, reported anxiously. Fury's complexion darkened ominously. His worst fears had come to fruition. Immediately contact Lin Xiao. Have him report the situation. Fury shouted into the communicator. However, the voice that responded was Lin Xiao's, cold and devoid of any emotion. Fury, 5:08:52 you've been played. This is a trap. Natasha has been abducted by a speedster. I am currently on route to rescue her. Keep an eye on your people, especially that general. The communication abruptly terminated. Fury gripped the communicator tightly, his knuckles turning white. He swiftly turned, his single eye like a blade, piercing into the pale-faced military general. General, Fury's voice was low and foreboding. I require an explanation. Seven levels below the Eagle's Nest base, the environment starkly contrasted with the militarized facilities above. This place resembled a sinister, blood-soaked biological laboratory. Countless massive incubation tanks loomed around, within which grotesque, unrecognizable experimental subjects floated. In the center of the laboratory, Natasha lay bound to a metallic surgical table by a peculiar energy restraint, utterly immobilized. A silver-haired young man circled her slowly, a mocking smile reminiscent of a cat toying with its prey plastered across his face. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most elite agent, the Black Widow, 5:09:53 Quicksilver reached out, gently twirling a strand of Natasha's red hair, bringing it to his nose to inhale. It doesn't smell like much, he remarked. Who are you? Natasha inquired coolly, her mind racing as she assessed the situation. The youth's speed was terrifying. She hadn't even seen his movements before she was subdued. She had never encountered a superhuman of this caliber. Me? Quicksilver chuckled. I'm just an ordinary person who can't stand you self-righteous heroes. However, fret not. I won't you kill you. He leaned closer to Natasha's ear, whispering, You were merely bait. My true target is your companion, that fellow in white armor. Baron Strucker is quite interested in him. He wishes to study how a mere mortal can acquire and wield such godlike powers. Natasha's heart sank. Indeed, this was a trap specifically designed for Lin Xiao. At that moment, a thunderous crash resonated from above the laboratory. The entire laboratory trembled violently. The thick layers of lead and alloy on the ceiling were forcibly torn open by an irresistible force, creating a gaping hole. Debris 5:10:54 and dust flew in all directions. A white figure, bathed in golden divine light, gradually descended from above. His feet touched the ground softly, making not a sound. Yet, an overwhelming, suffocating pressure instantaneously enveloped the entire laboratory. Lin Xiao raised his head, his eyes, shimmering with arcs of gold and blue beneath his mask, locked onto Quicksilver. Seeking death? His voice was low, but each word bore the weight of a thousand tons, striking hard at Quicksilver's heart. The smile on Quicksilver's face froze. Chapter 41. The White Phantom versus Quicksilver. You arrived sooner than I anticipated. After the initial shock, Quicksilver forced himself to regain his composure. He scrutinized Lin Xiao, adorned in a symbiotic battle suit that radiated a sacred brilliance. This armor indeed appeared quite formidable. Quicksilver smirked, his tone laced with provocation, though it was ultimately ineffective. No sooner had he spoken than his figure vanished from sight. A blue lightning bolt traced Z-shaped trajectories within the spacious laboratory, moving so swiftly that the 5:11:56 naked eye could scarcely perceive it. Too slow. Quicksilver's voice seemed to emanate from all directions simultaneously. The next moment, an immense force slammed into Lin Xiao's back. Bang. Lin Xiao's body lurched forward. Before he could steady himself, a second punch, a third punch, a fourth punch, like a torrential downpour, fists rained down upon him from every angle. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. The dull thuds echoed densely within the laboratory. Lin Xiao felt akin to a sandbag, helplessly enduring Quicksilver's lightning-fast assaults. Did you see that? This is my speed. Quicksilver's voice brimmed with pride and arrogance. Before me, you cannot even touch my shadow. No matter how sturdy your turtle shell may be, what use is it? I have an entire day to gradually shatter it. Bound to the operating table, Natasha watched the scene unfold with mounting anxiety. She understood that Lin Xiao possessed immense strength, but against an utterly unreasonable speedster, sheer power was futile if it could not land a hit. At this rate, he would inevitably be worn down to nothing. However, Lin 5:12:58 Xiao, at the center of the onslaught, remained surprisingly calm. The strength of the symbiote after another enhancement was beyond the reach of normal attacks, let alone someone like Quicksilver, who excelled in speed. Even if Lin Xiao stood still for an entire day, his defense would remain unbroken. Pengu, calculate and analyze the target's attack patterns and movement trajectories. Command received. Data collection in progress. Target speed too swift. Neural link delayed by 0.01 seconds. Data model establishment failed. Indeed, it was ineffective. Lin Xiao knew that his neural reaction speed could not keep pace with Quicksilver's movements. Attempting to lock onto him with conventional dynamic vision and combat systems was akin to dreaming. In light of this, Lin Xiao cracked his neck, producing a series of audible pops, and declared, In the face of true power, no matter how swift your speed, it is but a futile struggle. What do you mean? Quicksilver's expression darkened. It means, Lin Xiao replied, a cold smile curving at the corners of his lips, The 5:13:58 game is over. He suddenly stomped his foot. Tri-phase storm. Buzz. A whirlwind of mixed green, blue, and golden energy rapidly expanded from him as the center. His internal arc reactor overloaded wildly. Blinding blue arcs of electricity surged along the patterns of his armor, enveloping him entirely in an instant. Simultaneously, a torrent of green gamma energy, symbolizing destruction and rebirth, erupted from the core of the reactor. Finally, the golden divine power of Asgard soared like a blazing sun. Green gamma energy, blue electrical arcs, and golden sacred energy, three distinct yet equally terrifying forces intertwined into a torrent of annihilation, spreading outward with ferocious intensity. This was not the intangible suppression of a divine realm. This was visible, tangible, pure energy. Wherever the storm passed, the alloy floor was instantly disintegrated into primal particles, while the walls, ceiling, and remnants of laboratory equipment silently vanished under the onslaught of this energy. Quicksilver, witnessing 5:14:59 such devastation, was left with nothing but fear. Run. This was the sole thought racing through his mind. He pushed his speed to its limits, transforming into a blue blur, desperately fleeing as if to escape the engulfing storm. Lin Xiao recognized that while the symbiote possessed formidable power, speed remained a weakness. At his current velocity, he could not catch up to Quicksilver and could only watch him escape. However, when Ultron appeared, he would have the opportunity to confront him and that Scarlet Witch once more. Allowing him to flee now was inconsequential. Lin Xiao extended his instantly. Natasha flexed her somewhat numb wrist and sat up from the operating table. She regarded Lin Xiao with astonishment, gratitude, and curiosity. I'm fine. Natasha's voice was slightly hoarse. Let us go. Fury and the others are likely anxious by now. She turned and led the way toward the gaping hole in the ceiling that Lin Xiao had created. When Lin Xiao and Natasha returned to the helicarrier aboard a backup Quinjet, they were greeted by an 5:16:00 eerie silence pervading the command center. The general was no longer present. With Fury's capabilities, he was unlikely to have escaped. Nick Fury was the first to approach, his singular eye scanning Natasha swiftly, ensuring she had not sustained any serious injuries before settling on Lin Xiao. What happened? Fury's voice was low and gravelly. Lin Xiao casually summarized the recent battle. Where is he? Fury pressed for details. He fled, Lin Xiao shrugged. Natasha added, Mr. Lin speaks the truth. That boy's speed is remarkably swift. And with his singular focus on escaping, we truly could not hold him back. I believe he will be one of the greatest threats the S.H.I.E.L.D. must remain vigilant against in the future. Her words corroborated Lin Xiao's account. Everyone present understood that Lin Xiao was not someone they could easily manage. Their only option was to collaborate with him, and to do so with the utmost sincerity. I understand. Fury took a deep breath, realizing it was time to make a final decision. He stepped before Lin Xiao and extended his hand. Mr. Lin, on behalf of 5:17:02 S.H.I.E.L.D., I formally welcome you to join us. From this day forth, you will hold the highest rank as a special advisor, with authority second only to mine. You will participate in all core discussions regarding the Avengers Initiative and will be the first Avenger. S.H.I.E.L.D. will provide you with all the resources and support you require. you with all the resources and support you require. Our collaboration officially begins. Fury's singular eye brimmed with sincerity. A pleasant cooperation, Director Fury. Lin Xiao remarked, fully aware that he had achieved his objective. Chapter 42, Black Widow. The mission concluded and the turmoil subsided. Lin Xiao declined Fury's offer of a luxurious suite aboard the aerial mothership, insisting on returning to his dilapidated foundry. In his own words, "A gilded nest or a silvery roost cannot compare to one's humble abode." Just as he prepared to depart, Natasha called out to him. "Hey." She approached Lin Xiao, today shedding her military attire for casual garb, exuding less of an agent's sharpness and more of a 5:18:03 woman's gentleness. "What is it, Ms. Natasha? Is there something else?" Lin Xiao inquired. "Thank you for today." She replied. "I owe you a life." "A life that is rather steep. I fear you may find it difficult to repay." Lin Xiao jested. "Currently, I cannot repay you, but I can treat you to dinner as a token of gratitude." Natasha smiled. "I know a restaurant in Washington that serves exceptional steak." "Very well." Lin Xiao conceded readily. In Washington, D.C., they found themselves at an inconspicuous Italian eatery. The restaurant's location was obscure, devoid of signage, and its decor was quaintly antiquated. Upon entering, Lin Xiao was met with an unexpected sight. Natasha was not clad in a dazzling evening gown, but rather in a simple beige cashmere sweater paired with jeans, her red hair casually tied back in a ponytail. As they savored their steaks and sipped wine, the atmosphere was far more relaxed and pleasant than Lin Xiao had anticipated. They conversed like ordinary friends, sharing their stories. Yet, it was predominantly Lin Xiao who spoke, with Natasha listening intently. Lin Xiao recounted amusing 5:19:05 anecdotes from his past life, subtly reframing them as his own experiences. His tales, a blend of truth and fiction, were imbued with a genuine yearning for freedom and a profound love for life. Natasha listened quietly, her beautiful green eyes fixed unblinking. She sensed that this man was unlike anyone she had ever encountered. He possessed a vibrancy of life she had never before witnessed. "What about you?" Lin Xiao queried, taking a sip of red wine. "Do you have any stories to share?" Natasha fell silent. Her own story? There was nothing in her past that could be recounted over a canapé at dinner. "I have nothing of interest to say." Natasha's gaze dimmed. "Is that so?" Lin Xiao observed her without pressing further. He was acutely aware of the harrowing experiences that had defined the Black Widow. Natasha, orphaned and raised by the Soviet secret organization known as the Red Room, had undergone brutal training in espionage and assassination. As an adult, she had become the Red Room's most elite operative, the Black Widow, executing countless assassination missions. Eventually, under Hawkeye, Clint 5:20:06 Barton's influence, she betrayed the Red Room and joined S.H.I.E.L.D. H i e l d. Yet, even now, she remained ensnared by her past until she and her sister Yelena dismantled the Red Room's base, liberating all controlled Black Widows and achieving her own redemption. Lin Xiao set down his finished knife and fork, drained the remaining red wine in his glass, and resolved to gently guide this red-haired beauty. In truth, everyone bears a ledger marked with indelible crimson. Natasha's pupils constricted slightly. Lin Xiao rose, dabbed his mouth with a napkin, and continued, "But the crux lies not in how to erase it, but in the color you choose to inscribe the subsequent chapters. Thank you for dinner, Ms. Natasha. The steak was exquisite." Lin Xiao turned to leave, leaving Natasha in contemplative silence. When Lin Xiao returned to his underground base, cleverly disguised as an abandoned foundry, the dawn had yet to break. No matter how opulent the suite aboard the aerial mothership, it could not compare to the security of the 5:21:06 steel sanctuary he had crafted with his own hands. He shed his coat, tossing it onto the sofa, poured himself a glass of ice water, and drank deeply. The icy liquid coursed down his throat, tempering the heated thoughts stirred by his conversation with Natasha. "Everyone's ledger bears some indelible crimson." He murmured, reflecting on his own words. This was not merely a message for Natasha, it was a reminder for himself. He was no saint, and in the chaotic times that loomed ahead, to survive and protect those he cherished, his hands would inevitably bear stains as well. He simply hoped that the chapters he penned in the future would be worthy of his conscience. At that moment, the main control screen of the base flickered to life, a blue halo representing the Pangaea supercomputer suddenly illuminating the room. An encrypted communication request unexpectedly appearing, the caller ID displaying only the visage of a one-eyed dragon. It was Nick Fury. Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow. What was the chief of agents doing awake at such an hour? He approached the control panel and pressed the answer key. However, the voice that resonated through the communicator was 5:22:08 unprecedentedly grave, laced with a hint of suppressed fury. "Lin Xiao, something has happened." Chapter 43, Thanos and Loki. Half a year ago, in the unfathomable depths of the cosmos, floated a throne constructed of unknown metals and jagged rocks. Upon this throne sat a figure of imposing stature, suffocatingly formidable. His purple skin was etched with deep lines, reminiscent of ancient inscriptions from the dawn of the universe, and his jawline was as resolute as a mountain range. He was Thanos, the Mad Titan, as he was dubbed by the denizens of the cosmos. Before him knelt a slender figure on one knee, his countenance betraying a hint of humility. Yet, beneath it simmered an uncontainable ambition and resentment. "Loki, so you desire a throne." A low, gravelly voice, as if capable of crushing stars, resonated within Loki's mind. This was not transmitted through the air, but rather a pure exertion of will. The being kneeling before Thanos was not Loki's true self, but a projection of energy. Even so, the pressure emanating from the apex of the cosmic food chain 5:23:10 left him trembling with trepidation. "Indeed, Great Titan." Loki endeavored to infuse reverence into his tone. "Midgard, that blue planet known as Earth, is weak, chaotic, yearning for dominion. They require a god to guide them toward true order." "Order?" Thanos' tone betrayed no emotion, but Loki sensed the surrounding void momentarily solidify. "My order is balance, and you, Loki, seek only power." "Power is the prerequisite for achieving all." Loki replied, raising his gaze. "I shall retrieve the Tesseract, that coveted blue gem you desire. In return, I require an army and a key potent enough to breach the planet's hardened exterior." Thanos did not respond immediately. His gaze seemed to penetrate Loki's energy projection, glimpsing the innermost desires buried within. Beneath the throne, a pallid, stooped figure emerged silently. The leader of the Chitauri, "The Other," hissed. "He is weak and incompetent, Great Master. He cannot even conquer his foolish brother." Loki's expression darkened at once. He clenched his fists but refrained from lashing out. "Yet, he 5:24:11 was aware of the Tesseract's hiding place." Thanos' voice resonated once more, this time tinged with a hint of intrigue towards Loki's proposition. "His veins coursed with the blood of Asgard. A male on potent enough to serve as an impeccable pretext for our intervention in the nine realms." Thanos' gaze shifted to The Other, commanding in a tone that brooked no dissent, "Present him with the scepter." The Other bowed respectfully, and from the shadows behind him, a uniquely fashioned scepter began to materialize. At its apex, a gem pulsating with an otherworldly glow was embedded, the Mind Stone. "This scepter not only grants access to Earth, but also empowers you to manipulate the thoughts of mere mortals." Thanos' voice carried a hint of amusement. "Go forth, Prince of Asgard, and utilize it to reclaim a world for yourself and for me." A flicker of ecstasy ignited in Loki's eyes as he reached out to grasp the scepter. Yet, just as it was on the verge of passing into his hands, Thanos' movement abruptly halted. The Mind Stone, upon encountering Loki's energy projection, flickered ominously, as if 5:25:12 disturbed by an unknown force. Thanos' brow furrowed slightly. His perception, capable of discerning the cosmos, had detected a faint, yet hauntingly familiar energy fluctuation that should not exist within this timeline. "A portent? An intriguing variable." Thanos mused quietly, a weighty seriousness emerging in his previously tranquil demeanor. He had presumed this operation against Earth would be a mere game, but it now appeared that this diminutive planet harbored secrets yet unseen by him. "Master?" The Other inquired, puzzled by Thanos' sudden silence. Thanos slowly retracted his hand, leaving the scepter suspended in midair. He extended a massive finger, gently tapping the Mind Stone. A resonant hum echoed as a power far greater and more malevolent surged from Thanos' fingertip into the gem. Instantly, the gem's light deepened, transforming into a chasm capable of devouring all consciousness. Subtle black veins flickered within the stone. "I have infused it with some energy." Thanos' voice returned. "It now allows you to exert enhanced control once, disregarding distance. Use it wisely." 5:26:14 Loki accepted it with reverence. "What of the army?" Loki inquired, voicing his most pressing concern. "The Other will muster the Chitauri forces for you." Thanos replied steadily. "As per our original plan, I shall provide you with a fleet." Thanos rose, his colossal form casting a shadow that enveloped the void. "I shall also send Ebony Maw and Black Dwarf alongside you, allegiance sufficient to raze Midgard. They will await at the stargate. Should the situation on that planet exceed my control, they will immediately engage, reclaiming the Mind Scepter and reducing all opposition, along with the planet itself, to cosmic dust." Loki's pupils constricted sharply. A fleet alone was capable of annihilating a planet. It was standard equipment for interstellar warfare aimed at subjugating lesser civilizations, not to mention the two infamous Black Order members. Each possessed the power to rule a planet independently, even contending with the Avengers directly. Their teamwork could obliterate entire star systems, rendering them indispensable war machines in Thanos' conquests. What could this Mad Titan possibly fear? "Go 5:27:16 forth." Thanos commanded, resuming his throne and waving his hand dismissively as if shooing away a fly. Do not disappoint me, or you shall learn that falling into the abyss is not the most excruciating fate. Loki's energy projection twisted and ultimately dispersed into motes of light within the void. Silence reclaimed the throne room. The other cautiously raised his head and asked, "Master, why go to such lengths? Is there truly a presence on that planet warranting your vigilance?" Thanos offered no reply, instead lifting his left hand slowly. On that hand, adorned with intricate patterns of power, was a golden, empty Infinity Gauntlet. His gaze fell upon the vacant sockets of the gauntlet, his expression deepening with contemplation. "I sense the flavor of destiny, a destiny poised for alteration." Time reverted to the present, deep within a clandestine S.H.I.E.L.D. base in New Mexico. A prism of rainbow light tore through the fabric of space, and a figure clad in a green cloak, wielding the scepter, silently emerged 5:28:16 into the laboratory housing the Tesseract. He gazed upon the blue glowing cube with a cold, cruel smile. "The performance is about to commence." Chapter 44, The Avengers Assemble. Inside a subterranean S.H.I.E.L.D. base, blaring alarms echoed through the corridors. "Doctor, the energy readings are spiraling out of control. Quickly, initiate the emergency cooling protocol." Scientists were in disarray within the laboratory. At the center, the Tesseract erupted with blinding blue energy, distorting the very air surrounding it. Hawkeye Barton and Black Widow Natasha stood guard at the entrance, their expressions grave. Suddenly, the Tesseract unleashed a surge of light that coalesced into a beam, violently striking the laboratory walls. An unstable portal tore open. A figure wielding the mind scepter, wearing a sinister grin, stepped through. It was Loki. "Don't move." Barton reacted instantly, aiming his bow at Loki. Natasha drew her twin guns, targeting the unwelcome intruder. Yet Loki paid no heed to their weapons. With 5:29:19 a mere wave of his scepter, an energy wave radiated outward. Barton and Natasha felt a sharp pain in their heads, their eyes glazing over as they relinquished their weapons and shuffled behind Loki like soulless marionettes. Loki smirked in satisfaction. Approaching the central table to retrieve the Tesseract contained within a briefcase. He then strode out of the chaotic facility, accompanied by the controlled Barton and Natasha, along with the similarly ensnared Doctor Selvig. "So it unfolds," Fury's voice sounded weary. "Loki, Thor's brother, has absconded with the Tesseract. He has also seized control of Barton and Romanoff." Lin Xiao's expression darkened. "Natasha too has been compromised." The narrative had veered off course due to his appearance. Natasha had not sought out the Hulk this time, but had instead stood guard over the Tesseract with Barton. Thus, he had saved Natasha, yet ensnared her in another peril. "What do you wish me to do?" Lin Xiao inquired. "The Avengers Initiative." Fury's voice was resolute. "I need you, Lin Xiao. I need you to bring the others into the fold." At that moment, a chilling system prompt echoed 5:30:20 in Lin Xiao's mind. Beep. New dimensional anchor point detected and activated. Location, New York, Manhat. Event, Battle of New York. Sign in task has commenced. Beep. Detected that the variables of this mission are exceedingly high. Completion will yield divine rewards. Finally, it has arrived. Lin Xiao inhaled deeply, suppressing his excitement. This marks the most significant event of the earlier phase. "Tony Stark, you share a close relationship with him," Fury remarked. "We need him." "I will go persuade him." Lin Xiao paused momentarily before continuing. "Leave Doctor Banner to me as well." Fury hesitated briefly before responding. "Very well." Ding. The host has proactively planned the Avengers recruitment strategy, resulting in a slight increase in narrative engagement. After hanging up on Fury, Lin Xiao immediately dialed Tony's encrypted communication line. "Hey, Lin, calling this late, what's the matter?" Tony's voice came through the communicator. Lin Xiao succinctly briefed him on the situation. "A god? All right, Lin, I'll join. But not for any nonsense Shield or 5:31:21 some boys club. I simply don't want my building to be demolished during an alien brawl. And I'm curious about that cosmic cube you mentioned," Tony said, gazing at the design schematics on the screen, which prominently displayed the words anti-Lin armor. With Tony on board, Lin Xiao then reached out to Doctor Banner, who was engaged in yoga. Meanwhile, Steve Rogers, the Captain America who had been frozen for 70 years, stood in a training room, furiously pummeling a punching bag. His fists moved with lightning speed, each strike bursting the bag and sending sand cascading to the floor. Yet, his expression was one of confusion and anguish. The world felt alien to him. Skyscrapers, aircraft, and those peculiar electronic devices made him feel like an antique discarded by time, utterly out of place. Nick Fury stood quietly at the doorway with a tablet in hand, observing him. "Did you sleep well, Captain?" Fury inquired after Steve obliterated the final punching bag. "I am not your soldier," Steve replied, wiping sweat with a towel, his tone somewhat brusque. "I know," Fury nodded, handing over the tablet. "But 5:32:23 this world needs you. It needs a hero." The video displayed Loki wreaking havoc on a helicarrier. "I thought after World War II, we wouldn't see such things again." Steve's gaze turned icy. "There are always madmen who wish to dominate the world," Fury replied solemnly. "70 years ago, you defeated Hydra and saved the world. Now, a new threat has emerged, one more powerful and perilous than Hydra." Fury handed Steve a classified document. "This contains information about the cosmic cube. It was stolen by a fellow named Loki. He intends to use it to open a gateway for an alien army to invade Earth." As Steve perused the document, his pupils dilated sharply upon seeing a familiar image of the blue cube. "We thought it had sunk to the ocean's depths," he murmured. "We were all mistaken." Fury shook his head. "Captain, I understand that you feel disoriented in this era. However, some things remain unchanged. For instance, freedom and resolve to protect it. The world needs you, Captain Rogers. We require you to don that suit once more, to fight again for the nation you once safeguarded with your life." Steve fell 5:33:24 silent, contemplating the document in his hands. He then looked up and stated, "That suit may be a tad outdated." Fury finally allowed a hint of a smile to emerge. Ding. The host has successfully persuaded Bruce Banner, significantly influencing key narrative characters, leading to a substantial increase in sign-in evaluation predictions. Narrative engagement has markedly increased. Current sign-in evaluation prediction, B. Chapter 45, Tracking and Pre-War Preparation. On the bridge of the helicarrier, the atmosphere was taut with tension. The founding members of the Avengers were gathered for the first time in earnest. Tony Stark, clad in an expensive casual suit, sat with arms crossed, legs casually draped over the table. Steve Rogers stood rigidly beside Nick Fury, embodying a pillar of resolve. Doctor Bruce Banner, wearing a slightly oversized purple shirt, was manipulating controls on a machine. "Hey, Lin, so this is your alliance?" Tony finally broke the silence. "I thought it was just the two of us. Why do we need an antique and a doctor?" His gaze landed last on Lin Xiao, who leaned 5:34:26 back in a chair, holding a cup of coffee procured from unknown origins. "That's enough, Stark," Steve interjected, furrowing his brow. "This isn't the time for jokes. We have more pressing matters at hand." "Oh, such as listening to this one-eyed man spin tales?" Tony retorted dismissively. "With all due respect, Captain, I find Shield itself far more suspicious than whatever Loki has planned." "All right, let us keep it brief," Fury interjected, rubbing his temples. He turned his attention to Doctor Banner, asking gravely, "Doctor, have we obtained any results?" All eyes turned to Banner, who pointed to a holographic world map where a red pulsated frantically in Stuttgart, Germany. "The cosmic cube is a clean energy source with minimal radiation signatures. However, Loki's scepter, used to open the portal, continuously emits weak but distinct gamma rays," Banner explained. "I've constructed a tracking model based on the decay pattern of these rays. It's right here, Stuttgart." Fury's one eye glinted with intensity. "What does he intend to do? Host a party in the city center?" 5:35:26 "Whatever his intentions, we must stop him," Steve asserted decisively. "I'll lead the team. Agent Coulson, you're with me. Stark, I still need you." "At your service, Captain," Tony shrugged. "And you, Lin?" Fury turned to Lin Xiao, who had remained unusually calm throughout. "I won't be going," Lin Xiao replied, setting down his coffee cup and shaking his head. Confusion rippled through the group. Lin Xiao smiled enigmatically. "Capturing Loki is merely a warm-up. You all will suffice. I have more critical matters to attend to." "More critical?" Tony frowned. Lin Xiao did not answer directly. "I need time to prepare for the impending war." Fury fell silent, recalling every prediction Lin Xiao had made previously. Perhaps he truly knew things yet unknown to them. Steve wanted to say more, but was halted by Fury's raised hand. "I understand," Fury nodded. "What do you require?" "Nothing at all," Lin Xiao stated. "Before I contact you again, do not let anyone disturb me." "Understood," Fury agreed without hesitation. "Hey, Lin," Tony protested. "What on Earth are you 5:36:27 up to?" Lin Xiao turned to Tony, revealing a mysterious smile. "When I return, I will have a surprise for you." With that, he disregarded the varied expressions of the others and strode confidently away, following A.S.H.I.E.L.D. agent towards the landing pad. Watching Lin Xiao depart, Steve's frown deepened. "Director Fury, are we just letting him go?" "We have no choice, Captain," Fury sighed. "We are in a cooperative relationship." He then turned to the command center, addressing everyone. "Captain Rogers, Agent Coulson, Stark, move out. Target, Stuttgart, Germany. Ensure that Loki and the Tesseract are returned together." In Stuttgart, Germany, an upscale charity gala unfolds in the plaza before the National Opera House. Elegantly attired gentlemen and socialites raise their champagne flutes engaging in lively conversation amidst the soothing strains of classical music creating an atmosphere of joyous revelry. However, this tranquility is abruptly shattered by a cacophony of blaring sirens and terrified screams. 5:37:27 Boom, a black police vehicle plummets from the sky like a crushed soda can crashing down upon the fountain at the plaza's center sending a spectacular spray of water into the air. Following this, a figure clad in a green cloak wielding a golden scepter descends from the night sky like a deity, Loki. He surveys the panicked mortals fleeing in all directions a cruel and disdainful smile spreading across his face. Simultaneously, several identical illusions of Loki materialize at various corners of the square blocking every avenue of escape. Kneel. Loki's voice, though not loud, carries an undeniable authority resonating in the ears of all present. The crowd involuntarily collapses to the ground trembling in fear. Excellent. Loki nods with satisfaction relishing the power he holds over these mortals. You were born this way, were you not? You crave servitude yearning to shed the burdens of freedom. You have created countless gods willingly surrendering your right to choose into our hands. He opens his arms wide resembling a monarch 5:38:27 delivering a grand address. Now, I, your god, have arrived. All that remains is for you to kneel. As the crowd succumbs to the terror conjured by Loki, an aged yet resolute voice pierces the oppressive silence. I shall not kneel before one such as you. From within the throng, a venerable elder rises slowly fearlessly meeting Loki's gaze his eyes devoid of fright only filled with profound disdain. Loki's smile falters astonished that a mortal would dare defy his will. One such as you. He strides towards the elder. The tip of his scepter beginning to radiate a perilous blue energy. There is no one like you in this world. I have seen many like you. The elder replies calmly. Look around you. Behold these cowardly mortals. Loki gestures with his scepter towards the kneeling crowd. Do you truly believe you are different from them? I am but a mortal. The elder shakes his head. But you are certainly not a god. Loki's fury ignites and he raises his scepter. A lethal beam of energy poised to be unleashed. At that critical moment, a resounding clang echoes. A circular object adorned in blue, white, and red 5:39:30 descends from the heavens like a meteor perfectly intercepting the elder and deflecting Loki's energy beam back towards him. Loki stumbles back astonished. As a man clad in a tight-fitting combat suit and wielding a star-spangled shield lands firmly before him. The last time I was in Germany, I encountered someone who sought to dominate all. Captain America, Steve Rogers, coldly gazes at Loki. In the end, we drove him away completely. Loki regards this unexpected intruder with disdainful laughter. The two engage in fierce combat Steve leveraging his super soldier strength and martial prowess to hold his own against the Asgardian god. Just as their battle intensifies, a red and gold streak reminiscent of a meteor plummets from the sky hovering elegantly before unleashing a repulsor blast directly into Loki's chest. Boom. Loki is forcefully propelled backward crashing heavily to the ground. Tony Stark aims all weapon systems at the rising Loki declaring, "Listen closely, horned one. The game is over. Now, relinquish your scepter and come with 5:40:30 us." Loki, unfazed by the two heroes before him or the Quinjet hovering above, reveals a peculiar smile. He slowly raises his hands allowing his scepter to clatter to the ground. I surrender. What? Both Tony and Steve are taken aback unable to fathom that this once mighty trickster would capitulate so readily. I said, "I surrender." Loki repeats his expression now tinged with a mischievous glint. Steve and Tony exchange wary glances each sensing the other's uncertainty. They approach and secure Loki with specially designed handcuffs escorting him onto the Quinjet. As the aircraft ascends heading towards the helicarrier, Loki sits firmly bound in his seat silently observing the Avengers around him with an amused curiosity as if they were mere playthings. Suddenly, a violent thunderclap reverberates outside the jet. The sky darkens ominously thick clouds swirling as powerful lightning bolts dance through the atmosphere. What is happening? The weather forecast didn't team mention a thunderstorm. Tony furrows his brow peering out at the unsettling scene. This is no ordinary 5:41:32 storm. Steve's expression turns grave. Before he can finish, a thunderous roar erupts from above the Quinjet. Boom. The entire aircraft shudders violently as if struck by an unseen force. The cabin door is wrenched open with tremendous force and a golden-haired behemoth clad in red bursts in wielding a hammer resembling a celestial being descended from the heavens. Loki, Thor, the god of thunder, has arrived. He seizes Loki by the collar disregarding the stunned onlookers and hurls him from the Quinjet vanishing into the clouds below. By the gods. Tony is the first to regain his composure. Who is that? That would be Loki's brother, Thor, the god of thunder. Coulson replies. Another god? Steve queries perplexed. What is this? A kidnapping? Whatever his intentions, he cannot take Loki. Tony's gaze sharpens. J A R V I S follow that golden-haired giant. Yes, sir. Tony leaps from the cabin plummeting toward the ground just as a red and gold suit streaks towards him enveloping him 5:42:32 instantly. This suit is an upgraded version of the Mark armor inspired by Lynn Shao's symbiotic transformations. The red and gold armor swiftly alters course darting after Thor's retreating figure. Stark, you need backup. Steve calls through the communicator. Not necessary, old ice pop. You just sit back and enjoy the show. Tony's voice rings out from a distance. Watch how I teach this ill-mannered god a lesson. This insufferable fool. Steve grits his teeth in frustration. He glances at Coulson who nods reassuringly. Grabbing a parachute pack, Steve leaps from the Quinjet without hesitation. In a forest somewhere in Norway, Thor slams Loki to the ground glaring down at him. What in the name of Asgard do you intend, Loki? Do you not comprehend the chaos you have wrought upon the nine realms? Chaos? Loki rose from the ground dusting off his attire and with a sardonic smile declared, "My dear brother, I am merely reclaiming what rightfully belongs to me. You have lost your mind." Thor retorted to which Loki passionately countered, "I am not mad. It is Odin who has gone mad. He has been deceiving us 5:43:33 all along." As the brothers engaged in a heated argument, a figure clad in red and gold descended from the heavens landing heavily before them. "Excuse me." Tony Stark exclaimed lifting his helmet and placing his hands on his hips. "Is this how you Asgardians greet one another? And you, the one wielding the hammer, does your mother know you've pilfered her curtains?" Thor furrowed his brow at the metallic man before him perplexed and inquired, "What manner of creature are you?" "I am Iron Man." Tony shrugged. "I recently became one of Earth's guardians. Now, hand over that antlered head. He must return with us to face judgment." "Loki is an Asgardian. His crimes should be judged by Asgard." Thor raised his hammer defiantly proclaiming, "Mortal, do not meddle in the affairs of gods." "Gods?" Tony scoffed. "To me, you appear merely as a large brute in costume wielding an oversized hammer." No sooner had he spoken than an energy cannon erupted from his palm. Thor swung his hammer effortlessly deflecting the attack. "You seek your own demise, mortal." Thor summoned lightning hurling it directly 5:44:34 at the armored man. "Sir, power level at 400%." Jarvis' voice resonated within the helmet. Tony raised his chin saying, "It seems we are on the right track, Jarvis." He unleashed three formidable energy blasts at Thor sending him sprawling backward. Seizing the advantage, Tony pursued Thor and soon the two figures were embroiled in a fierce clash within the forest. The energy blasts and missiles of Iron Man collided with Thor's lightning and hammer creating violent shock waves that severed trees in their wake. Just when it seemed neither would yield to the other, a shield adorned in blue, white, and red whistled through the air striking precisely between Thor's hammer and Tony's chest plate. The immense force sent both men reeling. Captain America, Steve Rogers, landed firmly between them. Cease at once. He commanded glaring at the two. We are allies, not enemies. Do you wish to eliminate one another before vanquishing the true foe? Tony and Thor halted gazing in astonishment at the unexpected peacemaker. Loki, perched on a nearby hill, watched with cold amusement a 5:45:36 smile twisting ever more sinister. Ultimately, under Steve Rogers' strong mediation, the absurdity of their divine skirmish was temporarily quelled. Tony Stark and Thor, both equally proud and powerful, begrudgingly agreed to escort Loki back to the S H I E L D helicarrier before deliberating their next course of action. Upon their return to the colossal airborne vessel, they were met with Nick Fury's countenance darker than the bottom of a pot. "Well done, everyone." Fury remarked. "We have brought Loki back, Director Fury." Steve stated solemnly. "Now, we should concentrate on deciphering his next move." "Indeed." Fury nodded then turned to Agent Hill beside him issuing orders to confine Loki within a specialized containment unit. Double the guards. No one is to approach. Yes, sir. Soon, Loki was escorted by several fully armed S H I E L D agents to the depths of the helicarrier. There, a transparent cylindrical prison crafted from a special alloy hung silently in midair. Below it lay an unfathomable abyss of 5:46:37 10,000 m. Should the emergency mechanism be activated, the entire prison would plummet freely from the helicarrier. As Loki entered the cell, he exhibited no fear. Rather, he surveyed his surroundings with the intrigue of one exploring their own bedroom. "What a splendid cage." He remarked to the surveillance camera a playful smile gracing his lips. "However, I suspect it cannot hold me. You might want to worry about yourself first." Fury's voice echoed through the intercom. Loki ceased his speech gracefully positioned himself at the center of the prison, closed his eyes, and began to meditate. In the command center of the bridge, the Avengers once more gathered, yet the atmosphere was markedly more unsettling than before. Tony Stark busily tapped away at a transparent tablet he had brought, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. Dr. Banner stood beside Loki's scepter, meticulously analyzing its energy composition. He operated various instruments with care, the malevolent energy emanating from the scepter making him uneasy. Thor, resembling a statue, crossed his arms and stood before the prison surveillance 5:47:38 screen, fixated on his brother. "Fury, now that we have captured him, it is time for you to provide me with the research data on your cosmic cube," Tony interjected suddenly. Fury gestured for his staff to relay the information to Tony. After perusing the documents, Tony erupted with a derisive laugh. He projected the contents of his tablet onto the command center's main screen. On display were a series of documents marked as top secret, their title boldly proclaiming "Phase Two Weapon Development Plan." Each weapon design was unmistakably based on the energy technology derived from the cosmic cube. "Fury," Tony demanded, "what kind of rubbish have you given me?" "These were what I found after breaching your firewall. Your documents did not contain these. You better have a good explanation." Fury had not anticipated that the federal government's most advanced firewall would crumble so easily before Tony. "Stark, I doubt you would share your armor secrets with anyone either," Fury retorted defiantly. "Moreover, these weapons are our trump cards. Since Thor brought his iron toy, the Destroyer, to Earth, we have recognized a grave reality. We are not 5:48:40 the only intelligent life in the universe, and it seems our neighbors are not entirely friendly." His gaze shifted to Thor. "If one alien can wreak such havoc on Earth, what if an entire army arrives? What shall we use to defend ourselves? Rely on you? A group of heroes who cannot even manage themselves? Tony, if you join us, join us. H I E L D. I will provide you with all the data free of charge." Tony could not contain his laughter. "Ha, do you truly think I am a child? I enter for Lynn's sake. What do you think you are? To me, you are merely a bunch of cos-playing enthusiasts, and what you rely on is nothing but a heap of scrap metal. My power will only be used to protect the peace of Asgard and the nine realms. And you, a mere mortal, dare to challenge me? Where is Lynn? Bring him to me." Thor's fury escalated as he rebuked their exchange. "Is that so?" Fury scoffed. "Then what of your brother, who delights in causing trouble wherever he goes?" "You!" Thor stammered in rage. "Enough." Steve once again stepped forward in an attempt to quell the escalating altercation, asserting 5:49:40 that we must unite against our common foes rather than indulge in mutual accusations. "Unite?" Tony scoffed. "With a deceitful master of espionage? With an extraterrestrial who might crush us at any moment?" "Everyone, please calm down." Dr. Banner sensed the tension in the air and endeavored to ease the discord among them. The device given to him by Lynn Shao emitted a series of urgent beeps. His heart rate was spiraling out of control, prompting Banner to focus and manage his mental strain. The atmosphere in the command center plummeted to a freezing point. The Avengers, these heralded guardians of Earth, found themselves embroiled in fierce internal strife during their inaugural assembly, driven by suspicion, falsehoods, and a profound lack of trust. No one noticed the golden scepter resting quietly in the laboratory, its mind stone emanating an increasingly sinister glow. An invisible energy, saturated with negativity, silently enveloped the entire aerial mothership, amplifying the doubts, anger, fear, and arrogance harbored within each individual. Meanwhile, Loki, confined in 5:50:41 his prison, wore a smile that grew ever more frigid and self-satisfied. "Stark, you wretched creature." Thor could no longer contain himself, swinging Mjolnir towards Tony. Tony, quick to react, donned the Mark VII armor in an instant, retaliating with an energy blast. "Come on, you overgrown muscle head." Seeing this, Steve immediately raised his shield and charged forward, attempting to separate the two. "Stop this at once." Yet the two, blinded by rage, paid no heed to his plea. Thor's hammer and Tony's energy blast even diverted towards Steve. A loud crash followed as Banner was inadvertently struck by Thor's elbow, sending him sprawling into a heap of equipment. Banner could no longer restrain himself. With a thunderous roar, his body expanded at a visible rate, his skin turning a furious shade of green. The rational scientist vanished, replaced by the embodiment of pure rage, Hulk. Hulk smashed a nearby control panel into smithereens before charging, red-eyed, towards the nearest target, Thor. The room erupted into chaos as the battle spilled outside, 5:51:43 transforming the entire mothership into a chaotic arena. S H I E L D agents fled in terror, while the command system collapsed under the turmoil. Fury's face turned ashen as he shouted into the communicator, "Hill, regain control. Now." However, before his words could settle, a violent explosion reverberated from the mothership's flank. The entire vessel shook violently, tilting precariously. "Engine three is under attack. We're going down." Agent Hill's anxious voice crackled through the communicator. "It's Barton and Natasha. They were leading a small team in an external assault on the mothership." Internal strife and external threats. Fury bellowed, "Quick, inform Lynn Shao." "No need, Director. I'm already here." Lynn Shao, prepared in his symbiote suit, soared onto the mothership, initially intending to thwart Hawkeye and Black Widow's assault, yet he never anticipated the situation would escalate to such a degree. "Hey, can you all pause for a moment?" Lynn Shao's voice, though not loud, carried an undeniable authority. 5:52:44 However, the four, engulfed by rage and Loki's psychic energy, were impervious to any counsel. With a furious roar, Hulk's colossal fist disregarded Lynn Shao entirely and crashed towards Thor. Thor raised his hammer in defense, the immense shockwave sending nearby equipment flying. "Lynn, don't interfere." Thor shouted, solely intent on delivering a sound lesson to these oblivious mortals. "I'll give you a taste of Earth's specialties." The micro-missile launcher on Tony's shoulder opened, unleashing a barrage at Thor. "Stop this now." Steve hurled his shield with great force towards Tony, attempting to quell the insurrection and educate the silver-tongued playboy in the process. "Sir, anomalous energy fluctuations detected. The erratic behavior of the individuals appears correlated with this energy," came the cold voice of Peng Yu. It seemed that a peaceful resolution was beyond reach. Lynn Shao sighed. "Since they cannot comprehend reason, I shall resort to a different approach. Peng Yu, analyze the energy. I will handle them." Chapter 48: One Confronts Four Heroes. "Since you cannot understand reason, I shall employ 5:53:46 an alternative strategy." No sooner had he spoken than Lynn Shao vanished from sight. In the next instant, he appeared like a specter behind the Hulk, his symbiote armor, interwoven with pearlescent white and dark blue patterns, enveloping him entirely. With a clenched fist, he struck directly at the Hulk's unprotected back. This punch harnessed the full kinetic energy of the armor. A thunderous sound reverberated as if the very air had been compressed. The Hulk's massive form stiffened. A furious roar caught in his throat before he was propelled like a cannonball. He smashed through the command center's walls, then another, and yet another, as the metallic walls crumbled like paper, ultimately vanishing into the depths of the ship amidst a cacophony of thunderous impacts, his fate uncertain. The entire bridge fell silent. Tony's energy blast hung in midair, and Steve's forward momentum came to a halt. "What incredible power." The silence shattered with an exuberant shout as Thor, far from being frightened, was invigorated, gazing at Lynn Shao with eyes flashing with lightning. "Lynn, you are even stronger than last time. Come, let us 5:54:48 have a proper fight." No sooner had he spoken than he charged forward, Mjolnir in hand, conjuring winds and serpents of electricity. Lynn Shao side-stepped the weighty blow. "Everyone, cease this at once." Steve's shield whistled through the air, yet amplified by the psychic energy, Captain America, consumed by a singular focus on halting the chaos, redirected his attention towards Lynn Shao, the mightiest in the arena. He launched forward with agility. Lynn Shao's energy wings unfurled dramatically, propelling him upward and evading Steve's grasp. "J A R V I S, activate the anti-Lynn armor." Tony's voice emerged from within his visor. "Yes, sir. The anti-Lynn armor will arrive in 10 seconds. 10 9 1." Just as he finished speaking, the armor plating above the bridge was violently breached, and a more menacing external armor descended with precision, enveloping Tony's suit. The crimson exterior of the armor assembled rapidly, exposing blue circuits that emitted a dangerous hum, while two massive cannon-like apertures at the back gradually opened, exuding 5:55:49 raw power. "Oh, what is this?" Lynn Shao inquired, a hint of confusion in his tone. "This was inspired by my last encounter with Ivan, but it is far more than just that." Tony replied with pride from within his helmet. No sooner had he spoken than the exaggerated cannons behind him aimed at Lynn Shao, unleashing an invisible assault. There were no beams, no physical form, only a peculiar distortion in the air. Lynn Shao's movement faltered as the energy patterns on his symbiote armor began to flicker erratically, teetering on the brink of detachment. "This is a weapon I specifically designed to counter you. This time, I will bring you down." Tony boasted triumphantly. "Impressive," Lynn Shao remarked, intrigued. "Peng Yu?" "Yes, sir." "Analyzing the frequency," Peng Yu's voice responded. However, Steve's silhouette surged forward, propelled by a fierce wind. Lynn Shao felt a chill run through him, necessitating a hasty response. Each strike from Steve, his fists, elbows, and knees, was executed with a simplicity and efficiency that targeted the vital points. Deprived of most 5:56:50 functions provided by his symbiote, Lynn Shao could only rely on his own physical prowess and the armor's physical defenses to endure. Bang. Bang. Bang. Despite the enhancement of his physical condition, Lin Xiao's lack of combat skills forced him to retreat repeatedly under the relentless assault. Meanwhile, Steve was increasingly astonished. What physical prowess? Could it be he has also undergone serum enhancement? Analysis progress, 35. Thor swung his hammer once more, aiming a horizontal strike at Lin Xiao. A pincer attack. Analysis progress, 68. Lin Xiao summoned strength from his core, executing an extreme backward lean to evade the hammer of the Thunder God. He then pushed off the deck with his right foot, sliding back several meters just in time to narrowly avoid a follow-up flying kick from Steve. Analysis progress, 84. The onslaught from Steve and Thor descended like a torrential storm. Lin Xiao found himself entirely on the defensive, struggling to cope with the dual barrage. Left in a state of disarray, observing from the sidelines, Tony was utterly bewildered. Impossible. 5:57:52 He was definitely an ordinary person when we were captured together. Physical enhancement? Serum? What on earth has he undergone? Analysis progress, 100. Sir, you may construct a barrier using divine power to isolate yourself. It is time to counterattack. As Peng as voice faded, a layer of soft golden luminescent suddenly emerged from Lin Xiao's surface, adhering to the symbiote armor like a second skin, forming an indomitable shield. The sonic waves crashed against it, merely creating ripples, unable to budge it in the slightest. What is this? Tony was filled with confusion. Beside him, Thor's expression was one of sheer shock. Divine power? Lin Xiao clenched his fist, feeling the return of strength. Now, it is my turn. The blue patterns on the symbiote armor glowed brilliantly, instantly entering the lightning overload mode. Dazzling arcs of electricity danced chaotically over his form. As his power and speed surged dramatically, he kicked toward Thor, the immense force sending him hurtling back, carving a deep trench across the deck. With a swift motion, he sent Steve 5:58:52 flying along with his shield. Immediately after, he raised his hand, unleashing two robust bolts of lightning aimed directly at Tony. Haha, bring it on. Tony laughed. And as the laser made contact with his body, the exposed blue circuitry of the anti-Lin armor lit up, absorbing the entire bolt of lightning. More hammers, please. Tony shouted. Just as Thor regained his footing, he raised his hammer, summoning an even more ferocious thunder strike that struck Tony squarely. Warning, energy overload at 12,000. The reactor is nearing critical levels. Jarvis announced. Then fire. The arc reactor in Tony's chest erupted with unprecedented brilliance. Releasing a pure white energy beam 10 times thicker than before, channeling Lin Xiao's lightning and Thor's divine thunder, rending the air and instantly engulfing Lin Xiao's figure. A blinding flash of white light and a cloud of explosive smoke obscured everything. In the haze, there was an eerie silence. Did we take him down? Tony gasped. Thor and Steve exchanged puzzled glances, staring at the thick smoke. Just then, an 5:59:54 indescribable aura of dread emanated from the heart of the smoke. The fog was violently pushed aside by an unseen force, revealing a figure at its center. Lin Xiao hovered silently in midair. The symbiote, now transformed with divine gold, shimmered with green, blue, and golden hues, forming a layer of constantly swirling energy flames on his surface. A perfect manifestation of the three powers intertwined. Is this truly divine power? Even more pure than my father's? Thor exclaimed in disbelief. All present experienced a moment of paralysis. Roar! At that instant, an incredibly furious roar erupted from the breach in the ship's hull, shattering the stalemate. The Hulk, wreathed in smoke, emerged bearing wounds and an even more ferocious demeanor. Leaping into action, his massive form soared high, delivering a devastating punch aimed at Lin Xiao. Observing this, Thor hurled his hammer, transforming into a flash of silver lightning. Tony gathered energy anew, firing three energy blasts that tore through the air, striking their mark with precision. Boom. Boom. 6:00:56 Boom. A series of explosions erupted on Lin Xiao, the scorching smoke and shock waves instantly consuming the ground beneath him. Jarvis, report damage assessment. Tony panted. Sir, target's life signs remain unchanged. As the smoke dissipated, Lin Xiao remained unscathed, extending his left hand, fingers splayed, precisely catching the thundering hammer of Thor. The artifact, bestowed by the Allfather Odin and imbued with the power of the planet's core, halted completely upon contact with Lin Xiao's palm. At the same moment, Lin Xiao's right hand met the Hulk's gargantuan fist. The disparity in size was stark as their fists collided midair. Thud. A dull sound reverberated, followed by a visibly tangible shockwave that erupted from the two, sending metal debris flying across the deck. The Hulk, realizing Lin Xiao remained unmoved, felt his anger surge. His muscles tensed, and the specialized deck beneath him buckled under his weight, creating a deep dent. The immense force caused the already tilted mothership to sway violently as he roared, channeling all 6:01:58 his strength into another assault. Lin Xiao flung the hammer aside, pivoting to deliver a punch of his own, the three colors intertwining as their fists clashed. The Hulk's massive form was instantaneously lifted from the ground, arcing through the air in a green parabola, crashing through the opposite side of the bridge, vanishing from sight once more. Silence reigned. The entire bridge, save for the crackling sparks from damaged equipment, echoed with an eerie stillness. Chapter 49, aftermath. Silence. The entire bridge, save for the crackling sparks from damaged equipment, echoed with an eerie stillness. What manner of monster is this? This thought flashed simultaneously in the minds of the Avengers present. Sir, energy analysis is complete. Peng as voice resonated in Lin Xiao's mind, identifying the source of the negative mental energy released by Loki's scepter, which amplifies the negative emotions and obsessions within living beings. The energy frequency has been locked. You may utilize divine power for a wide area countermeasure to neutralize its effects. Then let us commence. As 6:02:58 Lin Xiao's words fell, the swirling golden divine energy flames enveloping him surged outward. A gentle ring of golden ripples silently swept across the entire bridge. Time rewound to the onset of the internal strife. Enemy attack. Repeat, we are under attack. Right wing engine three has exploded. We are losing altitude. Left wing engine two has also exploded. The bridge's communication system is down. Unable to contact other departments. The command center of the aerial mothership was chaos. An ear-piercing alarm blaring alongside agents' frantic shouts and the groans of the ship's structure under immense strain, weaving a symphony of doom. Steady. Everyone, hold steady. Nick Fury had escaped the battle scene, rushing toward the main console amid the violent shuddering, bellowing as he attempted to regain control. Hill, switch to backup power immediately. Restart the engines. By any means necessary, we must get this ship airborne again. Attempting, sir, but the attack continues. Before he could finish, another violent explosion rocked the ship. Sir, Natasha and Barton 6:04:00 have reached the holding cell, and the scepter has been retrieved. Damn it. Within the internal corridors of the sky mothership, alarm lights flickered maniacally, casting an eerie red glow upon Natasha's expressionless face. Her gaze was hollow, yet her actions were precise and lethal, akin to a programmed machine of destruction. Silently dispatching every S. H. I. E. L. D. agent that dared to obstruct her path. Her objective was clear, the confinement chamber, to liberate Loki and fulfill the command bestowed by her new master. Trailing behind her was the equally controlled Barton, wielding both the mind stone scepter and the Tesseract. Upon freeing Loki, he acquired the scepter and the Tesseract. Just as Coulson attempted to intervene, poised to be slain, an unexpected surge of divine energy liberated Natasha and Barton from their control. Within the chamber lay her new master, Loki. Following closely, Hawkeye Barton mirrored her expressionless demeanor, clutching a silver briefcase containing the Tesseract, while his other hand gripped the scepter radiating with 6:05:02 alternating luminescence. With a click, the force field shielding the confinement chamber dissipated. Loki stepped leisurely from his glass prison, arms outstretched, a sickly satisfied smile adorning his face. Well done, my faithful servants. He remarked as he received the scepter from Barton, its gem glowing in harmony with the malevolent light in his eyes. At that moment, a figure obstructed their path. Loki! Coulson shouted, brandishing a uniquely designed energy weapon. Aiming at Loki. Drop the scepter and the Tesseract. Loki let out a derisive laugh, as if he had heard the most absurd joke. You, a mere mortal, dare to command me? He toyed with the scepter, advancing slowly. He abruptly pointed the scepter at Coulson, its tip gathering lethal energy, poised to unleash a deadly beam. Coulson's pupils dilated. He understood he could not evade it. In that critical instant, a gentle golden ripple unexpectedly surged forth from the depths of the corridor, sweeping over Natasha and Barton. The two jolted as if the strings of their puppet-like existence had been severed. 6:06:03 The emptiness in Natasha's eyes was swiftly replaced by a torrent of shock and confusion as she beheld her raised hand, then glanced at her fallen colleague nearby, her complexion paling. Barton shook his head, the briefcase clattering to the ground as he surveyed the scene with a mind in turmoil. Loki's smile froze. He could distinctly sense an unfamiliar divine power erasing the residual marks on their minds. Furrowing his brow, he realized that while he had not deepened their imprint during his captivity, not everyone could be easily freed, especially not by a force so pure it was terrifying. He cast a glance at the Tesseract lying on the ground, then at the now conscious Natasha and Barton, decisively striking the ground with the scepter. A portal materialized out of thin air. Consider yourself fortunate. Loki addressed Coulson before stepping into the portal and vanishing without a trace. Coulson exhaled deeply, beads of cold sweat dotting his forehead. He lowered his weapon, greeting his recently awakened colleagues with, "Welcome back. What was I just doing?" Steve was the first to regain his senses, looking down at his hands, and 6:07:05 then at the chaotic bridge and the colleague he had attacked, his face etched with remorse and guilt. "Jarvis, analyze the physiological data and the footage from before the fight. Someone is meddling." Tony's voice cut through the tension. His brow furrowed. Thor shook his head as the frenzy that had compelled him to fight dissipated, retracting his hammer and rising. In the distance, the Hulk gradually shrank, revealing the form of Dr. Banner. Thor's expression turned grave. "Our emotions felt as though they were being manipulated by some external force." "It was Loki's scepter." Lin Shao interjected. "He wanted us to turn on each other." Tony and Steve exchanged glances, a wave of dread washing over them. "Well, it's good that everyone is back to their senses." Lin Shao's figure descended slowly, the tricolor divine light retracting into his form, revealing his armor interwoven with pearlescent white and dark blue patterns. Fatigue evident on his face, clearly having expended considerable energy. "We need to commence the cleanup, Captain." Lin Shao stated, looking toward Steve. "Ding. Host successfully thwarted Loki's scheme, 6:08:06 advancing critical plot. Sign-in evaluation prediction significantly enhanced." "Plot involvement significantly elevated. Current sign-in evaluation prediction S. Chapter 50, revenge. Stark, what's the status?" Steve shouted into the communicator, straining against a massive piece of metal debris hurtling toward several agents as he used his shield to push it aside. "The situation is dire." Tony's voice crackled through the communicator, accompanied by the sound of fierce winds. "The turbine fan of engine three has been destroyed. Debris is jamming the rotation shaft. We need to manually restart it, or this ship will become a submarine." "The turbine fan of engine three is wrecked, and debris is jammed in the rotation shaft. I need to get in there and fix it manually." "Are you insane? It's like a meat grinder in there." "Better than all of us turning into ground beef." Tony's thrusters ignited, propelling him toward the gaping hole emitting thick black smoke and electric sparks. "I need someone outside to help me pull the main brake lever. Otherwise, the debris will grind me and the engine together." 6:09:07 Without hesitation, Steve dashed toward the wing's edge. "Tell me what to do." Meanwhile, engine four was equally precarious. The enormous turbine blades were askew, wedged on the base. "I'll handle it." Thor bellowed, swinging Mjolnir, crackling with electricity, and smashed it back into place. "No." Lin Shao urgently raised his hand to stop him. "Is this how you repair things?" "Sir, preliminary analysis indicates the explosion caused an energy overload, leading to structural distortion." Pengu's electronic voice chimed in. After observing for a moment, Lin Shao precisely channeled energy into the engine core. The previously chaotic energy flow stabilized rapidly. The engine's anguished wail subsided, replaced by a deep, powerful rumble. Almost simultaneously, a thunderous sound erupted from engine three. With the successive reboots of the main engines, the Sky Mother Ship's descent was finally arrested. The massive hull traced a perilous arc in the air before gradually stabilizing its posture and ascending once more. The members of the Avengers gathered on the bridge, where Fury had long been waiting. The bridge 6:10:08 was enveloped in a deathly silence. The acrid scent of charred materials mingling with the acrid odor of twisted metal permeating the air. Natasha bowed her head, methodically polishing her Glock pistol, her movements mechanical and cold, as if attempting to wipe away the uncontrollable memories. Barton stared blankly at his hands, which had only moments ago been aimed at his comrades, now seemingly stained with an indelible taint. Steve exchanged a glance with Tony, and Tony glanced at Thor. After enduring a shared crisis, past divides and prejudices faded into insignificance. "Where's Loki?" Steve's voice shattered the silence, his fists clenched, knuckles whitening from the strain. Fury's solitary eye scanned the group, his tone grave. "He escaped with the scepter and the Tesseract." "Your brother." Tony's voice resonated clearly in the vastness of the bridge. "Clearly holds our mortal lives in utter disregard." No sooner had he spoken than cold glares from either side were instantly fixed upon Thor. "Adopted son." "He is an adopted son." "In any case, he is not my biological child. Do 6:11:09 not conflate me with him." Thor hastily gestured, his voice filled with urgency. Natasha enunciated each word with precision. "I will make him pay the price." "Count me in." Barton's voice was hoarse as he redirected his gaze toward Natasha. "He owes me. I must reclaim what is mine." Steve stepped forward, declaring, "Also count me in." Tony shrugged nonchalantly. "I suppose you all will require some high-tech expertise." Fury surveyed the makeshift, discordant assembly before him, and at that moment, they finally shared a common objective, stating, "It appears we have reached a consensus. Let us commence our vengeance. Chapter 51, the battlefield. New York, Manhattan. Once the epicenter of global finance, it now lay shrouded in an apocalyptic panic. Atop Stark Tower, the Tesseract erupted within an apparatus constructed by Dr. Selvig, unleashing an unprecedented blue beam that soared into the heavens. The sky appeared to rend open, revealing a vast, dark, abyss-like wormhole, slowly widening as if to usher forth a gateway to hell. Boom. The first Chitauri craft 6:12:11 surged forth from the wormhole like a swarm of locusts. Its menacing metallic shell and inorganic blue energy core heralding a war that transcended the mortal realm. Following closely were the second and third vessels. And soon hundreds upon thousands of crafts and transports poured into New York. They unleashed torrents of energy beams indiscriminately, shattering glass facades of skyscrapers into scintillating shards while vehicles on the streets were obliterated into smoldering wreckage. The anguished screams of civilians were drowned out by the cacophony of explosions, forcing them to scatter in terror amid the flames. A handful of police officers took cover behind their vehicles, futilely returning fire with handguns. Bullets ricocheted off the armor of Chitauri soldiers, sparking only insignificant embers. One officer, gazing at his empty magazine and then at the seemingly endless host of enemies above, was left with a pallid expression. Despair was rapidly consuming the city at an alarming rate. At that moment, a red and gold figure cleaved through the chaos like a rapier. "Has the party begun? It seems I am not 6:13:13 late." Tony unleashed a barrage from his energy cannons, expertly reducing several attacking crafts to mere fragments. "J A R V I S, connect me to all public channels and instruct them to flee south. Quickly." As Tony fought, he issued commands. Almost immediately, a massive bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, striking a colossal Chitauri Leviathan warship with a resounding crash. The ship emitted a pained roar, its armored exterior crackling with electricity. "Ugly monster, taste the wrath of Asgard." Thor hovered in the air, wielding Mjolnir and summoning thunder. Below, Captain America piloted the Quinjet into the fray, joining the battle. His shield became a deadly disc, each throw precisely severing the necks of several Chitauri soldiers or disarming them of their energy rifles. However, their rate of slaughter could not keep pace with the relentless tide of enemies emerging. Atop Stark Tower, Loki, brandishing his scepter, looked down upon the chaos and destruction he had orchestrated, a sickly, pleased smile adorning his face. He reveled in 6:14:14 the futile struggles of the three heroes, as if witnessing a farcical play. "My foolish brother." He scoffed, shaking his head with derision. "Fighting for these ants, giving it your all, only to watch them perish one by one. Brother, do take a good look." Loki spread his arms wide, as if embracing his kingdom, heralding the dawn of a new era. With that, he left only Dr. Selvig behind, taking his scepter and departing in a craft. A transport vessel forcefully landed, its hatch opening to reveal a squad of Chitauri soldiers rushing toward a half-destroyed pastry shop, where several terrified civilians screamed in despair. "Hey, alien grotesques, look over here." Steve shouted, hurling his shield with vigor. The shield spun and cleaved through several soldiers, ricocheting off a wall before deathly returning to his grasp. Yet, more adversaries had already aimed their weapons at him. At that moment, a red and gold figure descended from the skies, unleashing a barrage of energy blasts that instantly cleared the soldiers from the scene. "Cap, you need to be more cautious. Stop trying to steal the spotlight." Tony quipped from 6:15:16 his aerial position. Steve ignored his banter, fixated on the expanding wormhole above, his brow furrowed in concern. "Fury, what is the situation?" Steve inquired, slightly out of breath, into his communicator. "Very dire." Fury's voice crackled from the Helicarrier. "The number of Chitauri far exceeds our estimates. We have little time left." Tony shouted while dodging a hail of energy blasts. "These guys are relentless. We can't hold them off." He spoke the truth. The Chitauri forces seemed inexhaustible. They would obliterate one wave only for another to emerge from the wormhole. Although the Avengers were formidable, their stamina was ultimately finite. Suddenly, Lin Shao's voice echoed through all communication channels. "Do not worry, everyone. I am prepared." "Prepared?" Steve blinked in confusion. "What preparation?" "Look up." Everyone, including the civilians fleeing below, instinctively raised their gaze. In the chaotic sky, 10 pearl white ships, embodying futuristic technological aesthetics, approached. They resembled miniature versions of S.H.I.E.L.D. 6:16:18 Helicarrier, yet were distinctly different. They formed a semicircular formation around the portal as a new wave of Chitauri forces arrived. Countless turrets on the 10 ships opened simultaneously. In the next heartbeat, a torrent of blue energy beams cascaded down like a torrential rain. Strands of blue death rays intertwined in the sky, forming an impenetrable net of firepower that accurately enveloped the Chitauri vanguard emerging from the wormhole. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. The sky erupted with a myriad of brilliant fireworks. The The crafts, under the saturation assault from the fleet, crumbled as if made of paper, exploding in droves. A single volley cleared a vast expanse around the wormhole's entrance. The Chitauri reinforcements, initially poised to wreak havoc over the city, were forcibly repelled by this overwhelming firepower. What is this? Fury exclaimed aboard the helicarrier, staring in astonishment at the unfamiliar fleet appearing on the radar. A minor enhancement to your helicarrier, Lin Xiao replied with a smirk. What do you think, Director Fury? Much more 6:17:20 aesthetically pleasing than your clunky behemoth, wouldn't you agree? My heavens, a fleeing civilian halted, murmuring in disbelief. Are we safe? The Avengers were equally astonished. Now, isn't the pressure significantly alleviated? Lin Xiao's voice resonated once more. A white figure, bathed in golden divine light, descended gracefully amidst the Avengers. It was Lin Xiao, clad in a symbiote. Ding. The host has provided substantial assistance to the plot, significantly enhancing the projected evaluation for signing in. Participation in the plot has dramatically increased. Current projected evaluation for signing in SS. Chapter 52, seizing the scepter. Captain, it's your turn to devise the combat strategy. Lin Xiao's words snapped Steve from his stupor. Attention, everyone. Steve's voice resonated through the communication channel, reaching the ears of every Avenger with clarity. Lin Xiao, Tony, Thor, the skies are entrusted to you. Bring those behemoths down. Do not allow them to breach the city. Three silhouettes, one white, one red, and one 6:18:21 silver, plunged into the ranks of the Chitauri aerial forces like three of the sharpest blades. Lin Xiao's triphase energy cannon was precise and efficient, each shot creating a gaping hole in the heavily armored Leviathan beasts. Meanwhile, Tony's lasers and missiles were tasked with eliminating the agile smaller aircraft. Thor's lightning served as the most terrifying aerial attack, reducing swaths of enemies to charred remains with each strike. Under their command, the firepower of the 10 Guardian battleships became increasingly accurate. They ceased their indiscriminate bombardment and instead executed a flawless tactical synergy with the trio, effectively suppressing the Chitauri's aerial advantage near the portal. Barton, Steve continued, you head to the rooftop. Utilize the high ground to provide us with fire support and battlefield intelligence. Relay all enemy movements to me. Leave it to us. Natasha and Barton exchanged knowing glances. Their agile forms swiftly ascending a nearby skyscraper with grappling hooks. Barton's arrows flew with the precision of venomous serpents. 6:19:22 Each one piercing the skull of a Chitauri soldier with deadly accuracy. Natasha, wielding a Chitauri energy rifle, calmly fired single shots while maintaining a comprehensive view of the battlefield dynamics. Dr. Banner, Steve's gaze finally landed on the hulking green figure that had just jumped from the aircraft. Make it count. A grin spread across Hulk's face as he charged forth like an uncontrollable green tank, smashing one of the colossal Leviathan ships with a single punch. Natasha, join me on the rooftop to shut down the portal. The battle erupted in full force. Manhattan transformed into a colossal meat grinder, a chaotic symphony of explosions, gunfire, roars, and screams blending into an apocalyptic orchestration. Captain America, Steve, and Black Widow, Natasha, reached the rooftop, where they discovered the weakened and uncontrolled Dr. Selvig. They attempted to disable the portal, but an energy barrier prevented them from approaching the Tesseract. Doctor, how do we shut it down? Natasha inquired loudly. The scepter, Doctor. Selvig pointed to Loki's mind scepter. Energy 6:20:23 is conserved. The scepter's energy can close the portal created by the cube. Find that scepter, the one in Loki's possession. Captain America shouted over the public channel. Upon arriving on the battlefield, Lin Xiao had been searching for Loki, but for some unknown reason, Loki was exceedingly cautious, completely masking his energy signature, forcing Lin Xiao to rely solely on his vision to locate him. Pengu, have you found him yet? Sir, I am currently searching and have identified a target. Location has been marked. Just as Pengu's voice faded, a red marker locked onto a location within an opera house on Lin Xiao's suit's retinal display. In the next moment, two pairs of energy wings behind him unfurled with sudden force, blue flames bursting forth. With a thunderous boom, the white symbiotic armor transformed into a streak of light, swiftly traversing several blocks. Loki was reveling in the thrill of dominion, immersed in the terror and screams of mortals. Feel this despair, Midgard's ants. I am your destined king. I must say, do you have a misunderstanding of the term king? Loki 6:21:24 froze, abruptly turning around. Who are you? A flicker of weariness crossed Loki's eyes, but it was overshadowed by the arrogance befitting a god. Another mortal come to meet their doom. Mortal? Lin Xiao chuckled. I am merely here to help correct your distorted worldview. Arrogant, Loki bellowed. The mind stone atop his scepter glowing intensely as dozens of identical phantoms sprang forth, launching toward Lin Xiao from all directions. In Loki's astonished gaze, Lin Xiao's figure wove through his illusionary army like a specter, seizing him by the throat. A god? Lin Xiao hoisted him effortlessly, while his other hand snatched the tightly gripped scepter away. With a resounding crash, he slammed Loki's head against the ground, fracturing the hard composite floor into a spiderweb of cracks. Another forceful strike shattered Loki's helmet, leaving him dazed and reeling. Lin Xiao remained expressionless, akin to a parent disciplining a disobedient child, grasping Loki's ankle and swinging him mercilessly. Pathetic. Loki lay crumpled in the crater he had created, groaning incoherently. His gaze 6:22:26 vacant and devoid of resistance. As the crowd dispersed in panic, Lin Xiao soared out of the theater, glancing toward the distance. I hope this thing is of decent quality, he murmured. Then with a sudden surge of power, hurled the scepter like a javelin, tracing a brilliant blue-gold arc as it accurately struck the rooftop of a distant building. The scepter pierced the ground before Natasha, quivering slightly upon impact. Chapter 53, the portal reboot. In the conference room of the World Security Council, several members clad in suits stared impassively at the screen, witnessing the devastation in New York. We can wait no longer, one council member stated coldly. The Avengers have failed. We must resort to the ultimate measure. I object, Fury roared over the communications channel. There are still millions of civilians in New York. This is a necessary sacrifice, Director Fury, another council member replied unemotionally, to prevent this disaster from spreading globally. We have no alternative. The order has been given. Fury abruptly turned to Agent Hill beside him. A fighter jet belonging 6:23:26 to S. H. I. E. L. D. had already launched from the aircraft carrier, armed with a nuclear bomb that glowed with a dangerous red light. Its target, New York, Manhattan. The nuclear bomb had been launched, trailing a long plume of fire like a poisoned arrow aimed at the heart, directly targeting downtown Manhattan. The city they sought to protect was, in irony, destined to be obliterated from the map by their own people in the most extreme manner. Such a twist of fate was nothing short of tragic. However, Lin Xiao had anticipated such a turn of events. Sir, the nuclear bomb has been launched. Proceed as planned. In the command center of the World Security Council, on the bridge of the aircraft carrier where Fury was stationed, and within the cockpit of the fighter jet that had launched the nuclear bomb, all screens abruptly turned blood red. A grotesque, ghostly visage, composed of countless lines of code, filled the entire display. What is happening? The council members stood in terror. Our systems have been breached. Highest privileges have been seized, a technician screamed. The rapidly descending nuclear bomb 6:24:27 altered its trajectory, tracing an incredible arc that defied the laws of physics, reversing direction and shooting upward. Its new target was not Manhattan, but the sky above, where a swirling portal spewed forth monsters. Seeing this, Natasha swiftly drew the scepter, directing her gaze at the Tesseract glowing with an ethereal blue light in the center of the device. With all her strength, she drove the tip of the scepter forcefully into the energy shield of the Tesseract. The energies of the scepter and the cube clashed violently in an instant. The wormhole in the sky began to contract ferociously. A blinding white light silently erupted from the other end of the wormhole, as if a nuclear bomb had been detonated in an alternate dimension. Subsequently, the expanding spatial wormhole abruptly halted, then commenced a rapid inward collapse, twisting and distorting, ultimately sealing shut with a cacophony of agonizing energy shrieks. The sky momentarily returned to tranquility. It's over, Thor gasped heavily, shaking off the soldier in his grasp. However, before his words could fully escape his 6:25:28 lips, a flicker of eerie blue light reignited at the freshly healed scar in the sky, akin to a red-hot branding iron piercing through paper, as a minuscule singularity swiftly expanded. The portal had, astonishingly, reopened once more. Natasha, what is happening? Tony's voice thundered through the communication channel. The group turned their gazes back to the portal, where a silver-haired youth, leaning against the scepter with a provocative smile, emerged. None other than Quicksilver. Beside him, Wanda's hands swirled with crimson energy, clearly indicating her role in reactivating the portal. Behind them, dozens of Hydra soldiers clad in black combat gear, adorned with a menacing skull and octopus insignia on their arms, were engaged in fierce combat with Captain America and Black Widow, who were attempting to charge forward. Loki had appeared at the forefront of the portal, his face adorned with his usual faint smile. Lin Xiao's pupils constricted. Indeed, Quicksilver and Scarlet, which had been altered by the mind stone. He should have anticipated this at Quicksilver's sudden appearance. Loki had long since 6:26:30 arrived on Earth and brokered an agreement with Hydra, lending them the mind scepter in exchange for their assistance in reopening the portal. Damn it, I relied too heavily on the original plot. I never expected such a deviation. At this moment, the portal stabilized and two Two slowly emerged. One was gaunt and withered, resembling a desiccated corpse, Ebony Maw. The other was massive and imposing, shouldering a gigantic warhammer, Black Dwarf. Ebony Maw disdainfully surveyed the streets of New York, his gaze settling on Loki. Loki, our master has high hopes for you. Yet you cannot even conquer such a primitive planet. Truly disappointing. Loki's smile faltered, yet he dared not retaliate. We must take matters into our own hands, Ebony Maw commanded, addressing the portal. Annihilate all life on this planet. No sooner had he spoken than Black Dwarf surged forth like a cannonball. Boom. With a tremendous crash, the Hulk was sent crashing into a building by Black Dwarf's hammer. Meanwhile, Ebony Maw flicked his fingers, causing the ground to rupture. As twisted rebars snaked 6:27:31 through the air like serpents, seeking Thor. Thor swung his hammer, severing a few, but was ensnared by more rebar that struck from behind, violently slamming him against the wall of a nearby building and creating a massive human-shaped dent. Sir, the right side armor has sustained 30% damage. The energy shield is rapidly depleting. Before Tony could react, the concrete beneath him transformed into countless sharp spikes, raining down like a torrential storm, sparking brilliantly against his armor. Damn it, Tony cursed, clumsily tumbling in midair to evade the onslaught. Just then, a white figure descended from above, landing squarely before the two. Ebony Maw squinted, scrutinizing Lin Xiao's sleek, white biological armor. Another fool who does not know their fate. Before he could finish, Black Dwarf charged forward, his colossal hammer whistling through the air, ready to smash down. Clang. The deafening clash of metal erupted, shattering all nearby glass. Black Dwarf's hammer, capable of flattening a tank, was firmly blocked by a relatively slender arm. Where the hammer met the 6:28:33 biological armor, a dazzling amalgamation of three colors of energy surged forth. Quite strong, Lin Xiao remarked with a smile, twisting his wrist to launch a tremendous force back at Black Dwarf, who staggered backward, his hands tingling from the impact. In the blink of an eye, Lin Xiao vanished from his position, reappearing before Black Dwarf. His fist, imbued with the three energies, struck heavily against Black Dwarf's chest. Thud. The mountain-like figure was sent hurtling backward, crashing through seven or eight buildings. Ebony Maw's expression shifted, his fingers curling as dozens of cars, buses, and lampposts on either side of the street were uprooted by an invisible force, raining down upon Lin Xiao like a hailstorm of cannonfire. Lin Xiao raised his right arm forward, the energy patterns on his symbiotic armor flaring to life. Arcs of electricity, divine power, and gamma rays intertwined rapidly in his palm, forming a honeycomb-shaped energy shield with a diameter of several meters. Boom. The deafening cacophony of impacts merged 6:29:33 into a singular roar. The first yellow taxi collided with the shield, as if slamming into an invisible wall of despair, its front crumpling into a pancake before exploding into a shower of debris. Next came the bus, the billboards, the load-bearing steel beams. Countless scraps of metal and rubble detonated against the energy shield, the violent force causing the asphalt beneath Lin Xiao to fracture, propelling him backward several meters, carving deep gouges into the ground. The surface of the energy shield pulsated with vibrant, intermingling colors. Suspended in midair, Ebony Maw wore a cruel smile, confident that this earthling would soon be crushed into a pulp beneath the relentless steel. Yet, at the peak of the metallic tempest, the white figure sprang into action. Lin Xiao abruptly compressed the shield, transforming it into a sharp, conical shape, and charged headlong into the deluge of steel debris. With a near-barbaric determination, he forged a path through the chaos, his figure rapidly enlarging in Ebony Maw's gaze. Ebony Maw's expression shifted dramatically as he attempted to push 6:30:34 himself away with telekinesis, but it was too late. A foot, imbued with the force of a tempest, struck accurately against his chest. Thud. Ebony Maw felt an irresistible force propel him, his body soaring like a golf ball struck with immense power, crashing through the glass facade of a distant skyscraper. Hm. Just as Lin Xiao sought to catch his breath, a ferocious gale swept in from his side. Roar. Accompanied by a deafening bellow, Black Dwarf emerged from the rubble, his fury magnified tenfold. Swinging his massive hammer, he vowed to reduce the one who had humiliated him into a mere paste. In the instant the hammer was poised to strike, Lin Xiao unleashed energy from his feet, arching his body at an extraordinary angle, skimming along the ground. Black Dwarf's powerful blow missed its target, causing him to stumble from the force. Lin Xiao slid behind him, twisting his waist to gather momentum, and once more sent Black Dwarf flying with a punch. Despite his continued success, Lin Xiao's expression remained grave. He understood that he could not maintain this tricolored form for long. The 6:31:36 intense battles had drained much of his energy. Under normal circumstances, he would stand no chance against Ebony Maw and Black Dwarf. A solution must be devised. Lin Xiao's gaze fell upon the cosmic cube atop the building, a plan forming in his mind. Tony, he spoke into the communication channel, I need you. Tony, currently in a precarious position, froze momentarily. His eyes beneath the helmet suddenly igniting with interest. Thor, cover me. All right. Thor broke free from his bindings, and a powerful bolt of lightning shattered the constructs of Ebony Maw's telekinetic prowess, clearing a path for Tony towards the rooftop. Realizing the turn of events, Ebony Maw and Black Dwarf rushed towards Tony. Do not be hasty. Your adversary is me, Lin Xiao declared, inhaling deeply. The dimmed armor erupted once more in blinding radiance as he stepped forward, single-handedly intercepting Thanos's two formidable lieutenants. Chapter 54, Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch. An unending tide of Chitauri forces poured forth from the portal, descending upon 6:32:37 the city and its panicked populace. The cacophony of explosions, piercing screams, and collapsing buildings melted into a symphony of doom. Quicksilver stood at the edge of the rooftop, surveying the devastation below. A mother, desperately clutching her child, sprinted for her life, only to be vaporized in an instant by the energy beam of a Chitauri soldier, the infant's cries echoing amidst the ruins. A family of three was ensnared within a crumpled car, the parents shielded their child with their bodies as Chitauri claws tore through the door, blood splattering against the shattered windshield. Moments later, only a five or six-year-old girl remained, weeping beside her parents' lifeless forms. The sight of the child, wailing atop her parents' corpses, pierced through Pietro's memories like a dagger. Time regressed at an alarming speed. In the warmth of their apartment, their mother hummed a Sokovian lullaby, the air fragrant with the aroma of stewed meat. Their father regaled the family with his corny jokes, prompting fits of laughter. That was the last time he remembered the family gathered for a meal. In the next instant, a sharp whistle shattered the 6:33:38 tenderness. Boom. Walls, ceilings, and furniture disintegrated into fragments, pinning him and Wanda beneath the debris. The outbreak of the Sokovian Civil War claimed their parents. In the darkness and silence, a missile bearing the Stark Industries insignia became their sole companion. For two long days, he and his sister waited, facing that inert shell in a state of fear and despair, anticipating death or worse. When they were finally extricated from the wreckage, what they beheld was not hope, but the utter obliteration of their home. We will make him pay, Pietro vowed to Wanda amidst the ruins. We will. Wanda's response was curt, her gaze brimming with hatred. Had it not been for the outstretched hand of another, he and Wanda would undoubtedly have cried out in despair beside their parents' cold bodies, eventually consumed by hunger and hopelessness. He had no doubt of that. Those days were hell itself. Once rescued from the ruins, the world had been reduced to just the two of them. They roamed the remnants of the city like wounded wolves, stealing and fighting, using their sharp teeth and claws to protect 6:34:39 their meager existence, until the arrival of an elderly man named Gregor. He was a baker, always exuding the delightful scent of fresh bread. When he discovered them scavenging for food in the dumpsters, he neither shooed them away nor expressed pity. He simply placed a still-warm rye loaf before them. The following day, at the same spot, another loaf awaited them. On the third day, and the fourth. Finally, on the fifth day, Pietro could no longer contain himself and shouted at the shuffling figure. What do you want, old man? Gregor turned, revealing a face lined with wrinkles and a bittersweet smile. Nothing, really. My son was about your age. His son had also perished in that bombing. From that day forth, they took up residence in the small, warm attic above the bakery. Gregor never inquired about their past nor urged them to forget their hatred. He simply baked bread, prepared hearty beef and potato stew, and watched them devour their meals. Slow down, Pietro. No one is competing with you, the old man would often say, deftly placing the largest piece of meat into Wanda's bowl. Days turned into weeks, and they gradually 6:35:40 matured. Pietro's speed increased, allowing him to snatch an apple from a street vendor's stall before the vendor even realized what had happened. Hey, Wanda would jab him with her elbow, though her eyes held no reproach. You have plenty. We have but one. Indifferently, Pietro would take a large bite and offer the apple to his sister. Try it, Wanda. It's nowhere near as good as Gregor's stew. Wanda would take a gentle nibble, her gaze drifting far away. There, occasionally, news from Stark Industries flickered across the decrepit television. The face of that man, his smile, was something they could never forget. Gregor aged, his health declining day by day. He wished to bequeath the bakery to Pietro and find Wanda a suitable partner, dreaming of a life for them akin to that of ordinary folk. Yet, he failed. One fateful night, Pietro and Wanda overheard whispers of a clandestine gathering. Hydra, a name shrouded in taboo, was recruiting volunteers for an experiment that could bestow superhuman abilities. Pietro and Wanda exchanged glances, igniting flames of determination within their eyes. 6:36:40 Brother, Wanda whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, yet crystal clear. Pietro grasped her hand tightly. They needed no further words. At dawn the next day, they departed the bakery. On the attic table lay their accumulated savings alongside a note. "Thank you, Gregor, for your bread and stew. We are leaving. Some debts must be settled personally." They did not look back, for they understood that once they stepped through that door, there would be no turning back. Thus, when Hydra approached them, promising them the power to exact vengeance, they accepted without hesitation. The process of transformation was akin to traversing through hell. Every cellular tear and reconfiguration felt like a torment. Yet, the mere thought of the name inscribed upon that missile transformed all agony into motivation. Day after day, they trained within the organization until they overheard Hydra mention that the creator of Stark Industries, Tony Stark, was in New York. Hence, they embarked on their path. Their singular objective was clear, Tony Stark. To make that man pay in blood for all they had lost. This was meant to be 6:37:40 a precise act of retribution, solely between them and Stark. However, as the city began to groan beneath them, and the shrill alarms and screams of the populace merged into a blazing inferno, something felt amiss. Glass facades of buildings cascaded like waterfalls, crashing onto the streets below. The shattering sound reverberating painfully in their ears. "Pietro." Wanda's voice trembled. She sensed the city's collective emotion, a vast amalgamation of fear, despair, and anguish, piercing through her psyche like countless needles. This sensation felt eerily familiar. "I know." Pietro's breathing grew heavy as he beheld a Chitauri craft hovering low over the streets, unleashing energy beams that engulfed a fleeing school bus in smoke. The cries of children nearly tearing the heavens asunder. They had become bystanders to another massacre, perhaps even accomplices. It was they who had reopened the portal. Pietro gritted his teeth. "This is not what we wanted. I think I know what we must do." Wanda replied. Her hands instinctively clenching as tendrils of crimson began 6:38:41 to emanate from her fingertips, exuding an ominous aura of destruction. Their true hatred should not be directed at Tony Stark, but rather at war, the architects of the chaos that had befallen them. At this moment, the Chitauri army embodied the very essence of war. Just then, a squad of Chitauri soldiers descended from the heavens, surrounding the stranded school bus, brandishing their energy rifles. "No." Wanda let out a furious roar, and crimson energy erupted from her fingertips, akin to an invisible hand that fiercely grasped several Chitauri soldiers. Crack. The crisp sounds of metal distortion echoed as the soldiers' armor, along with their flesh and blood, was mercilessly crushed into a mound of scrap. Almost simultaneously, Pietro's figure vanished from sight. A silver flash cut through the dust as he sprinted to the side of the bus, seizing a Chitauri soldier attempting to climb through the window, and with supersonic speed, hurled him violently against the adjacent building's wall. Boom. A gaping hole erupted in the wall, embedding the Chitauri soldier within. Pietro paused 6:39:42 at the bus door, shaking his hand, and turned to the bewildered children inside, saying, "Don't be afraid, little ones. Quicksilver is here to save you." A brave little boy peeked out and asked, "Are you Are you the Flash?" "No." Pietro grinned, revealing a dazzling smile. "I'm faster than him." Before he could finish speaking, he flickered and had already relocated a dozen children and the driver to a relatively safe subway entrance several hundred meters away. When he reappeared beside Wanda, a peculiar exhilaration adorned his face. "Hey, Wanda, how are you feeling?" Wanda did not respond, but the surging crimson energy in her eyes spoke volumes. Hatred needed an outlet. Yet, the innocent souls, like themselves, displaced by war, should not be its target. At that moment, a red-gold figure appeared atop the building. Tony hovered in the air, observing Pietro and Wanda's betrayal with a perplexed expression. "Hey, whose side are you on, anyway?" Chapter 55, Overwhelmed by Ebony Maw. On the rooftop, Tony landed steadily. Noticing that the two were ignoring him, he 6:40:43 approached the teleportation device directly, raising his hands towards its core. Countless data streams unfolded before his eyes. Fortunately, having previously reviewed S. H. I. E. L. D. S. research on the Tesseract, he anticipated that the modifications would not be overly complicated. "Jarvis." "Yes, sir." Lin Shao, observing Tony's initiation, called out, "Pangu, you assist as well." "Understood, sir." Loki, having sensed the dire situation, had already grasped the Mind Stone and made a hasty retreat. "Put down the scepter." Thor initially intended to cover Tony, but with Wanda and Quicksilver's defection, the necessity for protection vanished. Thus, he let out a thunderous roar, transforming into a streak of lightning, pursuing Loki's fleeing figure. Steve and Natasha, perfectly in sync, swiftly subdued the remaining Hydra agents, thoroughly eliminating the threats surrounding Stark Tower. Meanwhile, Loki, clutching the scepter, raced to Ebony Maw, who was entangled with Lin Shao. "Sir, current 6:41:43 progress is at 30%." Pangu's voice resonated in Lin Shao's ear as he delivered a powerful punch, sending Black Dwarf flying several meters away. Black Dwarf crashed against the wall, shattering it with spiderweb-like cracks. "Damn Earthlings." Black Dwarf rose from the rubble, purple blood seeping from his mouth. Ebony Maw, witnessing this, quickly retreated, forming an invisible barrier in the air with his telekinesis to block Lin Shao's pursuing punch winds. "Your strength indeed surpasses my expectations, but the game should come to an end. Loki, hand me the scepter." Ebony Maw eagerly stretched out his hand, sensing the immense power contained within the scepter. "Here." Loki passed the Mind Stone to Ebony Maw, recognizing the unfavorable circumstances and hoping that granting Ebony Maw the scepter's power might swiftly defeat the formidable Earthling before them. The moment Ebony Maw accepted the scepter, his aura surged dramatically. The gem atop the scepter radiated blinding light, and a powerful psychic force expanded outward like a tidal wave. He was already a master of mental 6:42:43 manipulation, and with the Mind Stone's amplification, his invisible psychic power skyrocketed exponentially. Buzz. A psychic shockwave, a hundredfold stronger than before, surged toward Lin Shao's mind like a tsunami. Thor, caught off guard, was immediately rendered dazed. "Is it not finished yet? We're running low on energy." "Sir, hold on. Current progress is at 67%. Lin Shao's form trembled violently, as if a glowing red-hot hammer had brutally struck his brain. Countless negative illusions and voices exploded within his mind, attempting to tear apart his will. The faint tricolor divine light surrounding him began to flicker violently, dimming and brightening sporadically. "This is bad." Wanda's face paled. She could distinctly sense that familiar, nauseating psychic energy. She knew that if Lin Shao, their strongest asset, fell, everything would be over. Without a moment's hesitation, she raised her hands, and crimson chaotic magical energy surged forth, forming a psychic barrier in midair, precisely shielding Lin Shao. "Hmm." Ebony Maw emitted a 6:43:43 soft gasp, surprised that this newly turned young woman could interfere with him. Yet, that was all. "Overestimating yourself." With the Mind Stone's support, even the simplest application significantly elevated his power. He snorted coldly, intensifying the energy output of the Mind Stone. Wanda let out a muffled groan, a trickle of blood escaping her lips, clearly struggling to counter both Ebony Maw and the Mind Stone simultaneously, a tremendous burden for someone newly mastering chaotic magic. Nevertheless, she gritted her teeth and persevered, granting Lin Shao a precious moment to breathe. "Jarvis, final data calibration." "Sir, data is accurate. Based on the research materials provided by S. H. I. E. L. D. Completion is at 100%. Excellent." Tony took a deep breath, redirecting his gaze to Lin Shao. Their eyes met, and they nodded at each other. "Sir, progress is at 100%. The plan can now be executed." Pangu's voice echoed in Tony's helmet. "All right." Lin Shao gritted his teeth and began to retreat. Seeing this, Wanda 6:44:45 formed seals with her hands, crimson energy swirling around her, clearing a path for Lin Shao's escape. Several Hydra agents attempted to intercept, but were sent flying by chaotic magic. Lin Shao refrained from wasting words, propelling himself toward Stark Tower. "Thinking of escaping? Too late." Ebony Maw and Black Dwarf closely pursued him. Upon reaching the rooftop, Lin Shao's perspective shifted to the sky. Too much time had been wasted. "Everything must come to an end." Ebony Maw, one hand behind his back and the other wielding the scepter, exuded elegance. Yet, his tattered clothing betrayed his condition. With that, Ebony Maw waved his hand again, unleashing a powerful telekinetic force upon Lin Shao. Lin Shao's form traced a parabolic arc in midair before crashing heavily onto Stark Tower's rooftop, raising a cloud of dust. The tricolor divine light surrounding him had dimmed to the point of resembling a flickering candle in the wind, extinguishing after a few brief flickers. Struggling to rise, Lin Shao suddenly coughed up blood, collapsing half-kneeling on the ground, his breath 6:45:45 weak. Boom. Black Dwarf landed right after, his heavy form shaking the entire rooftop. He shook his numbed arms, and seeing Lin Shao's disheveled state, broke into a raucous laugh. "Earthling, weren't you supposed to be tough? Get up." The ebony-throated figure descended lightly, adjusting his battle-torn attire with an enduring elegance, though the disdain in his gaze was unmistakable. This was the end. His eyes traversed past Lin Shao, settling on the intricate device at the center of the rooftop, humming with energy. At its core, a cerulean cube was ensconced within a shimmering energy barrier, radiating pure spatial energy. He approached the apparatus with measured steps. "Acknowledging that your futile resistance had indeed caused us some inconvenience, yet it was ultimately but the desperate thrashing of an ant." A glimmer of avarice flickered in his eyes. This was the Cosmic Cube, the Space Stone that his master sought. the black dwarf approached, curiously inspecting the device. Is this what the master desires? It appears rather unimpressive. Silence, fool. Mark the ebony throated figure. What do you 6:46:47 understand? He reached the device, extending a bony finger to lightly touch the energy barrier. An immediate tingling sensation coursing through his fingertip. Indeed, it is the space stone, he mused. Gradually, he lifted his mind scepter, aligning the gem at its tip with the energy barrier. The infinity stones could cancel each other's energy leaks. Yet this remained perilous. Utmost caution was paramount. In the next moment, the tip of the mind scepter finally made contact with the cerulean energy barrier. A hum resonated. Two forces originating from a cosmic singularity collided. Not resulting in a cataclysmic explosion, but rather an eerie silence. Subsequently, a visible energy ripple emanated from the point of contact, rapidly expanding. The seemingly indomitable energy barrier twisted and yielded, creating a breach at its center. Within this breach, the cerulean cube lay fully exposed, quietly suspended. Radiating a profound and enchanting glow, akin to the most resplendent star in the depths of the universe. Success. The ebony throated 6:47:47 figure's breath quickened slightly as he extended his skeletal fingers, poised to claim the space stone. Chapter 56, the plan materializes. As his thin finger neared the cosmic cube, the brilliance of the gem reflected in his eyes. The bait had been taken. Tony, a sudden voice erupted on the rooftop. That voice, was it Lin Shao? The ebony throated figure's outstretched hand froze midair. Greed instantly petrified on his face as he turned abruptly, his pupils constricting. The once half kneeling Lin Shao, seemingly drained of vitality, was now suspended in midair. The tricolored divine light that had faded earlier reigniting, albeit still dim. Yet devoid of any semblance of dying. You. For the first time in a millennium, the ebony throated figure felt his intellect falter. A sense of humiliation surging through him. Jarvis, A R V I S Activate the reverse spatial gate. At once, sir. No sooner had Tony's voice faded than chaos erupted. A deep buzz shattered the rooftop stillness. The intricate device, which had merely 6:48:47 enveloped the cosmic cube, now appeared to awaken. Countless energy conduits etched into its metallic shell ignited sequentially from within. The illumination shifted from a steady white to the same cerulean hue as the cosmic cube, ultimately converging into a blinding beam of light that shot skyward. The beam expanded at a visible pace, ultimately coalescing into a hemispherical cerulean energy barrier, ensnaring both the ebony throated figure and the recovering black dwarf. The entire Stark Tower trembled under this energy's might, while the portal in the sky swiftly sealed. Following this, the space atop the device began to warp and fold dramatically. A profound vortex forming that seemed capable of swallowing all light. An irresistible, terrifying pull erupted from the vortex's center, locking onto the nearest beings, the ebony throated figure and the black dwarf. This is a trap. The ebony throated figure's expression faltered completely, his gaunt visage stripped of composure. He was no inexperienced fool. He comprehended the implication almost 6:49:48 instantaneously as the device activated. If the cosmic cube could open a portal to transport to Earth, it could likewise open one to transport from Earth to space. Roar. The black dwarf was the first to react, his simple mind devoid of convoluted thoughts. Realizing they were trapped, he instinctively swung his hammer with immense force against the barrier. Clang. The deafening clash of metal echoed across the rooftop. Yet the cerulean barrier remained unyielding, not even rippling in response. The ebony throated figure's countenance darkened to a point where it seemed it could drip water. He raised his emaciated hand, unleashing a torrent of telekinetic power that ripped apart the remaining steel and concrete, hurtling them like a tempest towards the energy barrier. However, upon contact, those steel and concrete fragments disintegrated into dust, cascading downward. Within the barrier, a glint of ferocity flashed in the ebony throated figure's eyes. Break for me. With a low growl, the mind stone on his hand erupted in a radiant golden brilliance. A pure wave of psychic energy surging forth towards the blue 6:50:49 barrier. Gold and blue energies collided with a resounding crash. No earth shattering explosion ensued. Instead, the energy barrier began to hum violently, the internal space visibly warping and folding, as if a mirror were on the verge of being shattered. Ugh. The ebony throated figure spat a mouthful of black blood, while the black dwarf groaned in agony beside him. Their bodies, caught in this ferocious energy tug-of-war, began to exhibit signs of collapse, blood vessels bursting beneath their skin. Damn it. The ebony throated figure promptly severed the energy output from the mind stone. The forces of the two infinity stones clashing in such a confined space could obliterate them into atoms. This was precisely Lin Shao and Tony's primary objective. A prison constructed from the cosmic cube's spatial power, designed expressly to prevent their escape. The ebony throated figure fixed a furious gaze upon the airborne Lin Shao, his gaunt face contorting in extreme rage and humiliation. An uncanny standoff ensued, with the positions of hunter and prey 6:51:50 irrevocably reversed. No. The ebony throated figure roared in a mix of fury and terror, his feet planted firmly on the ground. Unleashing the full force of his telekinesis in a desperate bid to resist the pull emanating from the very fabric of space. The specialized concrete beneath him began to crack, his body leaning dangerously backward, every bone in his frame groaning under the strain. His once proud telekinetic prowess, capable of effortlessly lifting a truck, now felt as fragile as a piece of paper being ravaged by a tempest in the face of pure spatial energy. His body began to slide uncontrollably towards the distorted vortex, his face twisted in fear and rage, elongating and deforming alongside his piercing screams. You shall pay for what you have done today. The black dwarf fared even worse. His massive form contorted by the overwhelming spatial force. Barely managing to emit a roar filled with confusion and agony. The vortex flickered and vanished, leaving no one to discern where they would be sent. The rooftop returned to its tranquil state, 6:52:50 as if nothing had transpired. Only the humming device and the residual traces on the ground attested to the fact that the earlier events were not mere illusions. The ebony throated figure and the black dwarf had vanished. At last, it was over. Lin Shao descended slowly from the sky, stumbling slightly as he landed. The act was genuine. Yet the injuries were real, albeit not as severe as they appeared. With the closing of the portal, the Chitauri soldiers lost their command and support, crumbling into disarray. Hulk grasped an ankle of one Chitauri soldier and, like a hammer, smashed another to pieces. Thor summoned the thunder as brilliant blue lightning danced recklessly between the buildings. Each flash claiming a vessel from the skies. The outcome of the battle had been sealed the moment Ebony Maw was transported away. His gaze fell upon the spot where Ebony Maw had stood just before vanishing, now utterly vacant. Not only had Ebony Maw and black dwarf disappeared, but the mind stone embedded in the scepter had also vanished without a trace. What a pity for the mind stone, Lin Shao mused. A quinjet hovered over 6:53:51 Stark Tower. Its hatch opened and Nick Fury, accompanied by a team of S H I E L D agents, descended with purpose. Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of the citizens of New York, I extend my gratitude to you all, Fury proclaimed. His attention shifting to the corner where Quicksilver and Scarlet which leaned on each other. Their expressions a complex tapestry of emotions. You have defended this place today and proven your worth. Fury's voice, though not loud, carried an undeniable authority. The world needs strength like yours. The kind that stands in the light. Would you be interested in joining the Avengers? Pietro instinctively shielded Wanda, regarding the one-eyed man with suspicion. Wanda remained silent, her gaze drifting past Fury to Lin Shao, who had just concluded his role in the battle. The fight had ended, leaving the city in ruins. S H I E L D ground forces began to arrive, cordoning off streets, clearing debris, and aiding the injured, all remarkably organized. New York, 6:54:51 having endured this catastrophe, was finally on the cusp of a long-awaited tranquility. Yet beneath this calm lay the unmistakable stirrings of something far more ominous. Chapter 57, you are an exception. Inside the barbecue roll shop, the patrons were engrossed in their meals. An antiquated television mounted in the corner broadcast urgent news. The threat of alien invasion has been neutralized. New York City is currently assessing damages and embarking on post-war reconstruction efforts. Thor devoured a barbecue roll in two bites, hollering towards the shop owner. Another one, please. The owner wiped his brow and deftly rolled another to hand over. At that moment, the television screen shifted to reveal Nick Fury's iconic one-eyed visage. He stood at a podium, facing the world's media with the S H I E L D emblem in the background. The entire barbecue shop, along with the Avengers within, fell silent in unison. Today, we witnessed an unprecedented crisis, and we also witnessed extraordinary heroism. Fury's 6:55:52 deep and resonant voice echoed through the speakers. A team comprised of extraordinary individuals has united for a common purpose. Tony Stark paused his chewing, raising an eyebrow as he focused on the screen. They stand shoulder to shoulder with gods, fighting for us, protecting us from threats we cannot face alone. Today, I officially announce to the world, the Avengers Initiative is now active. The screen zoomed in on the word Avengers along with the emblem. Dr. Banner muttered softly, adjusting his glasses. Steve wiped his mouth with a napkin, his expression grave as he watched the screen. His eyes reflecting the solemnity of a soldier from a bygone era receiving a new assignment. Lin Shao, leisurely enjoying his meal, glanced up at Fury's earnest face on the television, then looked at the others who had begun to discuss, finding the moment somewhat amusing. The press conference concluded, and reporters surged forward, Fury exiting under the protection of agents. This global tempest seemed to draw to a close in that small barbecue shop in a manner both absurd and dignified. After a brief discussion, a wave of post-battle 6:56:54 fatigue washed over them. Each individual felt the deep-seated aches and weariness settling into their bones, prompting them to prepare for rest. Lin Xiao finished his last roll and was about to return to the base when a voice called from behind. Lin. He turned around. Natasha stood under the dim glow of a street lamp, having washed away the grime and blood, clad in a simple black leather jacket and jeans. Her signature red hair swayed gently in the night breeze, softening her demeanor. Thank you. She approached Lin Xiao, looking up at him. Her green eyes, usually sharp, now reflecting a complex and unspoken emotion. We are teammates now, Lin Xiao replied. Is that all we are? Natasha stepped closer. The distance between them reduced to a mere fist's breath. The faint scent of shower gel and leather enveloped Lin Xiao. Before he could respond, she rose on her toes, a soft, warm touch brushing against his cheek, a fleeting moment, barely a whisper. Lin Xiao froze. Natasha stepped back, meeting his gaze once more. The memories of being controlled by Loki haunted her like a new nightmare, 6:57:55 killing her closest allies in her hallucinations, that cold despair nearly consuming her. Lin Xiao had been the light that cut through that darkness. It seems I owe you more and more. Natasha's voice was soft, tinged with self-deprecation. You can repay it slowly, Lin Xiao replied, coming back to himself instinctively. Natasha smiled suddenly, her grin blooming under the street lamp like a rose in the night, exuding a dangerous allure. She leaned in again, her breath nearly grazing Lin Xiao's ear. I don't want to wait any longer, she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. Are you free tonight? As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the pristine white carpet, Lin Xiao awoke, his mind still hazy. The space beside him felt empty, yet lingered with a faint warmth and fragrance. The sound of running water from the bathroom caught his attention, and his gaze instinctively drifted to the frosted glass door. Steam clouded the glass, outlining the graceful form inside, adding an allure of mystery. The silhouette was still moving, seemingly 6:58:57 drying off, when the bathroom door creaked open. Natasha emerged, wrapped in a large white towel, her damp red hair clinging to her cheeks and neck, droplets cascading down her delicate collarbone. The steam enveloped her, casting her in a dreamlike haze. Help me with my clothes, she requested. All right. Lin Xiao handed her the garments. Moments later, Natasha appeared in a snug black combat suit, her stunning curves accentuated perfectly, her red hair cascading casually over her shoulder, glistening with water droplets, morning light casting a soft golden hue. The images from the previous night flickered through Lin Xiao's mind, the entanglement in the room, the blood on the sheets. It was not merely an indulgence. It felt more like a sacrificial act of redemption. She employed this most primal of methods to completely extricate herself from the nightmares conjured by Loki, affirming both her existence and his. Seemingly sensing his gaze, Natasha turned around, leaning against the window frame with her arms crossed over her chest. What is the matter? Her voice remained as 6:59:57 tranquil as ever, devoid of any discernible emotion. Lin Xiao propped himself up slightly, the sheets slipping from his shoulder to reveal his well-defined chest, marked with faint scratches that had yet to fade completely. You rise exceptionally early. I've become accustomed to it. Natasha's eyes traversed his form before settling on his face, the corners of her mouth curving into a subtle smile. What are you pondering? Don't tell me that Easterners dwell on such matters. Her tone bore a hint of jest, as if probing. I was merely contemplating the extraordinary stamina of S.H.I.E.L.D. top agents. Lin Xiao leaned back against the headboard, meeting her gaze with an air of nonchalance, responding half in jest. Natasha appeared taken aback by his reply, momentarily stunned before a light laugh escaped her lips. The sound was bright, dispelling the last remnants of the room's lingering awkwardness. Saving the world is quite exhausting. One must find ways to unwind. She strolled towards the bedside, looking down at him from her elevated position. Moreover, last night was not a matter 7:00:58 requiring responsibility, merely an equitable exchange. Equitable exchange? Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow. Indeed. Natasha nodded, a mischievous glimmer dancing in her green eyes. Her forthrightness rendered Lin Xiao momentarily at a loss for words. Observing his speechlessness, Natasha's smile deepened. She leaned closer, her hands resting on the mattress beside him, their faces mere inches apart, their warm breaths intertwining. However, she lowered her voice, tinged with a huskiness meant only for their ears. Interacting with you feels entirely different. You are an exception. Upon finishing her sentence, she straightened up, effortlessly turning towards the door. She opened it, glanced back at him with a playful wink, her words laden with implication. Should you require anything, do not hesitate to seek me out. The door clicked shut with a definitive sound, completely severing her presence. Chapter 58, reward distribution. Lin Xiao returned to the base, Natasha's insinuating words echoing in his mind. He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he temporarily 7:01:59 banished her alluring figure from his thoughts. There were pressing matters at hand. He steadied his mind, allowing his consciousness to sink into the system's realm. Ding. New York battle sign-in complete. Sign-in evaluation, SSS. Perfect participation, pivotal intervention, resolved additional threats. Reward, Chitauri all tech. A hum filled the air as Lin Xiao felt his mind forcibly connect to the central database of an entire interstellar civilization. An endless torrent of data surged forth, morphing into myriad beams of light that flooded into the ocean of his consciousness. From the designs of energy cores for individual flight apparatuses to the biological armor cultivation methods of Leviathan beasts. From the principles of the Chitauri command ship's curvature engine to the entire framework of their civilization's communication network, vast, intricate, and profound. The sheer volume of information caused his temples to throb, as if his head might burst. Fortunately, this deluge of information arrived swiftly and departed just as quickly, 7:02:59 ultimately coalescing into a comprehensive technological tree, quietly imprinting itself in the depths of his memory, readily accessible for future reference. Lin Xiao exhaled deeply. Before he could savor the value of this technological tree, the system's voice resonated once more, this time imbued with an inexplicable cadence. Additional god-level reward, gem control. You can comprehend the corresponding cosmic essence through the infinite gems. Your mastery over this essence will be unparalleled. Gem control, comprehending the cosmic essence. Lin Xiao's heart swelled with joy. Truly, this was a god-level reward, transcending mere utility and delving into the core secrets of the infinite gems. At that time, Ebony Maw had merely wielded the mind stone crudely, yet his power had surged tremendously. It was difficult to fathom how he would perform with mastery over such abilities. Days later, Thor arrived, accompanied by a despondent Loki, ready to return to Asgard via the Bifrost. The Tesseract, however, remained on Earth as compensation for Asgard, leading to a 7:04:01 minor dispute over its ownership. Ultimately, under Lin Xiao's unwavering insistence, this treasure, infused with spatial might, was temporarily retained at his base as a post-war research project. As he put it, an organization incapable of managing even an energy shield is unworthy of safeguarding such an artifact. Fury's face darkened like the bottom of a pot, yet he could not refute the claim. Thus, in the innermost laboratory of the base, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and Lin Xiao, three of Earth's most brilliant minds, convened. Tony, Bruce, have there been any recent developments? Lin Xiao inquired, directing his gaze towards them. Not so of information, and even with detailed guidance, time is essential. Tony leaned against his forehead, while Banner nodded in agreement. The trio entered a specially designed laboratory. Upon entering, they beheld the Tesseract floating serenely at the center of a unique energy field, emanating a ghostly blue glow. Honestly, I still believe launching it into the sun is a splendid 7:05:02 idea. Tony crossed his arms, circling it twice. This thing is a ticking time bomb. Its energy output is remarkably stable, Tony, but the internal spatial structure is exceedingly complex. Banner adjusted his glasses, intently scrutinizing the deluge of data cascading across the screen. Our previous portal merely grazed the surface of its outermost layer. Lin Xiao remained silent, observing the data. After acquiring the ability of gem control, his perception of the Tesseract had completely transformed. It was no longer merely a mass of pure energy, but rather a living singularity woven from countless spatial laws. You're misdirected. He suddenly spoke, his voice soft yet compelling enough to halt both Tony and Banner in their tracks. What? Tony raised an eyebrow. Do not fixate solely on the energy readings, Lin Xiao pointed to a secondary screen. Observe the fluctuations in spatial curvature here. It is not releasing energy, rather, it is distorting space. Every inch of our laboratory is undergoing minute reshaping in ways we cannot comprehend. Dr. Banner rushed to 7:06:03 the screen, pulling up the relevant data model, his expression shifting dramatically. Tony joined him, the flippancy on his face swiftly replaced by the fervor and astonishment characteristic of a scientist making a groundbreaking discovery. Lin Xiao was indeed correct. They had consistently regarded the Tesseract as an oversized power bank, neglecting its fundamental nature as a space gem. Goodness, how did you discern this? Tony could not help but inquire. Lin Xiao shrugged, responding half-jokingly, "Perhaps it was a hunch." Tony was momentarily taken aback before scoffing and returning to the data, muttering, "Boring." Once everyone departed, the vast laboratory was left with only Lin Xiao and the Tesseract. He waved his hand, dissipating the energy field. The ethereal blue light instantly flooded the entire room, filling the air with a peculiar freshness reminiscent of rain-soaked grass, an aroma born from highly compressed space. He slowly extended his hand towards the alluring blue cube, this being his first attempt to directly touch the Tesseract. He had anticipated a powerful surge of energy, 7:07:04 even bracing himself to be thrown back. However, where his fingertips grazed, there was no obstruction whatsoever. His hand seemed to traverse a veil of water, seamlessly plunging into the cosmic cube. There was neither searing heat nor biting cold, only an indescribable sensation of warmth. In the next moment, boundless knowledge of space, the principles of cosmic folding, and the mysteries of dimensions surged into his mind like a flood released from a dam. The light in the entire laboratory began to warp. The ceiling and floor twisted as if manipulated by an invisible hand. Space contorted, and the brilliance consumed all. In the blink of an eye, Lin Xiao, along with the cosmic cube, vanished entirely from the base. Nepal, Kathmandu. In the courtyard of Karmapa Thaji, incense wafted through the air, and the tranquility was so profound one could almost hear the distant sound of melting snow cascading from the mountains. A bald, robe mage in yellow sensed the incoming disturbance and opened his eyes, ready for what was to come. Chapter 59, The Laws of Space. The 7:08:04 sensation of spinning abruptly ceased. Lin Xiao stumbled slightly before regaining his balance, standing upon coarse, metallic glimmering black gravel. He lifted his gaze, momentarily breathless. The sky was a deep indigo, with two celestial bodies suspended in the heavens. One radiated a blazing golden light, while the other cast an eerie violet halo. The intertwining hues sliced through the jagged rocks and desiccated iron gray vegetation, creating bizarre shadows. A faint scent of ozone pervaded the air, dry and frigid. This was not Earth. Lin Xiao quickly assessed his condition. The cosmic cube was nowhere to be found. That ethereal blue cube had vanished without a trace. Yet, he could distinctly feel an immense, boundless power coursing through his limbs and bones. It was not an external force, rather, it had become an intrinsic part of him, akin to breath and heartbeat. The space gem, rather than merging with him, had infused him with the laws of space. "Mastering the gem," Lin Xiao murmured, closing his eyes. In his perception, the entire world 7:09:06 transformed. Space was no longer an empty expanse, but a canvas that could be molded, folded, and torn at will. He could see the very texture of space itself and hear the subtle sounds of friction between dimensions. This sensation was both novel and exhilarating. He opened his eyes, fixing his gaze upon a black rock, roughly the size of a human head, not far away. Following the logic of his previous use of the cube, he needed to channel energy to construct a passage. Yet, at that moment, only one thought flashed through his mind, "Come here." Not through telekinesis, but by directly issuing a command to space. A faint hum reverberated. The black rock abruptly vanished from its position, only to silently reappear at Lin Xiao's feet, as if it had always belonged there. The entire process was devoid of energy fluctuations or visual effects, embodying the purest and most irrational form of spatial displacement. Lin Xiao's eyes gleamed with excitement. This was even more ridiculous than he had imagined. He scanned the horizon toward a small hill, approximately 500 m 7:10:07 distant. Focusing intently, he locked onto his target and issued the command to move. The scenery before him blurred instantly, sharpening again in the next moment. Thud. Lin Xiao landed abruptly on the ground, having successfully transported himself to the hilltop with pinpoint accuracy. The only issue was that he had neglected to account for the height difference, dropping from half a meter. Rubbing his backside, he stood up, unable to suppress a broad smile. This sensation was exhilarating, akin to a programmer suddenly gaining supreme access to the source code of the universe, free to alter the rules at will. He began to practice fervently. From 10-m jumps to 100-m traverses, and then to a 1,000-m leap. Initially, he struggled to land steadily, but soon achieved precise hovering. From mere linear movements, he progressed to executing rapid, zigzagging flashes in midair, his form akin to a specter. The laws of space transformed into an exquisitely intricate toy in his hands. After half an hour of relentless practice, he paused, feeling a hint of fatigue. He had gained a preliminary 7:11:08 mastery over his newfound abilities. This desolate planet was devoid of civilization, not a suitable place for prolonged residence. He needed to locate a culture and ascertain his coordinates. Taking a deep breath, Lin Xiao heightened his perception to its utmost extent, extending his consciousness in a singular direction. Space peeled away in layers within his mind, sweeping across the wasteland, over mountains, and through parched riverbeds. Suddenly, his awareness encountered a cacophony of noise. It was a rhythmic spatial fluctuation, distinct from the natural environment, an imprint left by a cluster of buildings, an energy network, and a multitude of life forms congregating. "Found it." A smile crept across Lin Xiao's lips as he discerned the direction, casting his gaze toward the distant horizon. There are a city should lie. He stretched his limbs, preparing for his first ever long-distance spatial transfer. However, just as he was about to tear through space, a powerful surge of energy, infused with the essence of sulfur and flames, erupted from the direction of the city. Immediately following was a 7:12:10 thunderous roar that echoed through the heavens, the terrifying force contained within causing violent ripples in space itself. A voice resonated in his mind from the system, causing Lin Xiao to pause, a playful grin adorning his face. "Ah, it seemed he had arrived just in time." Chapter 60, Ronan. The desolation of Morag resembled a lifeless graveyard under a purple sky where ancient temples slowly revealed their true form as the tides receded. The wait was finally over. Quill adjusted his visor and stepped onto the damp stone steps. Celestial alignments occurred only once every 300 years. If he missed this opportunity, the next would not come for another three centuries. The temple's interior was suffused with ancient energy fluctuations, its walls etched with incomprehensible runes. Quill deftly navigated various traps and mechanisms, ultimately discovering his target at the altar's center, a metallic sphere radiating a soft blue light. The cosmic sphere, worth 40 billion units. He whistled softly. That would be enough to make him a lifelong millionaire on 7:13:11 any planet. Just as he reached out to touch the sphere, the temple began to tremble. The tide was rising, and soon this place would be completely submerged. Grabbing the sphere, Quill dashed out of the temple without a second glance. Back on his ship, Quill activated a secure channel. "This is Quill. I have a lucrative proposition to discuss." "Are you out of your mind?" A gruff voice replied through the communicator. "That thing is mine." Quill terminated the communication, a sly smile creeping onto his face. 40 billion units would be enough to shed his identity as a scavenger and live freely, outside the Knowledge Domain space station. A woman cloaked in green with fiery red hair blended into the crowd. It was Gamora. She had been tailing Quill for 3 days now, and this self-proclaimed Star-Lord was more cunning than anticipated. "The target has appeared," she whispered, her hand moving toward the weapon at her waist. Meanwhile, on the other side of the space station, Rocket Raccoon was calibrating his energy weapon. "Groot, remember the plan. I'll handle long-range support, and you take care of close-quarters control." "I am Groot." "Yes, I know you're excited, but don't 7:14:13 kill him. Yondu wants him alive. A corpse isn't worth 50,000 units." Unaware, Quill exited the bar, heading toward the landing pad when he suddenly sensed a wave of murderous intent. Years of a life steeped in plunder had rendered him instantly alert. "Damn it." He had been discovered. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than a figure clad in green descended from the heavens, twin blades poised menacingly at his throat. Quill deftly side-stepped, his elemental gun drawn in an instant. As the two engaged in combat, Rocket and Groot joined the fray. Thus ensued an unprecedented melee outside the space station, a cacophony of energy weapons and melee arms clashing chaotically in the air. Ultimately, the Nova Corps warships encircled them. "Drop your weapons. You are under arrest." Within the confines of the Kree prison, the four found themselves confined to the same cell block. "This is just splendid," Quill muttered, leaning against the wall. "I could have been relishing retirement on some idyllic vacation planet, but here I am, sentenced to spend my remaining days in this hellhole." "If you had handed 7:15:14 over the orb sooner, we wouldn't be in this predicament," Gamora retorted coldly. "Why do you even want that worthless sphere?" Quill shot back. Gamora fell silent for a moment before a muscular, gray-skinned alien approached. His body was marred with tattoo-like scars, and his eyes burned with the flames of hatred. "You are Star-Lord?" Drax's voice resonated, low and ominous. "I have heard that you possess a means to summon Ronan." "Hold on, big guy. We don't want to provoke that lunatic," Rocket interjected hastily. "Ronan murdered my wife and daughter," Drax said, clenching his fists. "I will tear him apart with my own hands." Gamora interjected suddenly. "If we collaborate, each of us can attain what we desire. But first, we must escape this place." Quill crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "What reason do I have to trust you?" "Because we are all trapped in this godforsaken facility, you fool," she replied. Rocket kicked the ground. "Either we collaborate, or we wait to be torn apart by those prisoners." Drax tightened his fists. "I will do anything to kill Ronan." "I am Groot." "Yes, the tree has 7:16:14 a point," Rocket nodded. "Let us get out of here first." At the stroke of midnight, the prison alarms blared unexpectedly. Rocket had already hacked into the system. All electronic locks failed simultaneously. The four burst from their cells, racing down the corridor. Left turn, Rocket commanded. The control room is that way. Two guards appeared before them. Gamora dispatched the one on the left with a sidekick, while Drax barreled into the other. Groot, pry that door open. The tree-like creature extended its branches, easily unlocking the door. Inside the control room, Rocket leaped onto the console, his claws flying over the keyboard. What do you need? Quill asked, keeping a watchful eye on the entrance. Shut up and let me focus, Rocket replied, pulling up the system interface. I need to locate where our gear is stored. And huh, found it. The monitor displayed an image of a warehouse. Third level, east sector, next to the armory. Rocket leaped from the console. Let us move. Drax smashed a blocking robot with a powerful punch. This is too easy. Don't celebrate too soon, Gamora warned, 7:17:15 scanning their surroundings. The Nova Corps won't let us breach this facility so easily. Just then, the alarms escalated, red lights flashing. Damn it, they've initiated the emergency protocol, Rocket cursed. A squad of heavily armed guards charged around the corner, energy weapons trained on them. I'll handle them, Drax declared, rushing forward. Wait, Quill grabbed him, pointing to the vent above. There's a better way. Groot stretched his body, tearing off the vent cover. Rocket was the first to scramble inside, followed closely by the others. Crawl to the right until the third fork, Rocket instructed. Five minutes later, they arrived at the armory. Quill's elemental gun, Gamora's blades, and Rocket's energy cannon were all stored there, unharmed. Looks like today is our lucky day, Quill remarked, inspecting his gun. Quit dawdling. Grab your gear and let us go, Gamora urged, already strapping on her weapons. One last step, Rocket pointed toward the landing pad. We need a ship. The prison break unfolded surprisingly smoothly, with the five escaping in a ship, exchanging glances 7:18:15 as their taut nerves finally eased. Quill leaned back in his seat, exhaling deeply. So, where to now? Gamora's gaze was resolute. Nova Prime. I know someone there who will pay a high price for the orb. The Collector's abode lay deep within the space station, housing the most precious and perilous artifacts in the universe. Welcome, my friends, the Collector, Taneleer Tivan, greeted them with elegance, his white hair glistening under the lights. Let me see what treasures you have brought. As the orb was cautiously opened, a gem radiating with purple light emerged before them. Its glow was so pure that it seemed to encapsulate the primordial forces of the universe. The Power Stone, the Collector's voice quivered with reverence. One of the six Infinity Stones, capable of annihilating entire civilizations. Wait, annihilate civilizations? Quill's eyes widened. You mean this little thing can reduce a planet to dust in an instant? The Collector confirmed with a nod. But only beings of immense power can wield it. Should a mere mortal attempt to touch it before he could finish, a maid, who had been silently working in the corner, 7:19:16 suddenly lunged for the gem. No, the Collector reached out desperately, but it was too late. The maid collided with the orb. Boom. A tremendous explosion engulfed the room, sending everyone flying from the shockwave. As the dust settled, the Collector's chamber lay in ruins. Damn it, the deal is off, Rocket grumbled, rising from the debris, his fur singed. I am Groot. Groot shook his head, several charred scraps of paper hanging from his branches. At that moment, Drax stumbled in, intoxicated with triumph. I have contacted Ronan, he proclaimed proudly. He will be here soon, and then I can avenge my family. What have you done? Gamora's face drained of color as she clutched her head. She understood just how formidable Ronan was. He was a notorious figure across the cosmos. Drax, you fool, Quill bellowed. We are no match for Ronan. Above them, the shadow of a colossal warship blotted out the sun. Ronan's fleet had arrived. In the ensuing chaos, Gamora attempted to escape with the orb, but was intercepted by Nebula. The two ships engaged in a fierce battle amidst 7:20:17 the stars, ultimately resulting in Gamora's craft being destroyed, and the orb falling into Ronan's grasp. At last, it is mine, Ronan declared, gazing at the power stone in his hand, its violet glow flickering in his eyes. With this, I shall no longer bow to anyone. He embedded the gem into his warhammer, and in an instant, a terrifying wave of energy surged through the warship. Thanos, our transaction is concluded, Ronan cackled. Xandar shall be reduced to ashes, and you shall witness true power. Chapter 61, Space versus Power. Lin Xiao traversed through the rift in space. The sight before him instantly revealing the source of the furious roar. It was a grand city, or rather, it once was. Towering spires, expansive plazas, and meticulously arranged buildings all bore testament to a civilization of remarkable advancement. Yet at this moment, the entire city was engulfed in a tempest of purple energy. Structures collapsing like house cards, the ground splitting open in great fissures, and the populace screaming in terror as they fled. In the sky, a 7:21:19 massive warship hovered ominously above the city, its prow dominated by a tall, blue-skinned man. He wielded an enormous warhammer, at the center of which lay a gem radiating with purple light. With each swing, a terrifying wave of energy rippled outward, obliterating everything in its path. System notification, dimensional anchor point detected. Xandar is under attack by Ronan. Sign-in task generated. Stop Ronan. Seize the Power Stone. Task rating, SS. Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow. The timing was impeccable. Hey, blue smurf. Lin Xiao's voice echoed across the battlefield, amplified by the laws of space. Ronan paused, turning to locate the source of the sound. His eyes glinting with fervor and rage. Another ant seeking to thwart me? Ant? Lin Xiao chuckled, waving his hand, causing the fabric of space to warp at his fingertips. In the next instant, three Kree soldiers beside Ronan vanished, only to reappear as indescribable, contorted masses, their screams abruptly silenced. Ronan's expression shifted. Who are you? Just a 7:22:20 passing earthling, Lin Xiao shrugged. An earthling? Ronan scoffed. Even if you possess some spatial technology, you cannot possibly contend with the Power Stone. He raised his warhammer, purple energy coalescing in a menacing display. Lin Xiao felt a cataclysmic force gathering. The stone is not a toy for you to wield. Undeterred, Lin Xiao advanced, tracing an arc with his right hand. Ronan swung the hammer, unleashing a torrent of purple energy that surged toward Lin Xiao like a cataclysmic wave. Yet, just as the energy was about to engulf him, space before Lin Xiao twisted, forming a vortex. The purple energy was entirely consumed by the whirlpool, vanishing without a trace. Ronan was momentarily taken aback. In the next moment, the space behind him ruptured, and purple energy erupted forth, striking his own warship's engine directly. Boom. The deafening explosion rocked the warship, causing it to tilt and descend. This is impossible, Ronan bellowed. No one can redirect the Power Stone's onslaught. Lin Xiao appeared before him, a mocking smile gracing his features. You are the true ant. Enraged, 7:23:22 Ronan swung his hammer directly at Lin Xiao's face. Lin Xiao did not flinch. At the moment the hammer was about to connect, his body suddenly turned transparent, and the hammer passed through him. A holographic projection? Ronan gasped. Wrong guess. The voice came from behind him. Lin Xiao had somehow positioned himself at Ronan's back. This is spatial folding. Ronan spun around, swinging the hammer again. But Lin Xiao's figure flickered out of existence, reappearing in various corners of the warship like a phantom. Stop. Ronan roared, unleashing a continuous barrage of purple energy. Yet he could never capture Lin Xiao's elusive form. Do you understand the distinction between the Space Stone and the Power Stone? Lin Xiao's voice resonated from all directions. No matter how potent the Power Stone may be, it requires a target to unleash its might. I, however, can dictate whether or not you can find me. Ronan frantically swung his hammer, the purple energy rampaging as the Ronan shouted, channeling all his strength into the hammer. I will 7:24:22 annihilate this planet. Lin Xiao's expression turned grave. He ceased his playful flickering. Ronan infused his entire being into the hammer, the Power Stone erupting with an unprecedented purple radiance. The atmosphere of Xandar began to tremble, and even the ships far in orbit could sense the destructive energy wave. Die. The hammer descended, the purple energy cascading like a galactic tide, overwhelming Lin Xiao. This strike was potent enough to level the entire planet. The ground trembled as the energy torrent consumed Lin Xiao's vicinity, the explosion vaporizing surrounding structures instantaneously. The purple brilliance was blinding, and even the metal hull of the warship began to melt. Panting, Ronan wore a sinister grin. No one survives the full force of the Power Stone strike. Absolutely no one. Yet, as the smoke cleared, Ronan's grin froze in place. Lin Xiao remained standing, his attire untouched by even a speck of dust. Even the city behind him showed no signs of damage. This This is impossible, Ronan's voice trembled. How could the Power Stone's attack be 7:25:24 ineffective against you? Lin Xiao chuckled lightly. Your attack is indeed formidable. He raised his right hand, gesturing before him, as nearly imperceptible ripples appeared in space. But I am even stronger. To the onlookers, it appeared that Lin Xiao was shielded by a mere thin layer of spatial barrier, no thicker than a centimeter. However, in reality, this centimeter was infinitely stretched by the laws of space, forming an almost boundless spatial inter-layer. The attack from the Power Stone did strike him, but within this compressed, infinite space, the energy could never reach Lin Xiao's body. Your attack is still en route, Lin Xiao pointed at the spatial barrier before him. It'll take several millennia to arrive. Ronan's eyes widened in disbelief, utterly unable to comprehend the scene before him. As the Accuser of the Kree Empire, he had witnessed various formidable powers throughout the cosmos. Yet he had never encountered such an enigmatic ability. Space, infinite, Ronan murmured, suddenly realizing something. You possess the space stone? Correct, but alas, there 7:26:24 are no rewards for you. Lin Xiao snapped his fingers. Now it's my turn. Ronan instinctively recoiled, only to find his position unchanged. Looking down, he saw the space around his feet twisting, each step feeling like he was merely treading in place. What is happening? Spatial density adjustment, Lin Xiao elucidated. I have compressed the space around you. Now, every step you take actually traverses dozens of meters. Cold sweat broke out on Ronan's forehead as he desperately swung the hammer, attempting to strike Lin Xiao. Yet he found himself utterly immobilized. Lin Xiao activated the laws of space, transforming him into a spatial blade that sliced through the air. Realizing his immobility, Ronan decided to unleash the power stone's capabilities from his stationary position, channeling terrifying energy to push forward. The two clashed once more. Chapter 62, the power stone. The metallic wails and the roars of energy finally subsided into silence. Lin Xiao's chest heaved violently, each breath sending waves of pain throughout his body. Although Ronan had only 7:27:24 employed the gem with rudimentary skill, it was nonetheless the lethally potent power stone. And defeating him had required considerable effort. Lin Xiao's gaze passed over the massive form lying beneath him, landing on the not so distant site. The Kree's interstellar warhammer lay shattered, a purple luminescence emanating from its core, resembling a pulsating, sinister heart. The power stone, one of the primal forces of the universe, now lay bare to the air, radiating a destructive aura potent enough to rend the very stars asunder. Cough, cough. A fit of violent coughing erupted. Ronan, the lunatic of the Accuser Corps, was still not quite dead. He struggled to lift his head, his blue skin marred with grime and scorch marks. His eyes burning with the last vestiges of madness and spite. What have you what have you done? His voice was hoarse and broken, devoid of the earlier authority. Lin Xiao paid him no mind, advancing step by step toward the purple gem. His footsteps were steady, each one seemingly treading upon Ronan's shattered pride. Lin Xiao finally halted, glancing back at Ronan. His gaze 7:28:26 was calm, devoid of mockery or pity, akin to observing a mere stone by the roadside. Shut up. With that, he turned away, extending his hand toward the power stone. The anticipated explosion did not occur. Lin Xiao's palm hovered just an inch away from the gem, a soft golden radiance emanating from his hand, gently yet resolutely enveloping the tempestuous violet energy. The purple gem quivered violently, unleashing an unprecedented surge of energy in a futile attempt to break free from its confines. Yet, that delicate layer of golden light, though seemingly fragile, exhibited an astonishing resilience, remaining steadfast despite the relentless onslaught of the violet energy. No, it cannot be. Ronan's smile froze upon his face, the last glimmer of vitality rapidly draining from his eyes. What manner of power is this? Lin Xiao offered no response. He could sense the force within his palm roaring and resisting, akin to a fierce cosmic beast untamed. However, his own energy stood as an insurmountable dam, firmly locking 7:29:27 away the deluge. His fingers gradually closed around the gem. Buzz. At the very instant Lin Xiao's fingers converged, the subdued purple gem seemed to discover an outlet for its pent-up fury, pouring forth the primordial might it had accumulated over eons unreservedly into his palm. This was not mere energy, but the very essence of the laws themselves. A pure, blazing concept of power, capable of rending dimensions asunder, surged up his arm, seeking to obliterate all in its path. Lin Xiao grunted, his body involuntarily arching backward. The metallic deck beneath his feet fracturing inch by inch, spiderweb-like cracks radiating outward in all directions. His bones lamented, muscle fibers tearing and reconstituting against their will. Beneath his skin, the violet glow writhed like countless serpents in a frenzy. The will of the power gem embodied chaos, destruction, the very first moment of the cosmic explosion. Ha, ha. Nearby, Ronan emitted a sound akin to a wheezing bellows. His 7:30:27 waning consciousness granted him a glimpse of the most absurd scene of his life. That mortal, far from being annihilated by the gem's energy, was devouring the violet ocean of annihilation like a gluttonous sponge. He wished to laugh, to mock this mortal's hubris. But as his lips twitched, he met Lin Xiao's gaze. In that instant, the birth and demise of stars flickered within those eyes. The gathering and collapse of matter played out before him. Ultimately, all anomalies subsided into tranquility. You, what exactly are you? Before he could finish his thought, his head drooped weakly, the last vestige of life extinguished. This interstellar madman perished without ever obtaining an answer. Lin Xiao disregarded the lifeless Ronan. He slowly straightened his form. His previously taut body now relaxed entirely. The torrent that had rampaged within him had transformed into a gentle stream, merging seamlessly with his very being. He opened his palm. The power gem lay there still, now devoid of its inherent strength, reduced to a mere beautiful stone. A sensation unprecedented surged within Lin Xiao. He 7:31:29 felt that with but a single thought, he could dismantle the starship beneath his feet at a molecular level. He could even perceive the gravitational fields of distant planets and hear the very pulse of space itself. Power was no longer a mere adjective, but a set of rules he could manipulate, deconstruct, and reassemble at will. Lin Xiao even sensed that if he desired, he could shatter this warship with a single punch, or even obliterate a planet. Not bad. It isn't as painful as I imagined. He weighed the gem in his hand. In that very moment, a crisp notification reverberated within Lin Xiao's mind. Detected host has completed S-level hidden task, god slayer. Task evaluation, perfect. Calculating rewards. Congratulations, host has obtained dimension guardian. Reward granted. Dimension guardian, you have now mastered the primordial laws. You can now begin to glimpse the mysteries of dimensions. A vast and arcane stream of information surged into the depths of his consciousness, no longer mere skill descriptions, but an instinctual understanding. Lin Xiao exhaled a breath 7:32:29 of stagnant air, the tumult in his chest finally subsiding. Bang, clang. At the other end of the bridge, a metal door, warped by the explosion, was forcibly kicked open. Several figures brandishing weapons rushed in, striking standard combat stances, only to halt abruptly. The entire bridge fell into an eerie silence. The leader, clad in a flamboyant red leather jacket, still aimed his elemental gun forward, his expression shifting from weariness to astonishment, ultimately settling into a state of shock, as if he had seen a ghost. Uh, did we arrive too late? Peter Quill, known as Star-Lord, managed to utter, his voice somewhat dry. He beheld Ronan sprawled in a pool of blood, the severed remnants of the starhammer, and finally, his gaze fixated on Lin Xiao and the purple sphere in his hand. My heavens. Behind him, Rocket Raccoon's furry ears perked up instantly, his whiskers trembling. That That is an Infinity Stone. His voice rose sharply, laced with greed, yet overshadowed by fear. You You dare to hold it? Do you wish to die? Lin Xiao cast a sidelong 7:33:31 glance at the uninvited guests. An ordinary man with a gun, a talking raccoon, a burly brute, a green-skinned assassin, and a tree. The Guardians of the Galaxy, Lin Xiao thought to himself. We are the Guardians of the Galaxy. Quill instinctively puffed out his chest, attempting to regain some semblance of bravado. We are here to stop Ronan. Oh. Lin Xiao nodded. Then you have indeed arrived too late. Ronan, did you kill him? Gamora, who had remained silent for a long while, finally spoke, her voice tinged with an almost imperceptible tremor. As Thanos' adopted daughter, she understood better than anyone the terror of Ronan and the gem. Lin Xiao offered no reply, merely tossing the power gem lightly upwards before catching it with ease. A simple gesture that caused the five intruders to collectively gasp in astonishment, Rocket Raccoon nearly exploding in panic. Don't Don't throw it around. Ancestor. Quill felt his heart nearly leap from his throat. That thing could explode. It could turn us all to cosmic dust. It won't. Lin Xiao remarked, tossing the gem casually. Consider it a 7:34:32 gift. Quill caught the gem, glancing at the stone that had once obliterated an entire civilization. This This feels off. He turned to Lin Xiao, saying, "Listen, friend, regardless of who you are, that thing is extremely dangerous. Hand it over to us. We have a plan." Before he could finish, Lin Xiao suddenly raised his other hand, performing a vague grasping motion in Quill's direction. Buzz. Quill felt an invisible force seize his throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. His elemental gun clattered to the floor, and he clutched at his neck, his face turning a deep shade of purple. Quill, let him go. Gamora and Drax's shouts erupted simultaneously, one drawing a blade, the other brandishing dual daggers, muscles tensed and ready to charge. Rocket Raccoon's reaction was quicker. His oversized modified cannon flared to life, locking onto Lin Xiao's head with lethal intent. Let him go. Faced with the impending onslaught of three assailants, Lin Xiao barely deigned to lift an eyelid. His gaze merely brushed over the disheveled raccoon, his tone as indifferent as if 7:35:34 he were recounting a trivial matter. The power within the gem, I have ceased. Now, it is merely an aesthetically pleasing stone. He paused, his eyes lingering for a moment on the gleaming barrel. Furthermore, no one is more suited than I to wield this power. As his words fell, an intangible chill enveloped the entire bridge, not a mere drop in temperature, but a tremor stemming from the primal instinct of life itself. The Rocket Raccoon's claw, grasping the heavy artillery, froze. The energy concentrated within the barrel flickering erratically. Fire? He had no doubt that the instant he pulled the trigger, his head would precede him in relocation. Drax's forward momentum abruptly halted, his gaze shifting between the suspended, gesticulating Quill, who emitted no sound, and the immovable man, his mind a tumultuous chaos. This was a far cry from the battles he understood. Uh, cough, buddy. Hanging in midair, Quill's face turned a deep shade of purple, struggling to squeeze out a few words. There's no need for hostility. Lin Xiao then redirected his attention to him, subtly loosening 7:36:35 his grip. Huh. Quill gasped like a fish out of water, greedily inhaling the fresh air. Yet, before he could catch his breath, that suffocating sensation tightened around his throat once more. You see, I can grant you life, or I can bring about your demise. Lin Xiao's voice was soft, yet it resonated clearly in everyone's ears. Therefore, do not address me with such tone. He released his hold. Thud. Quill fell heavily to the ground, the purple stone rolling aside. He paid no mind to the coveted treasure, clutching his throat and coughing violently, tears and mucus streaming down his face. Lin Xiao had never held any fondness for Quill, had it not been for his impulsiveness in the film. Thanos would not have succeeded in snapping his fingers. Lin Xiao ceased to regard them, turning to leave the wreckage-laden site. We shall meet again on Earth. No sooner had he spoken than his figure began to blur, the surrounding space rippling as if disturbed by stones cast into water. In the next moment, he vanished before their astonished eyes. Silence. Within the bridge, only Quill's anguished 7:37:36 coughs remained. After a considerable time, the Rocket raccoon gradually lowered the cannon, gazing at the spot where Lin Xiao had disappeared, then at the unremarkable purple stone on the ground, his furry face a mask of bewilderment after surviving the ordeal. What exactly was that? Chapter 64, The Law of Power. The void rent silently, a pitch-black fissure materializing in the cosmos. Lin Xiao stepped forth, the chaotic spatial turbulence behind him instantly calming and healing, leaving no trace. Before him lay an expanse of endless ochre desert, the sky adorned with a dim star, casting a muted light. There was no wind, no sound, even the flow of cosmic dust seemed nearly halted. Silence was the sole theme of this place. A suitable locale, Lin Xiao mused, feeling the terrifying gravity beneath his feet, far exceeding that of an ordinary planet. The environment here was perfect for him to unleash his newfound powers without restraint. His purpose for coming was singular, to practice the laws of power he had just comprehended. Unlike the intricacies and 7:38:37 complexities of spatial laws, the law of power imparted to him a singular sensation. Pure. Pure strength, pure destruction. Lin Xiao slowly raised his right fist, refraining from channeling any of his inner energy, instead immersing his spirit in the domineering essence of the law. He aimed a casual punch at a towering solitary peak standing 10,000 m high. The motion was light, slow, and devoid of any wind generated by the punch. However, at the moment his fist descended, boom, the majestic mountain did not shatter from external force, but crumbled from within, disintegrating from the most minute particles that composed it. There was no cataclysmic explosion, no billowing dust. The mountain simply transformed into the most primordial dust, falling quietly to the ground, forming a shallow layer. Lin Xiao regarded his fist, then the flattened earth, his brow slightly arched. It seems I may have lost control. His intention had merely been to obliterate the mountain's peak, yet the entire mountain had vanished. This sensation was peculiar, akin to a grown adult 7:39:38 inadvertently collapsing an entire anthill while attempting to tease an ant. The destructive power of the law of power was more direct and unreasonable than he had anticipated. He smacked his lips and shifted his aim to the distant undulating mountain range. He raised his hand once more, fingers splayed, and grasped at the vast expanse of mountains in midair. Crack. A sound reminiscent of the bones of the planet cracking echoed from deep within. Centered around the mountain range, a bottomless chasm formed instantaneously, spreading at a frenzied pace toward the planet's ends. The earth wailed, tectonic plates tearing apart. Lin Xiao's eyelids twitched, and he promptly withdrew his power. He gazed down at the chasm that nearly cleaved the planet in two, falling into silence. This planet seemed rather fragile. Just as he contemplated moving elsewhere, lest he inadvertently shatter the planet, a faint yet rhythmic pulse suddenly emanated from the depths of the chasm. The pulse penetrated the thick rock layers, precisely reaching his consciousness. Thump. Thump. Thump. Like a heart that had slumbered for 7:40:38 eons, stirred awake by his earlier action. The heartbeat grew closer and stronger, akin to an unseen hammer striking the planet's core. Thump. Thump. Thump. The earth trembled in response, debris cascading from the chasm's walls, as if the entire planet was awakening to the rhythm of this heartbeat. Lin Xiao hovered above the chasm, his expression placid, his gaze fixed on the unfathomable darkness below. A silent roar erupted within his sea of consciousness. In the next moment, a massive claw composed of countless ochre crystals surged forth from the depths of the chasm. Grasping the chasm's edge, the claw was so immense that a single finger segment rivaled a mountain. Following closely, a grotesque head slowly emerged. It bore no eyes, no mouth or nose, only a vast, spiky visage, at the center of which pulsated a dark red energy core in sync with the heartbeat. This ancient creature, having slumbered for untold epochs, exuded an air of primordial savagery and wrath. It was awakened and decidedly displeased. It locked on to 7:41:39 Lin Xiao, the minuscule insect that had disturbed its slumber. The dark red energy core surged with escalating pulses. The sound resonated as the planet's thin energy converged towards it, dimming even the dull star in the sky. A destructive aura targeted Lin Xiao. In the next instant, a torrent of dark red energy, so robust it defied description, erupted from the center of that visage. The target, Lin Xiao, suspended in midair. Wherever the energy passed, the space was scorched, contorted into dark folds, as even the laws themselves groaned under the unbearable strain. This already fragile planet, confronted by an overwhelming force, bore a deeper scar upon its surface, as the very rocks vaporized upon mere contact with the edge of energy. Lin Xiao, witnessing the apocalyptic torrent of energy poised to engulf him, extended his right index finger and gently tapped the oncoming wave. The cataclysmic energy flow, capable of piercing through celestial bodies, halted abruptly just an inch away from Lin Xiao's fingertip. 7:42:39 Subsequently, it began to recede from the forefront, vanishing in an inexplicable manner, disintegrating into the purest colorless particles that dissipated into the desolate cosmos. It was as though an invisible hand had eradicated the very concept of its existence from the very source. In but a fleeting breath, the raging energy assault dissipated into nothingness. For the first time, within the chaotic consciousness of the ancient beast, the emotion of confusion emerged. It could not fathom why its primal attack had faltered. Before it could launch a counterstrike, Lin Xiao's figure had already materialized above it. He remained as composed as ever, gazing down at the colossal creature beneath him, comparable to a continent. He lifted his foot and gently pressed down. This step, devoid of overwhelming force or rippling laws, conveyed pure power in a manner beyond comprehension. A faint crack echoed. The movements of the celestial beast froze instantaneously. From the point where Lin Xiao's foot made contact, web-like fissures began to emerge across the vast crystalline body of the beast. The cracks spread outwards 7:43:41 in an eerily tranquil manner, enveloping the immense creature that was beyond measure. Each fissure penetrated deeply, tearing through flesh and bone, fracturing every inch of the ancient being's crystalline structure. Another crisp sound followed as more cracks erupted. This time, the fissures began to glow, releasing dark red energy that seeped through the gaps, weaving a magnificent web of light in the silent void of space. A mournful roar erupted from the beast, a lamentation from the depths of its soul. It yearned to struggle, to resist, yet its body was utterly beyond its control. The cracks multiplied geometrically, generating thousands of new ones every second. The dark red energy surged forth like a tidal wave from within it, forming a vast luminescent net across the cosmos. The entire planet was bathed in this energy, casting a crimson hue that even illuminated the distant dim star. The colossal beast's body reached its breaking point. With a thunderous roar, it began to implode from within. First, the dark red energy core pulsated 7:44:42 violently before erupting in a catastrophic explosion. In an instant, countless torrents of energy burst forth from the epicenter, each possessing the power to pierce through stars. Following this, the beast's head shattered into fragments, the ochre crystals transforming into the finest dust, creating a brilliant red nebula in the vacuum of space. The explosion continued to propagate, from the head to the neck, from the neck to the torso, and from the torso to the limbs, this ancient behemoth disintegrated in a spectacular fashion. Each explosion released a tremendous amount of energy, illuminating this long-dormant starfield. The energy swirled and rotated in the void, forming colossal vortices. The planet beneath began to tremble violently. The shockwaves from the beast's explosion crashed against the surface in successive waves, tearing apart the already ravaged earth. Mountains crumbled in the tremors, oceans boiled and evaporated, and the entire planet teetered on the brink of collapse from the aftermath of the explosion. When the last vestiges of 7:45:43 energy dissipated, the once-mighty ancient creature had vanished entirely, leaving only a cloud of sparkling crystalline dust shimmering under the starlight. In the distant cosmos, a silver exploration vessel traveled at sublight speed. Captain, ahead, the C-734 abandoned starfield has detected an ultra-high energy response. The readings have exceeded our measurement limits. The observer's voice trembled from the bridge. What? The bearded captain sprang from his seat, incredulous. How could a dead star, devoid of atmosphere, generate such energy? Magnify the image. On the screen, a dark red planet rapidly approached. They were just in time to witness an unforgettable sight. A diminutive figure suspended in the void, obliterating a celestial beast that only existed in their mythological records with a single footfall. As the ancient creature disintegrated, the energy released set off blaring alarms on their ship's shields. Alert. Alert. Encountering unknown high-dimensional energy impact. Shield energy down by 30%. A profound silence enveloped the 7:46:45 bridge. All eyes widened, transfixed by the image of the figure retracting its foot. What? What is that? A god? Is it a deity? Run. The captain was the first to react, screaming in sheer panic. Activate the curvature engine. Maximum power. Get us out of here. Now. The ship almost instantaneously tore through space, vanishing in a chaotic manner, as if fleeing from some of the most terrifying scourges of the universe. Lin Xiao, having perceived the fleeing vessel, paid it no heed. He surveyed the results of his actions with a satisfied nod. Having become well acquainted with the laws of power, it was time for him to return. Lin Xiao turned, his gaze piercing through the infinite void, as if he beheld that distant and familiar azure planet. Earth. I have returned. Chapter 65. Anxiety. Tony Stark had undergone a profound transformation since the battle of New York. In the underground studio of his mansion, blinding sparks from welding flickered continuously. Tony had not slept for 72 hours, his eyes bloodshot, yet his hands steady as he worked. Three layers of 7:47:46 coffee cups were stacked on the table, pizza boxes carelessly discarded in the corner, and the air was thick with the scent of machine oil and sweat. Sir, you have been working for three consecutive days. I recommend you take a break. Jarvis's voice resonated through the spacious studio. Rest? Will the aliens cease their invasion because I take a break? Tony replied without looking up, his fingers gliding rapidly over the holographic projections, revealing a series of new Iron Man suit designs. Mark 15, Mark 16, Mark 17. The numbers climbing ever higher. Each suit tailored for distinct threats. The sound of high heels echoed from above. Pepper Potts entered the studio, greeted by the all-too-familiar sight. Tony, I know what you're going to say. Tony finally turned around. But I cannot stop. You know, I dreamt of that wormhole again last night. Countless alien ships descended from the sky, and I had only one suit. Pepper stepped closer. It was just a dream. Just a dream? Tony chuckled bitterly. Following the battle, Lin Xiao had revealed the complete truth to them. And it was then he realized 7:48:47 that Thanos would soon arrive. Yet, to spare Pepper worry, he could only falsely claim it was a dream. He pointed at the designs on the wall. Mark 23 is specifically for aerial combat. Mark 24 can operate in deep sea environments. Mark 25. That's enough. Pepper interrupted him. Do you think creating more suits will solve everything? Tony was taken aback. This was the first time Pepper had raised her voice at him. I just want to protect you, to protect the Earth. Who will protect you? Pepper's voice trembled slightly. As you gazed into the mirror, were you still the same Tony Stark? The studio had succumbed to an oppressive silence, interrupted only by the soft hum of machines that served as a reminder of time's relentless passage. Tony yearned to retort, but the words caught in his throat. It had indeed been far too long since he last scrutinized his own reflection, and even longer since he had truly looked in Pepper's eyes. The once gentle gaze was now marred by worry and fatigue. I need time. Tony finally articulated. Pepper nodded and turned to leave, the sound of her heels echoing faintly. Each step resonating like a weight upon Tony's 7:49:49 heart. Mr. Stark, perhaps it is indeed time for you to rest. Jarvis and I can assist you with some simpler tasks. Peng asked, his voice suddenly pierced the stillness of the studio. Tony pressed his forehead, feeling a throb at his temples. I'm fine. No need to worry about me. Have you located Lin? Since the moment the gentleman vanished along with the Tesseract, I have maintained a 24-hour global search, utilizing all satellites and surveillance networks at my disposal. Yet, I have yet to uncover any trace of him. Tony rubbed his forehead vigorously, attempting to alleviate the pain. He hasn't even mentioned our next steps. I should have insisted he finish before staying up all night. Now, at this critical juncture, he has vanished. He rose, pacing the studio. He will not succumb so easily. I believe in him. However, we must prepare for the worst in case he truly Jarvis. What news from Wakanda? Sir, we have established contact with Wakandan diplomats, but their response was vague. They merely stated they would reach out when time permits. As for what Mr. Lin mentioned regarding the Ancient One, I have scoured every database on Earth, 7:50:49 including Shield's classified archives, and found no pertinent information. Jarvis's cold electronic voice intoned. Tony halted, staring at the world map adorning the wall, marked with various danger levels and alien technologies, an overwhelming array of red dots blurring his vision. Lin, time waits for no one. He glanced anxiously at his watch, the countdown indicating less than two years remained until the crisis Lin had foretold. He resumed his seat at the workstation, his fingers flying across the keyboard. Within the opulent halls of Asgard, heavy footsteps echoed. Thor marched down the long corridor, escorting Loki. Both brothers silent. Loki's wrist was adorned with a specially designed restraint, yet a mocking smile lingered on his face. How ironic. Dear brother, Loki suddenly remarked. You went to such lengths to bring me back, only to confine me to a cell. Thor halted, turning to face Loki. You must face the consequences of your actions on Earth. Consequences? Loki chuckled lightly. I merely sought to prove that I am more fit to rule the nine realms than you. 7:51:50 Alas, I lost. You need not prove anything. Thor replied, weariness evident in his tone. You are my brother, and that is sufficient. Loki's smile faltered, a flicker of complex emotion passing through his eyes before he quickly donned his mask of indifference. Brother? A frost giant's brother? Bloodline has always been inconsequential. Thor clenched his fists. What matters are the years we have shared. Huh. In those years, you never saw me as a true brother. Loki retorted, in your eyes, I will always be the one who needs protection. Thor wished to counter, but the words died on his lips. He recognized the truth in Loki's statement. He had indeed been too proud, never truly comprehending the anguish his brother endured. After confining Loki, Thor approached the throne alone. Odin sat upon the golden seat. His single eye fixed intently on his son. Father. Thor knelt on one knee. Rise. Odin commanded, his voice aged yet authoritative. How have you dealt with Loki? He has been imprisoned. Thor replied, still kneeling. Father, my current strength is insufficient. I seek your guidance. Odin raised an eyebrow. 7:52:52 Oh, speak. Thor tightened his fists. The technology of those extraterrestrial invaders exceeds my imagination, and that human named Lin Xiao, his abilities astound me. Were it not for him, Earth may have already fallen. Is that why you seek power? Yes. Thor lifted his gaze, determination igniting in his eyes. I wish to protect the nine realms and those I hold dear. Right now, I am unable to do so. Odin remained silent for a long moment before slowly rising. He approached Thor, scrutinizing his son with his singular gaze. You have changed, Thor. The old you only sought to prove your might. Now you contemplate responsibility and protection. It is Earth that has taught me this. No. Odin shook his head. You have learned to grow. Power is never the most important. What matters is the wisdom with which one wields it. Thor frowned. So, what do you mean? I will teach you new combat techniques, but more importantly, you must learn to control the true essence of the power of Thor. Odin raised the eternal spear, tapping it against the ground. Starting tomorrow, you will undergo the most rigorous training yet. 7:53:53 I am ready. Odin nodded, a glimmer of approval in his eye. Excellent. But before that, go and rest. You appear to be in dire need of sleep. Chapter 66. The Ancient One. Lin Xiao surveyed the outcome of his efforts with satisfaction, nodding in approval. He had become well acquainted with the laws of power. It was time for his return. Turning away, Lin Xiao's gaze pierced the infinite void, as if he could see the distant, familiar azure planet. Earth. I have returned. He waved his right hand through the emptiness. With a tearing sound, a pitch-black rift suddenly split the space, the edges shimmering with silvery light, emanating a disquieting spatial fluctuation. Through the rift, the familiar blue planet could be seen slowly rotating. With another gesture, a section of ground near his base came into view. He stepped into the rift, crossing thousands of light years in a single stride, his form vanishing into the void. A rush of familiar air enveloped him. Such a feeling was long overdue. Moments ago, he had been crushing ancient beasts on a desolate planet, and now he found himself in Earth's gentle 7:54:54 embrace. The stark contrast compelled him to stretch his shoulders. Having spent merely a few days in space, he had already begun to yearn for Earth. Truly, a golden nest or a silver nest cannot compare to one's own humble abode. As if anticipating Lin Xiao's return, a golden portal opened beside him, revealing an Asian man clad in a beige robe, the master of Kamar-Taj. Mr. Lin, the Ancient One wishes to see you. The master said respectfully. Do you have a moment? The Ancient One? Lin Xiao inquired, intrigued. Why would this supreme sorceress, who did not appear during the Battle of New York, seek me out now? Lin Xiao was filled with curiosity, but he recognized the importance of honoring the Ancient One, especially since the Time Stone remained in her possession. He would inevitably have to engage with her. Nodding, Lin Xiao followed the master toward the teleportation array. The golden magic circle began to illuminate, intricate runes swirling in the air, radiating a gentle glow. The space began to warp, the surroundings gradually blurring. In the next moment, the fragrant essence of 7:55:56 Kamar-Taj enveloped him, a delightful blend of sandalwood and ancient tomes. The familiar courtyard of Kamar-Taj came into view. Several apprentice mages were diligently practicing fundamental spells when they noticed the arrival of Lin Xiao and Wong, greeting them with respectful nods. Just as Lin Xiao was about to inquire about the whereabouts of the Ancient One, a familiar voice resonated from behind. You have arrived. The Ancient One stood in the courtyard, her back to the teleportation circle, her figure exuding an exceptional tranquility beneath the setting sun, clad in a simple yellow robe. Her slender frame radiated an undeniable air of authority. Upon hearing footsteps, she slowly turned to face them. Is this the Ancient One? Lin Xiao observed the woman before him, who appeared to be in her 40s with finely chiseled and three-dimensional features that unmistakably bore the marks of European ancestry. Most striking were her eyes, profound enough to seem as if they could pierce through the fabric of time, occasionally flickering with an otherworldly light that made one hesitant to meet her gaze for too long. 7:56:57 Lin Xiao, welcome to Kamar-Taj. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. The Ancient One spoke calmly, her voice soft, yet distinctly reaching Lin Xiao's ears. Ancient One, I have long admired your reputation. Lin Xiao replied with a slight nod, sensing an underlying significance in her words, his mind filled with perplexity. The Ancient One took a few steps closer, smiling as she regarded Lin Xiao, suddenly asking, Lin, is there something about my appearance that seems inconsistent with what you expected? Her words struck him like a thunderbolt. Lin Xiao's mind felt as if it had been shattered like a lake by a boulder. How could the Ancient One possibly know he was a traveler from another world? It was inconceivable, for he had never spoken of this matter to anyone. He was certain that even the Time Stone lacked the ability to uncover his origins. What do you mean? Is your image different from what is perceived in the outside world? Lin Xiao replied, striving to maintain his composure. There is no need for denial. Lin, you are not one of us, the Ancient One stated, her tone remaining light and clear. Taking a deep breath, Lin Xiao 7:57:58 forced himself to remain calm. Since his secret had been unveiled, he saw no reason to persist in concealing it. You are the first person to know of this, he confessed. The corners of the Ancient One's mouth lifted slightly. I understand you have many questions. Rest assured, I will provide you with all the answers. In your world, what kind of person am I? She inquired. Lin Xiao pondered for a moment. A great mage who sacrifices herself to protect the Earth. The Ancient One fell silent for a moment before breaking into a soft laugh. Interesting. Come, let us walk and talk. She turned and made her way deeper into the temple with Lin Xiao following closely behind. Can you first enlighten me about what is happening? Lin Xiao could not contain his curiosity. The Ancient One did not look back. There is no rush. We have ample time. They traversed through an intricately carved archway and entered the main hall of the temple, which was far more spacious than Lin Xiao had imagined. Towering stone pillars supported the dome, and the walls were adorned with a myriad of arcane runes. What do these runes record? Lin Xiao asked casually. They 7:58:58 are protective incantations. Time arrays and confinement arrays, the Ancient One replied. Confinement arrays? Lin Xiao queried, puzzled. The Ancient One continued walking, glancing back at him. I recently inscribed them to counter a certain entity, deliberately enhancing their power. The Ancient One proceeded ahead, and Lin Xiao hurried to keep up as they arrived in a circular chamber, where a stone table sat at the center, adorned with tea implements. With a wave of her hand, the teapot tilted automatically, pouring amber-hued tea into two cups with precision. Please sit, the Ancient One gestured, taking a seat on one side of the stone table. Lin Xiao settled opposite her, lifting the teacup to take a sip. The tea was perfectly warm, infused with a delicate floral aroma. Now, may we speak? Lin Xiao set down his cup, eager to understand the situation. Chapter 67, Revenge and Growth. Shortly thereafter, a mysterious and terrifying terrorist known as Mandarin began launching attacks on a global scale. On the television screen, a bearded Middle Eastern man sat in a dimly lit room, 8:00:00 various national flags hanging behind him. Mr. President of the United States, do you truly believe that hiding in the White House ensures your safety? Mandarin's voice was low and menacing. I will make you understand what true fear is. Tony was in his workshop calibrating the Mark 25's thrusters when the ominous broadcast caught his attention, causing him to frown. Another madman seeking notoriety, he muttered, casually turning off the television and refocusing on his work. However, 3 days later, an explosion rocked a cinema in Los Angeles. Surveillance footage revealed a man suddenly radiating heat and light before detonating like a bomb. The aftermath was horrific. 13 lives lost and 42 injured. Sir, Happy has called. Jarvis interrupted Tony's thoughts. Tony, this is not an ordinary bombing. Happy's voice crackled through the communicator. I was at the scene. There were no remnants of explosives. That man self-detonated. What do you mean? Tony asked, confusion etched on his face. I mean it literally, a human bomb, but not the kind strapped with explosives. Happy paused. I'll continue the investigation. 8:01:01 Something about this feels off. Tony set down his tools. Happy, don't take unnecessary risks. Leave this to the FBI. Don't worry. I'm just going to take a look. Once the call ended, Tony reviewed all surveillance footage from the explosion site. In the seconds before the detonation, the man's skin turned an alarming shade of red, and the thermometer indicated a sudden spike in temperature by nearly 100°. Jarvis, analyze this temperature fluctuation. Sir, according to thermal imaging analysis, the bomber's internal temperature reached 3000° C, far exceeding human tolerance, Jarvis reported. It is impossible for a human body to generate such heat. Tony narrowed his eyes, realization dawning on him. Unless. The ringing of the phone interrupted his contemplation. This is the hospital. Mr. Stark, your bodyguard Happy Hogan has been severely injured in the cinema explosion and is currently in intensive care. Tony nearly dropped his phone. He rushed to the hospital, finding Happy lying in a bed surrounded by tubes, his fury igniting instantly. Doctor, what is his condition? Severe 8:02:03 burns, intracranial hemorrhage. He remains in a coma. The doctor shook his head. It's a miracle he survived. Tony clenched his fists as he approached the bedside. Happy's face was wrapped in bandages, his breathing faint. On the bedside table lay an evidence bag containing the information Happy had gathered during his investigation. Mandarin, is it? Tony picked up the evidence bag. Very well. I accept your challenge. This time, Tony refrained from the dramatic declarations typical of cinematic confrontations, avoiding any overt provocation that might endanger his home. Instead, he was consumed by the urgency to prepare for the inevitable arrival of Thanos. With a formidable goal in sight, he naturally adopted a more composed demeanor. Back in his workshop, Tony delved into a thorough investigation through the clues gathered by Happy. He discovered that all the bombing victims shared a common connection. They had all participated in a human experiment involving a substance known as the Extremis virus. Mr. Stark, I have just detected energy fluctuations identical to those of the Tesseract. I 8:03:03 surmise that the individual has returned. Pengu's voice interrupted Tony's thoughts. Oh, Lin, where is he now? A flicker of a smile appeared on Tony's otherwise troubled face. Mr. Stark, this is what I wanted to inform you. My subsequent investigation has yielded no trace of the individual. That energy appeared momentarily before vanishing. Lin, what has happened to you? Could you have been abducted? Tony pondered, anxiety swelling within him. In the training grounds of Asgard, lightning roiled through the sky like an enraged dragon. Thor, enveloped in arcs of electricity, wielded Mjolnir, which emitted a deep humming sound. His eyes had transformed into pure white, and the lightning surrounding him flowed rhythmically under his command, no longer chaotic as it once was. Excellent. Odin stood at the edge of the training ground, a flicker of satisfaction glimmering in his singular eye. At last, you are beginning to comprehend the true essence of thunder. Thor inhaled deeply, gradually retracting his formidable power. The crackling energy dissipated, and his eyes returned to their usual cerulean 8:04:03 hue. The training he had undergone during this period had transformed him, not merely enhancing his strength, but, more crucially, deepening his understanding of the very nature of the God of Thunder's might. Recently, there have been incursions by marauders in Vanaheim, Odin proclaimed. Go quell them and familiarize yourself with your newfound strength. Yes, Father, Thor replied. In the distance, a valley was engulfed in thick, black smoke. The marauders were setting ablaze the villages of the Vanir, the air filled with the harrowing sounds of screams and roars. There were at least 300 of them. Thor gripped Mjolnir tightly, feeling the surge of lightning coursing within him. These marauders were well-equipped, clearly not mere brigands. A marauder chieftain commanded his men to seize the treasures of the Vanir. He was a towering figure, wielding a battle axe that blazed with emerald flames, exuding a menacing aura. Brothers, take everything of value, the chieftain bellowed. The gold of the Vanir is renowned across the Nine Realms. Thor descended from the heavens, crashing heavily into the midst of the marauder ranks. The ground split open, a 8:05:05 tremendous shockwave hurling the surrounding foes away. It's the prince of Asgard, someone exclaimed in awe. What are you afraid of? He asked but one man. The chieftain raised his axe, declaring, kill him and we shall be rich. Thor rose to his feet, deftly evading a volley of arrows. He extended his right hand, and Mjolnir returned to him with a rush. You have chosen the wrong place to invade. No sooner had he spoken than bolts of electricity erupted from his form. Yet this time, the lightning was not the wild discharge of before. It was meticulously targeted, locking onto each adversary with precision. The first bolt struck three archers, who collapsed instantly. The second bolt shattered the weapons of five shield-bearers. Thor's assault was both swift and exacting, sparing the innocent Vanir civilians from harm. He hurled Mjolnir in a graceful arc, striking the chieftain's axe, which splintered into two. Surrender or perish. Thor's voice was chillingly calm. The chieftain swallowed hard, glancing at his fallen comrades, ultimately choosing to kneel and plead for mercy. "We surrender. We surrender." 8:06:06 The entire confrontation concluded in less than 10 minutes. Upon returning and reporting his success, Heimdall approached. "Thor." Heimdall's voice echoed from the far end of the Bifrost. "You have returned just in time. Jane Foster has gone missing." Chapter 68, The Extremis Virus. Tony returned to his workshop, where all the holographic screens illuminated simultaneously. The clues sent by Happy unfurled before him like pieces of a puzzle. Each fragment pointing to a singular, horrifying truth. "Jarvis, pull up detailed files on all explosion victims." "Completed, sir. A common characteristic has been detected." Tony's fingers danced in the air as dozens of files opened one after another, his brow furrowing deeper with each revelation. "They all participated in human trials. Project codenamed Extremis Virus." "Extremis Virus?" Tony scoffed. "That name doesn't bode well. Jarvis, bring up related technical documentation." Data cascaded before him as he perused it rapidly. His expression grew grave. "Reprogramming human genes to generate extreme temperatures, 8:07:08 granting successful subjects superhuman regeneration and strength. Those who fail they explode. Quite a genius design." Jarvis interjected, "Sir, analysis indicates a success rate of merely 13%." "13?" Tony's voice was laced with fury. "That means 87 out of every 100 would become human bombs. What do these bastards think the innocent populace is?" He slammed his hand on the table, causing the holographic screens to tremble. "Sir, I've discovered a name you might find interesting." A file appeared on the screen, Aldrich Killian. Tony froze. That face was indelibly etched in his memory. The limping scientist who had waited for him on a rooftop in Switzerland 13 years ago. "Killian." Tony seethed. "So, it was you." Memories surged forth like a tidal wave. The disabled scientist, the pitiful figure he had ruthlessly humiliated, had now transformed into the mastermind behind a terrorist plot. "Jarvis, track all his activities. I want to locate their base." Hours later, Tony hacked into Killian's secret lair and established communication. "Killian, stand down." Tony commanded. Killian 8:08:10 appeared on screen. "Tony, you actually found me. But, what do you mean by stand down?" He smiled. "13 years, and I've been waiting for this moment." "Killian, what is the purpose of your actions?" "Purpose?" Killian laughed. "It's all because of you. You ruined my life. I plan to assassinate the President of the United States, then have my partner, the Vice President, take office. At that point, the entire nation will be under my control." Tony clenched his fists. It was unfathomable that such a person still fantasized about becoming president. "Enough of this nonsense. Jarvis, activate all legions. Let us test our equipment on him." "Understood, sir." The sky erupted with a deafening roar as dozens of golden streaks tore through the air. The Iron Legion had finally arrived on the battlefield, but this time, it was entirely different. Each suit had undergone thorough modifications, the exterior infused with the mystical Uru metal provided by Lindy, radiating a faint golden sheen in the sunlight. "Jarvis, how are the performance metrics of the new armor?" Tony inquired while maneuvering Mark 42. 8:09:10 "Sir, the Uru infusion has enhanced armor durability by 247, and energy conduction efficiency has increased by 189." Even more astonishing was the subsequent legion, a fusion of Stark technology and Chitauri forces. Tony gazed at the spectacle above, a complex mix of emotions flickering in his eyes. These mechanical warriors retained the classic appearance of Chitauri soldiers, yet their internal structures had been completely re-engineered. Each unit epitomized the perfect amalgamation of Chitauri technology and Stark Industries precision manufacturing. "Sir, the mechanical Chitauri legion is ready." Jarvis announced. "Biological armor systems are operational, and AI cores are stable." The mechanical warriors donned silver-blue bio-armor, their surfaces pulsating with faint energy patterns. Their movements were fluid and natural, devoid of the stiffness typical of traditional robots. Each was equipped with an upgraded Chitauri weapon system, boasting threefold the power of the originals. The terrorists within the base looked up at the sky, their faces 8:10:11 paling in an instant. "Boss, what are those things?" One henchman trembled. Killian's expression also froze, a thousand questions swirling in his mind. "Did I wander into the wrong theater? Those golden armors are one thing, but what are those clearly non-Earth technologies?" To salvage his pride, he gritted his teeth and commanded, "Activate all Extremis soldiers. Let them witness true power." The Extremis soldiers roared forward, their body temperatures soaring to 3,000°. The air around them warping from the heat. The leading soldier, his fists ablaze with orange flames, charged directly at the nearest suit of armor. Boom. His fist struck the armor's chest plate with tremendous force, sparks flying. Yet, to everyone's astonishment, the golden armor did not even quiver. "What?" The Extremis soldier's eyes widened. His fists could melt steel, yet they were utterly ineffective against this suit of armor. In the next moment, the armored behemoth struck with a sweeping palm, sending the soldier of despair soaring through the air for dozens of meters, crashing through three walls before 8:11:11 finally coming to a halt. "This is impossible." Killian roared into the communicator. "The temperature of the despair virus could melt any metal." On the battlefield, the remaining despair soldiers encountered the same sense of hopelessness. Their once proud high-temperature attacks proved utterly ineffective against the divine armor, and every charge was effortlessly repelled. More terrifying was the mechanical Chitauri legion hovering in the sky. Their energy weapons began to charge, emitting a low, ominous hum. "Target locked." A unified mechanical voice intoned. "Fire." Instantly, hundreds of blue energy beams rained down from above, striking every despair soldier with pinpoint accuracy. These enhanced Chitauri weapons possessed staggering power, and even the virus-enhanced bodies of the despair soldiers could not withstand them. Just as one soldier regained his footing, he was simultaneously struck by three energy beams. His body instantly perforated. He looked down at the gaping wound in his chest, disbelief washing over him as he fell. "This is impossible." Killian stared at the screen, his face ashen. His meticulously 8:12:12 trained legion of despair appeared as mere lambs awaiting slaughter before these enigmatic mechanical warriors. "Is this all?" Tony scoffed. "A mere buffoon." The battle concluded far more swiftly than anticipated. Defeated and despair, Killian watched helplessly as his ambitions and plans for revenge crumbled to dust. Three days later, Tony lay upon the surgical table, the arc reactor delicately extracted from his chest. As the device that had accompanied him for years was removed, he felt an unprecedented lightness. Knowing he needed to be in prime condition for the war that would determine the fate of the universe. Chapter 69, The Aether Particles. In a derelict warehouse in London, Jane Foster was enveloped in a crimson energy, her body suspended uncontrollably in midair. Just as the dark elf ship was about to arrive, a beam of multicolored light descended from above, crashing heavily before Jane. As the radiance dissipated, Thor appeared, wielding Mjolnir and draped in a crimson cloak. Standing protectively in front of Jane, he uttered no superfluous words, merely casting a 8:13:13 glance at her, concern flickering in his eyes. "We must leave." He wrapped an arm around Jane's waist, and as she parted her lips to speak, Thor's hammer soared into the sky, and in an instant, they vanished within the brilliance of the Bifrost. Asgard, the realm of the gods. "What is this?" A coterie of Asgard's foremost physicians surrounded Jane, utterly baffled. They had never encountered such a bizarre energy, one that parasitically resided within a mortal while simultaneously coexisting perfectly with its host. Odin entered the room, and all the physicians immediately bowed in reverence. He waved his hand, signaling them to withdraw, his single eye fixated solemnly on the unconscious Jane, his expression graver than ever. "Aether particles." Odin's voice resonated deeply. "A weapon left over from the dark ages, one of the Infinity Stones." He extended his palm above Jane, a stream of golden divine power probing, only to be repelled instantaneously by the crimson energy. "Father." Thor stepped forward anxiously. "Should Malekith, the dark elf leader, extract the Aether particles 8:14:13 from her, this mortal will instantly perish." Odin retracted his hand, his tone resolute. "And the universe shall revert to darkness." "Then we must strike first before he finds us. Let us eliminate him." Thor tightened his grip on the hammer. "No." Odin firmly rejected. "Asgard shall only defend, not attack. It is a principle. We cannot place the entire realm in jeopardy for one mortal." "She is not merely a mortal." Thor's voice rose in protest. "She is Jane. Moreover, this is not solely for her." He inhaled deeply, striving to quell his emotions, recalling Lin Xiao's earnest warning before her disappearance. "Father, Lin Xiao warned me that a madman named Thanos is collecting the six Infinity Stones, and the Aether particles are one of them. By waiting, we grant Thanos an opportunity. Malekith is merely the beginning." Upon hearing Thanos's name, a flicker of barely perceptible disturbance crossed Odin's single eye. Thor continued. "Soon, the celestial convergence will occur, the realms interconnected, the spatial barriers at their weakest. At that time, we can 8:15:15 harness this power to forcibly extract the Aether particles from her without harming Jane." Odin fell silent, gazing at his son, once a reckless child, now capable of articulating such a meticulous plan. His experiences on Earth had shaped him into a true king. "Very well." After a long pause, Odin finally spoke. "I consent to your plan. You shall lead the charge, guiding Asgard's warriors to proactively confront and decisively end the threat posed by the dark elves." In the dark world of Svartalfheim, Malekith's army stood ready, poised to launch a full-scale assault on Asgard. Suddenly, the sky darkened ominously, thunder rumbling. A mighty bolt of lightning cleaved the heavens as if the axe of the gods had rent the fabric of reality, and Thor descended like a deity, landing heavily before the enemy ranks, the ground beneath him fracturing instantly. "You dark agents here." His voice, though not loud, overshadowed the winds and thunder. Malekith gazed at the solitary Thor as if he had heard the world's most amusing jest, erupting into a hoarse, derisive laughter, raising his 8:16:17 weapon without fear of Thor's approach. However, in the next moment, his laughter ceased abruptly. He beheld Thor's eyes alight with pure white electricity, witnessing the god slowly raise Mjolnir, pointing it skyward. In an instant, torrents of thunder cascaded down, yet unlike before, they did not rage uncontrollably. Each arc of lightning seemed to possess sentience, precisely penetrating the gaps in the armor of every dark elf soldier, unleashing cataclysmic force within them. The dark elves scarcely had time to emit a cry of despair. Their energy rifles still onraised, they collapsed convulsively, their armor glowing crimson from within, wisps of smoke curling upwards. There were no grand explosions, no excessive destruction, only the fallen figures and the sizzle of scorched metal. In the blink of an eye, the entire army transformed into a silent graveyard of steel. Malekith stared in horror at this scene of divine retribution, a tempest of rage and fear contorting his features. He roared, drawing a dagger forged from dark energy, his form becoming a shadow as he 8:17:19 lunged at Thor. Thor stood resolute, Mjolnir poised to meet the oncoming attack. With a resounding clang, lightning clashed violently with dark energy, the ensuing shockwave sweeping away the surrounding dust and remnants of armor. Malekith's assault was fierce and swift, his dagger carving lethal trajectories through the air. Each strike potent enough to rent steel. Yet Thor's defense was impenetrable. Mjolnir seemed alive in his grasp, each block executed with pinpoint accuracy, each swing infused with the might of a thousand storms. Frustrated by his inability to break through, Malekith grew increasingly agitated. He abruptly retreated, channeling all his dark energy into the dagger, unleashing a blade of pitch-black energy that swept forth. Thor advanced rather than retreating, his body spinning fiercely, Mjolnir flying from his hand with a devastating whistle, colliding with the energy blade in a thunderous clash. The dark energy shattered instantaneously, while Mjolnir, undeterred, surged towards Malekith. Malekith's eyes widened in shock, and he rolled his side 8:18:20 in a desperate attempt to evade. The hammer struck the wall behind him, obliterating the entire hillside. Before he could catch his breath, Thor's figure materialized before him like a specter, his hand extending to catch Mjolnir as it returned. With the weight of a thousand storms and boundless lightning, Mjolnir effortlessly shattered the dagger Malekith hastily raised in defense, slamming him forcefully into the ground. The earth trembled as a colossal chasm emerged, and Malekith lay at the bottom, his bones shattered, utterly motionless. The battle concluded within mere minutes. The remaining dark elves, witnessing Thor's prowess as if he were effortlessly cleaving through vegetables, lost their will to fight and soon capitulated entirely. Upon returning to Earth with the assistance of Dr. Erik Selvig and a cadre of scientists, they seized the celestial convergence phenomenon to safely extract the ether particles from Jane Foster's body, subsequently sealing them within a specially crafted vessel. On the throne of the celestial palace, Odin beheld his triumphant son, his single eye brimming with pride and satisfaction. "You have 8:19:22 matured, my child. You have proven yourself not merely as a warrior, but as a worthy king. It is now time for me to pass the throne to you." Kneeling before his father, Thor responded, "Father, I am grateful for your acknowledgement. Yet, until the threat of Thanos is completely vanquished, I cannot rest easy upon this seat of power. The universe still requires a guardian, not a king who languishes in a palace." Odin rose, having anticipated Thor's refusal, and took a newly forged battle axe from the hands of a guard. The axe, crafted entirely from Uru metal, wore a handle formed from an unknown branch, while its blade shimmered with a starlit brilliance. "This is the Stormbreaker, a weapon fashioned by the dwarven king specifically for you. It will significantly amplify your strength, and I have faith that you shall find it indispensable." Thor accepted the divine axe with both hands. Upon grasping it, an immense power resonated instantly with the godly might within him. If Mjolnir had been Odin's test to assess Thor's ability to wield his weapons, then this Stormbreaker was the instrument to elevate Thor to new 8:20:23 heights after his awakening. With his new-found weapon, Stormbreaker in his left hand and Mjolnir in his right, Thor returned to Earth carrying with him the ether particles. In chapter 70, Ancient One and Dormammu. The Ancient One waved her hand, causing a teapot to tilt and amber-hued tea to pour perfectly into two cups. "Please, take a seat," she said as she settled down at one side of the stone table. Lin Shao sat opposite her and took a sip from his cup. The tea's warmth complemented by a delicate floral aroma. "Now, may I inquire?" Lin Shao placed his cup down, his fingers gently caressing the smooth surface. "What is the true nature of this situation?" The Ancient One's gaze remained tranquil as she noted Lin Shao's directness and set her cup aside. "If you agree to one condition, I shall provide you with satisfactory answers to all your uncertainties regarding your origins, and you may also utilize the time stone." Lin Shao's fingers paused. This offer exceeded his wildest expectations. He had anticipated a grueling negotiation or even a fierce confrontation. Yet the other party was so readily accommodating. "What do you 8:21:25 require?" he asked, his vigilance unwavering. "Assist me in thoroughly vanquishing Dormammu." The Ancient One's eyes deepened, revealing centuries of weariness and resolve. "To eradicate him once and for all." Lin Shao remained silent for a moment before replying, "Very well. If that is the case, let us commence at once." The Ancient One rose, waving her hand, causing all the surrounding doors to close automatically. "Now," Lin Shao casually inquired, "what of Stephen Strange? Do you still intend to seek him?" Strange. The Ancient One formed intricate sigils with her hands, and the walls were illuminated by a multitude of glowing runes. A minute rift materialized before them. "Who is he?" Boom. The mere mention of those three words stirred a tempest within Lin Shao's mind. The Ancient One, a supreme sorceress who had glimpsed countless futures with the time stone, and who had acknowledged that only Strange could ultimately prevail, could not possibly be unaware of him. Not only did she know him, but from the moment of Strange's accident, his life trajectory had been under her scrutiny. However, she did not recognize Strange. 8:22:27 This Ancient One was a facade. Almost simultaneously with Lin Shao's realization, the Ancient One smiled. Her smile transformed into a sinister curve, her profound eyes devoid of the golden light, replaced instead by a fathomless darkness and malevolence. The Ancient One swiftly altered her sigils, and a pure, viscous darkness surged forth from her palms, instantly engulfing the entire room. The once golden protective runes etched upon the stone walls blazed even brighter at the moment they met this force. Yet, they were swiftly consumed, supplanted by a bizarre purple-black sigil. The circular chamber morphed into an immense prison, a desolate realm woven from the fabric of dark magic. The barriers of dimensional space were forcibly torn asunder. Outside no longer lay the Sanctum of Kamar-Taj, but a chaotic, shattered vista of the dark dimension. Lin Shao comprehended the truth. The reason the Ancient One was aware of his status as a traveler was that the being him was not the Ancient One, but Dormammu. His revelations could only be interpreted in one manner. Dormammu had exploited the 8:23:28 time stone, repeatedly rewinding time. With each cycle, it conversed with him as the Ancient One, probing and extracting information, ultimately piecing together the puzzle of his identity. Among all entities, only Dormammu, existing within the dark dimension and transcending the concept of the timeline, could retain the memories of each cycle flawlessly during the time stone's regressions. As for Strange, Dormammu cared only for how to invade Earth and consume this dimension. He would never squander energy seeking an heir with the time stone. Thus, he could not possibly be aware of Strange's existence. A perfect logical loop. "You are indeed astute, Lin Shao." A hoarse, overlapping voice, reminiscent of whispers from the abyss, emanated from the Ancient One, utterly shattering the facade. "I have traversed through 970,000 iterations to craft a script that would flawlessly lead you here. However, it is too late for you to realize now." Dormammu's gaze swept over the swirling purple-black sigils, his voice laced with malice. "This binding spell has been activated. Empowered by 8:24:29 my dark laws, you shall not escape. My original plan was to utilize your strength to breach the dimensional barrier left by the Ancient One from within, allowing my complete descent. But now" Dormammu's eyes fixated on Lin Shao, filled with avarice. "I shall slowly erode you with the dark laws, just as I did with the Ancient One, transforming you into a mere vessel. Then, I shall employ your hands to open the gateway to this world." Dark energy began to permeate the spell, imbued with a chilling aura and corrosive whispers, inexorably advancing towards Lin Shao. "Perhaps it is not as simple as you claim." His voice, though soft, clearly overpowered the hum of the spell. Dormammu paused momentarily. "If this spell could truly grant you unfettered power, you would not need to draw me in. You possess the time stone. Without the Ancient One's obstruction, you could open a dimensional portal at will. I suspect this spell is a contingency left by the genuine Ancient One before her demise. Its primary purpose is to ensnare you, is it not? These runes restrict your freedom and suppress most of your powers, correct?" A grotesque 8:25:30 smile appeared on the Ancient One's face. "Even if you have uncovered my ruse, it matters not. After all, time is on my side. Remain here and savor the gradual engulfment by darkness." Chapter 71, Cleansing Hydra. In the frigid metallic corridor, a piercing alarm shattered the profound silence. The red emergency lights spun wildly against the walls, staining every corner with a sanguine hue. A bolt of explosive arrows descended from above, striking precisely at the junction of an automated defense turret. Boom. Flames erupted and metallic shards scattered in all directions. Suspended from the steel beams of the ceiling, Hawkeye coolly retracted his longbow, knocking a new arrow with a flicker of eerie blue electricity at its tip. His gaze pierced through the chaos below, locking onto every moving point of firepower. Natasha, 3:00, two heavy machine gunners. His voice resonated clearly through the tactical channel, reaching his teammates' ears. No sooner had he spoken than a shadowy figure darted from behind cover. Natasha Romanoff executed her movements with no superfluous 8:26:31 gestures. Her body traced an incredible arc amidst the hail of bullets, her Glock handguns unleashing flames in a steady rhythm. Pop. Pop. The foreheads of two Hydra soldiers erupted in crimson blooms, their heavy bodies collapsing backward. Without a moment's pause, she rolled to evade a barrage of gunfire, smoothly sliding into the embrace of a Hydra soldier. He barely registered her face before feeling a jolt in his wrist, a searing pain, as his rifle was wrested from his grasp. In the next instant, the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against his temple. Bang. Natasha utilized the enemy's weapon to extinguish the enemy's life. She discarded the spent rifle and with a flick of her wrist, two bolts of electricity erupted from the Widow's Bite, instantly incapacitating the two advancing foes. Steve, the pressure's too intense on the left flank. Hawkeye's voice rang out once more. Received. A dull thud echoed. A shield forged from vibranium, emblazoned with red, white, and blue, sliced through the air with unmatched kinetic force, crashing into 8:27:32 Hydra's ranks. Wherever the shield passed, chaos ensued. Bodies and horses fell, the sound of shattering bones mingling with anguished cries. The figure of Captain America, Steven Rogers, followed closely behind the shield. Akin to a heavy tank charging at full speed, his fists were harder than steel, each strike accompanied by a whistle as it tore through the air. A Hydra agent attempting to ambush him with a tactical dagger found his arm seized, flipped over his shoulder, and brutally slammed onto the metallic floor, his chest caving in. Another soldier wielding an energy weapon was about to fire when Steven closed the distance, delivering a powerful punch that sent both man and gun crashing against the wall, lifelessly sliding down. The shield rebounded off the wall, tracing a perfect arc back into his hand. Clang. Steven raised the shield before him as a barrage of bullets struck, sending up a shower of sparks, yet he did not budge an inch. Careful. Some troublesome foes are approaching. Natasha observed several soldiers clad in heavy exoskeleton armor emerging from 8:28:33 the depths of the base. Their movements were stiff, their gazes vacant, yet their strength and resilience far surpassed that of ordinary men. Clint. Steven bellowed. Leave it to me. Hawkeye had already locked onto his targets. He withdrew three specially crafted arrows from his quiver, their tips thick and cylindrical. The bowstring was drawn taut. Buzz. The three arrows flew in a formation, not aimed at the exoskeleton soldiers, but rather at the ventilation ducts above them. The arrows embedded themselves into the ducts, instantly deploying grappling hooks that secured their hold. In the next moment, high-frequency sound waves erupted from the arrowheads. The piercing, invisible sonic waves engulfed the entire corridor. Ordinary soldiers experienced splitting headaches, while the control chips within the exoskeleton soldiers emitted tortured shrieks under the intense vibrations. Zzzzz. Electric sparks erupted from the seams of their armor. Several exoskeleton soldiers cradled their heads, collapsing to the ground in agony, completely incapacitated. Opportunity. Steven 8:29:33 surged forward like a tiger descending from the mountain, breaching the enemy's defenses in an instant. Natasha, like a wraith, flanked the enemy's side, her silhouette flickering in the strobe lights, and with each appearance, a Hydra soldier fell. The rhythm of battle was entirely under the control of these three Avengers. 30 minutes later, the last gunfire faded within the central control room. Steven kicked open the heavy alloy door with Natasha and Hawkeye closely following in a combat formation. The room was devoid of life, save for the enormous screen still flickering with the Hydra emblem. This is Black Widow, Natasha panted, pressing the communicator. Target neutralized. Repeat, Siberian base has been cleared. There was a long silence on the other end of the communicator. Moments later, Nick Fury's voice emerged slowly, tinged with a sense of relief. Well done. This was the last one, the last major Hydra stronghold we are aware of. Fury approached the control console, observing the list of S. H. I. E. L. D. personnel scrolling on the screen, over 8:30:34 a third of which had been marked with the vivid red Hydra insignia. His expression was profoundly complex. The origin of all this traced back to that general who arrogantly challenged Lin Shao in the strategy conference room. Fury had exploited that general, following the thread to pry open a glimpse of Hydra's entire infiltration network. One point led to a line, a line unravelled a web. With a thunderous approach, Fury initiated an unprecedented purge within S. H. I. E. L. D. From the top office of the Triskelion in Washington to field stations around the globe, countless high-ranking agents, supervisors, and even council members were simultaneously brought under control. The Hydra influence within S. H. I. E. L. D. was uprooted in this sudden storm. And the scattered remnants of Hydra bases and armed forces around the world were systematically eradicated under S. H. I. E. L. D.'s iron fist. S. H. I. E. L. D. was now a solidified entity. Chapter 72, 8:31:34 The Reality Gem. Avengers Tower, top floor conference room. On the massive holographic projection screen, a dignified black man clad in traditional attire sat upright. Behind him loomed a throne room suffused with futuristic technology. Two female guards wielding vibranium spears standing immobile like sculptures. Prince Challa of Wakanda, Mr. Stark, your proposal, if I may be blunt, is rather fanciful. Challa's voice was steady, laced with a subtle detachment. Wakanda had adhered to a principle of non-interference for centuries. Our people live in peace and prosperity. Why should we involve ourselves in what you suggest could become an interstellar war? Tony Stark interlaced his fingers, resting them on the conference table. The bloodshot veins in his eyes had yet to fade completely, yet his focus was razor sharp. Your highness, I comprehend your concerns. Perhaps the term possible lacks sufficient persuasion. Tony turned slightly and the screen behind him immediately switched to a series of images. The ruins of the New York battle, the Chitauri ships, the colossal Leviathan beasts, and that hauntingly 8:32:35 deep wormhole. But these are not possibilities. They have already occurred. The heroes of that war were the Avengers, yet the devastation wrought was unprecedented. Challa's gaze was piercing. Frankly speaking, your very existence incessantly attracts troubles from the cosmos. Captain America, Steve Rogers, spoke up with his voice forever imbued with integrity and earnestness. We do not come to claim your vibranium, but rather to seek your collaboration in establishing a global defense system. This endeavor is not for America, nor for the Avengers, but for every soul residing on this planet. Challa fell silent, surveying Steve and then Tony. Collaboration? He slowly shook his head. You know nothing of Wakanda, yet you demand we relinquish the very foundation of our nation. Tony met his gaze with unflinching resolve. There exists a purple-skinned madman traversing the universe collecting six gems endowed with the power of creation. His objective is to eradicate half of all life in the cosmos. Madman's ravings, scoffed Okoye, the captain of Challa's guard, from behind him. Is that 8:33:36 so? A bitter smile crept across Tony's lips. The wormhole above New York was opened by the power of one such gem, and that madman is known as Thanos. At the mention of Thanos, Challa's pupils imperceptibly contracted. Though Wakanda remained hidden, it was not isolated from the world. Their intelligence network was far more formidable than the outside world could fathom. This name was not unknown to them. Thanos' army would soon descend upon Earth, targeting the remaining gems. Tony paused, his gaze resolutely fixed on Challa. Should he succeed, you would be left powerless to witness the disappearance of your people, and by then, it would be too late for regrets. A heavy silence enveloped the conference room as Challa's breathing grew labored. We need your strength. Tony's voice bore a weary sincerity. I do not seek your vibranium, rather, I wish to purchase it in exchange for Stark Industries' entire energy technology, artificial intelligence capabilities, and all the future technological intelligence I possess. We shall forge an indomitable armor for Earth. When war arrives, Wakanda will no longer be an isolated 8:34:38 island, but humanity's final bastion. After a prolonged pause, Challa finally spoke. I need to consult with my father and the elders. Certainly. However, I personally, in principle, agree to initiate preliminary cooperation. No sooner had the words left his lips than a brilliant beam of multicolored light erupted from the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if a divine spear had descended from the heavens. Crashing heavily upon the building's helipad, the blinding radiance made everyone squint. As the light dissipated, a formidable figure clad in a crimson cloak, wielding a warhammer and an axe, appeared before them. Thor. Steve was the first to react. The glow of the Bifrost had yet to fully fade when Thor strode into the conference room with great strides. His presence was more powerful than ever. With flickers of lightning coursing through his eyes, the Stormbreaker in his left hand radiated a stellar brilliance, while Mjolnir in his right retained its steadfast weight. Friends, I have returned. He glanced at Challa on the screen, nodding politely, before placing a specially designed container 8:35:38 pulsating with crimson light upon the table. I have brought back the ether particles. Instantly, everyone gathered around. Within the container, the scarlet energy flowed languidly like a liquid as if it possessed life, exuding a twisted and chaotic essence. Merely gazing upon it sent shivers through the onlookers. Is this the Infinity Stone? Tony's eyes sparkled with the fervor of a scientist encountering the unknown. A massive green figure edged forward, cautiously adjusting his glasses perched on his nose. An incredible energy form. It seems to constantly alter its own physical rules, remarked Bruce Banner. His voice gentle and imbued with intellect, starkly contrasting with his Hulk physique. After extensive self-regulation and gamma ray experimentation, he had successfully fused his intellect with Hulk's strength, becoming a new entity, the Green Doctor. It is the reality stone. Thor's tone turned grave. It can turn all fantasies into reality, and it can also render all reality into nothingness. In the hands of Malekith, it nearly plunged the universe back into darkness. Can we use it against Thanos? 8:36:40 Natasha inquired. For instance, to create a weapon specifically designed to counter him? Tony's mind began to race. Or perhaps, to directly alter reality so that he simply does not exist? No, Thor categorically denied. The power of the Infinity Stones is beyond mortal control. To forcefully wield it would only result in being consumed by its might. Not to mention the futility of attempting to use a single stone against Thanos, who would possess the others. The enthusiasm of the group was doused like a splash of cold water. Indeed, they were up against a cosmic overlord poised to gather the Infinity Stones. The atmosphere grew heavy once more. If only Lin Shao were here, Clint Barton instinctively remarked. The statement rippled through the hearts of all present, reminiscent of a stone cast into still waters. They all recalled that mysterious and powerful man who always appeared at critical moments to resolve issues through unimaginable means. But now, he was absent. Pengu, Tony whispered. I am here, Mr. Tony. The voice of Pengu resonated in the conference room. Is there news of Lin? 8:37:41 Mr. Tony, Pengu's voice grew solemn. Since the moment we detected a fleeting energy from the cosmic cube, there has been no further news of him. The record of that energy's appearance seems to have been forcibly erased from time by a higher dimensional power. Erased? Steve furrowed his brow. What does that mean? It means, as if he had never existed at all, Pengu explained. Were it not for my core data being backed up, I might even suspect that energy fluctuation was merely a figment of my imagination. A collective gasp filled the room. The ability to erase a person's existence from time concealed a power that transcended their understanding. Lin, what has he encountered? Tony murmured. The anxiety he had just slightly quelled with the prospect of collaboration with Wakanda now replaced by an overwhelming dread. Silence enveloped the conference room. At that moment, Pengu's voice echoed once more. However, there may be a way to locate him. All eyes converged on the air at the center of the conference room as if they could perceive the invisible artificial intelligence. The reality stone, Pengu stated. Its essence is to distort and 8:38:42 reshape reality. Since Mr. Lin's traces have been erased by a certain force, theoretically, we could harness the power of the reality stone to reverse track the erased temporal traces and recreate the scenes preceding his disappearance. Tony blinked in astonishment. The Green Doctor adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting the crimson glow. To employ one cosmic rule to unravel another cosmic rule is, in theory, feasible. The group exchanged glances, a spark of hope igniting among them.
