American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Without dwelling too much on it, Nick, having learned the latest intelligence on the Nine Realms from Luke, felt the pressure on his shoulders increase severalfold. Previously, he only needed to worry about the safety of this planet, but now? He even had to worry about the situation in other extraterrestrial regions. What was even more frustrating was that he couldn't intervene in the extraterrestrial situation at all.

According to Luke, the Dark Elves' goal was to plunge the Nine Realms back into eternal darkness. Nick wasn't sure what kind of darkness it was, but he was very clear that it definitely wouldn't be a good thing for humanity!

Whether from a threat perspective or from the perspective of mutual interests and relationships, Asgard was still undoubtedly their staunch ally. Nick could only pray that King Odin and Thor would be able to solve the big problem of the Dark Elf alliance. Otherwise, once Asgard fell, Midgard would inevitably fall into becoming a battlefield. If that worst-case scenario were to happen, it wouldn't be as simple as the Chitauri invasion.

Nick was heavy-hearted, and the good mood he had accumulated when leaving Osborn had vanished. He also needed to consider whether to take the opportunity to formulate a few more regulations on extraordinary equipment transactions. Although he couldn't figure out whether Luke's words "What Osborn and them do has nothing to do with Hebron" were approval or sarcasm, he did point out a reality that might, or rather, would inevitably occur in the future.

He couldn't have too high expectations for the moral bottom line of these Osborn merchants. As long as there was profit and no restrictions, they would really dare to openly sell those extraordinary equipment. As for the big picture, they probably couldn't think that far.

In fact, even if restrictions were introduced, Nick couldn't guarantee that no one would violate the regulations in private. Now he could only hope that the Dark Elves' forces really looked down on Midgard and didn't think it was worth wooing.

But being prepared for a rainy day, Nick needed to not only plug loopholes but also prepare for the worst. That was that the flames of war would eventually burn to Midgard. In that case, their time would be somewhat tight. The previous plan, if not completely overturned and restarted, would need to have its focus changed.

At the very least, they needed to raise their overall strength during this precious time? Hebron's Hell series equipment and the extraordinary equipment of giants such as Osborn Industries all needed to be ordered.

Wasn't it just a loan?

Borrow!

Nick had made up his mind. Whether he could repay it or not was a matter for the future. If everything was calm in the future, then naturally everything would be fine. If something huge really happened in the future, leading to the complete destruction of Midgard or him and S.H.I.E.L.D., then fine, let whoever cared about the loan deal with it.

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Stark Tower.

Stark Laboratory.

"I knew it, I'm a genius!" Tony Stark looked at the tube of emerald liquid in his hand with great excitement, his eyes full of intoxication.

"Cough cough!" Bruce Banner, who was next to him, couldn't stand it anymore and coughed heavily to show his presence.

"Okay, okay, the genius also includes you, Doctor." Tony, interrupted from his intoxicated mood, glanced at Dr. Banner next to him and generously divided some of the honor.

"This is too crazy. You know, when you proposed that idea, I always thought you were joking." Dr. Banner's heart was also full of joy. For researchers like them, there was nothing more surprising than seeing an idea being researched and manufactured by them! Especially when a result that was almost a fantasy for current technology was realized in their hands, the sense of accomplishment was doubled!

"I never joke about research." Tony raised his head slightly. He didn't care about other people's praise, but he still cared about the affirmative evaluation of geniuses like Luke and Banner who could be compared to him.

"Next is the moment to verify it. What are you going to do next?" Dr. Banner didn't care about Tony's arrogance and smugness. He had been squatting in Stark Tower for so long, and he was used to Tony's character. He might have been a little unaccustomed to it earlier, and even a little dissatisfied with Tony's arrogance and sarcasm, but after becoming friends, Tony, who had restrained his sarcasm, was not annoying. At least that was the case for Banner, the master of emotional control.

"Next? Of course, it's a personal experiment." Tony replied as a matter of course.

"Wait a minute, personal experiment?" Dr. Banner was a little surprised, gesticulating with his hands, and said in a shocked tone: "You mean, you personally inject it into your body for the experiment?"

"Otherwise? Do you want to inject it into your body, Doctor? There's already a Hulk in your body." Tony asked back.

"I think you should be more cautious. Believe me, if something goes wrong, your future will be trapped in a long period of remorse and self-blame. Just like I once was." Dr. Banner used his own experience to remind Tony to be careful.

"We've been very cautious. It was created by our two top brains together, seven-three, I'm seven and you're three. We've done it to the extreme. In the short term, I don't think we can improve it anymore." Tony shook his head. He was now in the same state of mind as when he was researching and manufacturing Mark One and Two, the whole process was done entirely by himself, and he only trusted himself, believing that only what he had personally adjusted and corrected was the most suitable for him.

"What about Luke? Why not let him take a look? Maybe he can give us some ideas we haven't thought of." Seeing that he couldn't get Tony to change his mind, Dr. Banner turned his mind and pulled Luke out, suggesting.

"Luke?" Tony hesitated for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "He will know, but not now! I'd rather take the finished product to show him directly."

"Are you really decided?" Banner was a little headache about Tony's stubbornness.

"Don't worry, buddy. Have faith in the crystallization of our two technologies!" Tony smiled confidently, "We don't have many resources in our hands. A lot of previous research has been wasted. The remaining resources are not enough to manufacture another one. What's more, it has been blessed with data dimension calculation. At least it is qualified. Above gold, the quality is extremely high, isn't it? According to the data dimension's judgment standards, although this level of quality may still have flaws, its effect is real."

"Do you remember? We have already conducted a virtual test in the data dimension. According to the steps with the highest success rate calculated by the data dimension, that test was very successful! Based on our understanding of the data dimension, if there is no problem with the virtual test, then there is basically no problem with the real test if the same steps are replicated. So this kind of unwarranted worry is completely unnecessary. We must believe in the reliability of the data dimension and our own technology."

"Okay, I can't persuade you. Just make sure you're not making a decision on a whim." Dr. Banner spread his hands helplessly, stopped persuading, and began to check the process recorded by Jarvis with Tony again.

After comparing and checking the data of Jarvis and the data dimension, Tony, who found no abnormal omissions, raised his eyebrows at Dr. Banner again and said smugly: "See, I knew there was no problem."

"Jarvis, prepare the injection process." Tony instructed Jarvis.

After speaking, Tony took the initiative to walk to a metal seat in the laboratory. After sitting down in the seat, two mechanical arms next to him thoughtfully fastened the restraining straps to his limbs. Emergency life support facilities were also activated at the same time. Under Tony's eloquent instructions, Jarvis's numerous mechanical arms moved back and forth around the experimental table and Tony's chair, carrying various equipment.

Finally, Tony replicated every step of the virtual test in his mind, and after every preparation, only the last, and also the most crucial step that directly determined success or failure, remained.

"Come on, inject a dose of ten milliliters first." Tony opened his mouth, and a mechanical arm thoughtfully inserted a very tough mouthguard. Another mechanical arm picked up the injection gun containing the tube of emerald liquid and gently pierced Tony's right arm skin.

Ten milliliters of dose was injected.

Dr. Banner not far away clenched his fists, staring at the direction of Tony. He also believed that the probability of failure of this experiment was extremely small, but knowing was knowing, and it did not prevent him from feeling nervous for Tony.

According to the program set by Tony before, one minute later, on the premise that his vital signs were detected to be healthy, the second injection came as scheduled. This time it was thirty milliliters. Only the last sixty milliliters of liquid remained in the injection gun, which was the last injection.

Different from the calmness of the first injection, the reaction brought by the second injection was that Tony's body began to twitch slightly. Under the observation of the instrument next to him, Dr. Banner could vividly see Tony's real-time body detection data. The fluctuation of the data fluctuated greatly. At this time, Tony also hunched up his body, making a muffled "ho ho" sound in his mouth. The two arms, which were tightly bound by the straps, showed a pale, bloodless color on the surface of the skin and the bones of the knuckles because of the extremely hard grip.

Tony felt like his body was burning, and he was soaking in magma. The burning pain made him groan uncontrollably, but he understood from the virtual test in the data dimension that this was what he had to endure to move towards success. He could feel that his body was undergoing a world-shaking change, just as he had set it up!

Ten minutes passed.

Tony's condition gradually stabilized. At this moment, he was like someone who had been fished out of the water, covered in sweat, and his wet hair stuck to his forehead in strands, looking very embarrassed.

Anyone who saw Tony at this moment could see that his condition was not very good, but he himself was full of joy. He had already taken the most crucial step and persevered.

Jarvis injected the corresponding high-concentration nutrient solution for Tony in an orderly manner according to the procedure steps, and used the longevity potion obtained from Luke to restore his state, and then started the third injection, which was also the last injection.

Boom!

His mental consciousness seemed to be separated from his body. Tony had felt that omnipotent state in the data dimension before, and now he finally felt it in reality. And this time it was not just that short moment, as long as he wanted, it would be permanent!

He felt that he had become the monarch of virtual data and machinery! Without any external devices or Jarvis's assistance, he could easily enter every server in reality. Yes, not intrusion, but entry!

Some places that were considered strictly guarded firewalls and protections had no protective effect in front of him. He was like a ghost living in the network, and the real network was his playground. Not only Jarvis, but when necessary, he could even mobilize the computing power of all computers and servers within a certain range.

And he mastered the ability to control metal, decompose it into materials, and re-synthesize and assemble it according to his own design! He no longer needed to prepare finished Mark suits everywhere he went. He also didn't need to worry about the Mark suit on his body being damaged in battle and his combat power being greatly reduced, leaving him at the mercy of others.

As long as there were metal materials around, and with mental permission, he could regard himself as a mechanical perpetual motion machine. And he no longer needed to painstakingly worry about the Mark suit's limited space and not being able to install too many weapons or other equipment.

He could upgrade his Mark suit at any time during battle, change the function of his Mark suit at any time, and manufacture specific corresponding equipment according to the situation at any time. Just like Luke on the Chitauri battlefield!

Wait?

Crap!

Stark couldn't help but curse in his heart. He, who had always been immersed in feverish research thinking, had always ignored such obvious information! This looked very much like a replica of Luke's technology!

Although Stark was clear that there were technical differences between the two, they achieved the same goal by different routes. In the eyes of ignorant fools, the similarity between the two was almost 100%, with no difference.

This made Stark's high emotions due to the success of the real experiment drop several levels in an instant. How could he ignore such an obvious problem?

Seeing the metal chair under Tony instantly turn into a cloud of metal mist and pounce on Tony to form a new Mark suit, Dr. Banner walked forward with joy and congratulated Tony: "Congratulations! You succeeded, Tony! In the future, you alone will be an intelligent and automated arsenal! The Mark suit series will enter an era of rapid change."

"Didn't you notice anything wrong?" The face mask was lifted, and the Mark suit on his body turned into a cloud of black metal particles, turning into a black suit and wearing it on Tony's body. He didn't show too much joy at Banner's congratulations, but instead said a little sullenly.

"Is there anything wrong? The experiment was very successful!" Dr. Banner was very puzzled by Tony's abnormal emotions. He spread his hands and looked at Tony helplessly, asking back.