American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

"…According to our newspaper, witnesses reported a fierce battle at Culver University the other day, between a steel giant and a green giant…"

"…Culver University is currently in chaos. Several students witnessed the battle firsthand. However, due to a lack of evidence, the school board has denied these claims…"

Hebron Technologies.

White Queen played the latest news reports she could gather about the battle, deleting duplicates before showing them to Luke. Of course, with the military having made preparations beforehand, these reports were mostly verbal accounts from reporters. The only evidence presented was the fact that there were indeed traces of a battle at Culver University, but no recorded footage of a fight between a steel giant and a green giant.

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Students' cell phones and electronic devices had mostly been screened, so even if there were any recordings, they would only be in the hands of General Ross's side. Fortunately, this didn't stump Luke. He currently had all the battle data and footage from the Iron Titan fight. Moreover, if things went as expected, Nick Fury from S.H.I.E.L.D. would soon be sending the damaged Iron Titan over to Hebron for repairs.

After all, it was a multi-billion dollar toy. Unless it was completely scrapped, there was no way they would abandon it after just one fight.

The data he could collect then would be even more realistic and intuitive.

Of course, before the repairs, he would have to squeeze some benefits out of Nick Fury. After all, Fury had violated the Iron Titan service contract with Hebron.

As for the Hulk inside Dr. Bruce Banner?

Luke said he had nothing to say. Because these kinds of accidental super mutations, which looked like scientific accidents, were actually beyond the realm of science.

For example, a Hulk created by a simple scientific accident wouldn't be that difficult to deal with. What was difficult to deal with? What was difficult to deal with was whether he had that unreasonable ability to evolve and become infinitely stronger. As for things like immortality and powerful abilities approaching conceptual rules, these seemed to be standard features of scientific accidents in this world, according to his memory.

Although Luke would also be somewhat unscientific in the future, he didn't want too many people to be unscientific like him. Or rather, too many people who were unscientific and not under his control.

…

Galaxy.

Planet Tarta.

A raccoon and a tree man sat at the foot of a mountain. One had his eyes closed, as if contemplating something, while the other gazed at the planet's sunset. Behind them was a small, silver-white spacecraft.

"Groot!" The tree man sprouted a flower from the ground, plucked it, and handed it to the raccoon beside him.

"I told you, Groot! Now is my time to pray to God! Don't bother me during this time!" Rocket Raccoon opened his eyes, looked at the flower in front of him, and said with some exasperation.

"I am Groot!" The tree man replied, sounding aggrieved.

"I'm not blaming you. When I needed help the most, God answered me! Do you understand? He freed me from that place!" Rocket had to temporarily interrupt his daily prayer, spread his hands helplessly, and comforted the tree man, who had become depressed.

"I am Groot." The tree man raised his head and gestured with his fingers.

"I don't care if he's a good god or a bad god! He saved me and let me out of that abandoned half-world. He hasn't brought me any harm yet, and instead has made my brain more flexible." Rocket could always understand what the tree man wanted to say from his repetitive words and answer accordingly.

"I am Groot!"

"You want to pray to God too? Okay, okay, it's always good for God to have another believer." Rocket muttered a few words, took the flower from Groot.

"I am Groot?"

"Don't ask me who God is! I don't even know who he is! I only know that it's like a black, illusory seed. If I had to give him a name, I'd call him the Creator?" Rocket hesitated at the end. God's ability seemed to be giving him inspiration and the talent to create machines. He had solved the troubles of the half-world with this and was able to get rid of his responsibilities and start sailing.

"I am Groot!"

"I don't have that seed anymore, and I don't know where it came from. I don't think it's suitable for your race." Rocket looked the tree man up and down. This was the partner he had found after wandering the stars. Of course, it could also be said that he was a mercenary. They had cooperated several times and worked together quite well. So, at Rocket's suggestion, the tree man joined his space pirate team and became his exclusive mercenary.

"I am Groot!"

"What does God like? You want to cater to his tastes?" Rocket pondered for a moment.

"I am Groot!" The tree man nodded heavily.

"I'm not God, how would I know?" Rocket replied irritably, but immediately, he rested his chin in his hand and pondered, "It seems, maybe, possibly, perhaps, God likes money like me? I had no concept of money before, but after merging with that black seed, money seems to have become my pursuit?"

"I am Groot!"

"Of course, I know God isn't that shallow. But how can you buy energy without money? How can you build machines? How can you soothe the wonderful inspirations in my mind? Only money can let me sleep peacefully! Do you understand, Groot?" Rocket said unceremoniously.

"I am Groot?"

"Besides money? Maybe it's energy, maybe it's knowledge, but none of that has anything to do with you." Rocket stood up from the ground, stopped praying, and walked towards the spacecraft. "Let's go, we still have a few big jobs to do! After we finish, we'll have money to upgrade the Hoggoth!"

"I am Groot?"

"Pray? You need to be more flexible, Groot. When you have work to do, you can throw prayer to the back of your mind and delay it." Rocket waved his hand. "Besides, prayer requires sincerity, and I was disturbed today."

"I am Groot!"

"Who said I pray by sleeping? You can't doubt my devotion to God!"

The voices of the two gradually disappeared into the air.

…

Large Magellanic Cloud.

Kree Empire Homeworld.

Kree Empire Aristocratic Council.

"The Supreme Intelligence's recent computational load and energy consumption have increased significantly. What is the reason for this?" An elderly Kree asked.

"The Supreme Intelligence answers that everything is correct."

"It is collecting and manufacturing more energy."

"I think the Supreme Intelligence has been somewhat abnormal recently."

Voices of concern sounded.

"The Supreme Intelligence is the core of the Kree Empire's development to this day. It cannot suffer any accidents."

"Then what should we do? We probably don't have much authority over the Supreme Intelligence now."

"Let's observe for a while."