The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

The same moment when Captain America was killing everyone.

Interior of Eldon Church, New York.

Klein opened his eyes slightly and felt something in his heart.

Melina looked at Klein and asked, "Lord Faded One, what's wrong?"

"Steve still used sword control, but this time he used it for too long and with too high power. He did not practice spiritual meditation.

I guess he will be annoyed for a while this time..."

Melina nodded slightly: "After this time, he may find you again and ask for some knowledge..."

"Are you so sure?"

"That is the power of a completely new system for him. He will definitely be very curious...and he has already tasted the sweetness..."

Klein crossed his waist and put his feet on the desk.

"What you said makes sense, but whether he comes or not is a matter of time. I still want to deal with the matter here..."

Klein took out a booklet with various candid photos and some handwritten text on it.

"As expected, the paparazzi I spent [-] US dollars on was able to take such a clear picture of Tony."

Klein took out Tony's naked photo, his eyes full of joy.

Melina's brows twitched, obviously puzzled by Klein's hobby.

"Lord Faded One...you...do you like such a man?"

Klein rolled his eyes at her, then handed the photo to Melina, pointed at Tony's chest and said, "Look at it."

In the photo, Tony's chest has several vicious centipede-like black lines extending outward from the central gap.

"This guy is playing with his phone without a blue light film. Now he feels comfortable... He's starting to mutate."

When Melina heard what Klein said, she hurriedly put her newly acquired mobile phone on the sofa far away, and then trotted to Klein's side.

"What a joke, he wore that nuclear reactor for a long time. It's probably caused by nuclear poisoning or radiation..."

Klein clicked on the photo, his eyes unconsciously drifting to the ceiling.

"I need to add fuel to the fire and let him know the healing methods of the Elden Church..."

.......

The next morning.

After Tony got up, he stretched.

But suddenly there was a pain in his chest, which made him take a breath.

Then he reached out and covered his chest.

"Jarvis, start recording..."

[Record is on! 】

"After replacing the fourth-generation solar furnace reactor, I began to feel a clear tingling sensation in my chest. The spread of radiation became slower, but the radiation symptoms never diminished."

"After taking the special herbal liquid, the levels of heavy metals in the body remain high..."

[Sir, do you need me to help you plan your afterlife? 】

"You...hey...you can plan a few plans..."

Tony tried too many times during this period, but was unable to find a suitable alternative material as the basic raw material for the nuclear reactor.

He also knew that the solar furnace on his chest could be replaced only by harmless pure green "nuclear energy" from outside the earth.

Everything else cannot be replaced.

Or... there's a completely new element, one that doesn't exist on the periodic table...

He has been reading various materials recently, and he has a vague idea of ​​inspiration.

But I just can't find the real answer.

According to Jarvis' calculations, he had less than a year to live at most.

"Jarvis..."

[Sir, I’m here! 】

"Put the funeral aside for now, help me plan a warm party, and remember to invite my good friend Rod.

By the way, all the famous people in New York are invited..."

[Okay sir! 】

[Wait a minute, sir, I received a letter from the Chinese Medical Association! 】

"Think about it."

[Dear Mr. Stark...We already have ultra-high-precision shrapnel removal technology that can remove the remaining shrapnel from your body...]

"It's useless to eliminate it. I don't have a life-support device on my chest now. I will die in a few minutes..."

Tony knocked on his chest. This thing was both an antidote and the Sword of Damocles hanging above his head.

[Then I won’t be in a hurry to reply. 】

"Ah."

Tony didn't expect that Jarvis would help him decide not to reply in a hurry. This guy is getting smarter and seems to have some ability to think for himself...

But now Tony doesn't care about Jarvis's mood, he is thinking about how to survive...

"Those New York magician legends..." Tony suddenly thought.

[Sir, the company has sent more than 50 specially appointed researchers. They are all world-class detectives. However, they have collected a large amount of folklore and legends, but they cannot find the so-called magician...]

"But in the hidden files within the company, I clearly saw the process of those magicians casting spells. How can I contact them? Maybe only they can help me with this disease..."

[Sir, in the recent network resource library, I found some special videos on the dark web. 】

"Damn it, I'm not in the mood to watch those disgusting and bizarre videos right now!"

[Don’t get me wrong, I found a helpful video for you. 】

A video projection of Jarvis appears in the house.

In the screen, it is the scene where Captain America comes into contact with Klein, who is wearing a mage robe.

The next second, Captain America's shield was able to float and fly, and his wounds were healed by Klein.

"Cure?"

In the video, the American team is covering the wound, obviously suffering a lot of injuries.

After all, this old popsicle has a strong willpower. Unless it's some really painful injuries, he won't even frown.

[Yes, it’s a cure with almost no side effects! 】

"Isn't this the same special genetic factor injection as that of the mutant called Wolverine?"

[Sir, what is shown in the picture is an obvious supernatural spell-casting process. No matter how much you believe in science, you have also watched magician-related movies when you were a child, right? 】

"Um...."

Tony stared at the screen.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his chest. Just by touching it, he felt a slight pain of needle pricks in his chest.

"Calculating, find this guy wearing a bishop's clothes!"

[Calculating...their location is ***]

"What? How do you know?"

[This is a small mutual aid center composed of veterans. Most of its members are elite special forces, and most of them work at the 'Cthulhu Resource Recovery Company'. 】

"I'm not interested in these big-headed soldiers' stories, let's get to the point!"

[This is a recent photo of them, and this is a photo of them a year ago! 】

In the photo taken a year ago, some people are still missing hands and feet.

But now their limbs are intact and they are standing together vigorously.

Many people wear gold and silver, and they feel a lot bigger.

"Shet, what's going on?"

[When you communicated with Fury before, he proposed an Avengers plan, and the content of the plan was actually related to him. 】

When the word "he" is said, Jarvis projects a picture of "Kline".

"This guy? Why does he look so familiar..."

Jarvis pulled up previous surveillance records containing Klein's figure.

During the battle with Iron Overlord, the video showed Klein hiding outside the coffee shop.

"It's him?"