Master of the Marvel Universe

"We put the world in front of our eyes, and our inherent cognition and way of thinking limit our ability to reach deeper meanings. Why is this happening? Probably because of the conventions that have been established for too long, the terrible inertial thinking! Blocking in front of us, Like a tiger blocking the road, we are in awe, we are afraid, we don’t even dare to look directly at it, so naturally, we choose to forget it, ignore it, and treat it as if it has never appeared or existed.”

"So it becomes a shackle that restricts our progress."

"When it breaks, all we lose are our chains, and we gain the entire universe."

Howard Stark discovered something amazing in his laboratory.

As a scientist and scientific genius who stands at the top of the pyramid in this world, there are very few things that can trouble him. He is young and rich, and Stark Industries has accumulated hundreds of billions of wealth. He is extremely talented and has been developed by his hands. His brand-new technology was decades ahead of the times. He left almost all his contemporaneous scientists far behind. They couldn't even figure out the principles of many of Howard Stark's inventions. They were different from Howard Stark. The difference between grams is compared to that of a firefly to a bright moon.

Until today, he has discovered an astonishing number of microscopic particles in the laboratory. If it were not for his innate strong intuition, he might have ignored the extremely subtle traces.

"I swear, this kind of matter has never existed before. It simply violates the laws of physics." Howard hit his forehead with his hand, looking at the analyzed data, with a look on his face that he had seen a ghost: "I find the world is getting crazier."

"I originally thought that the Pym particles discovered by Hank Pym were something that completely broke the physical rules of the universe. I didn't expect that these material Pym particles are even more exaggerated now. This has gone far beyond the scope of physics. It is simply magic...right? Wrong, it’s magic!”

Howard Stark seemed to have met a beauty that made his blood boil. He continued to operate the experimental table in high spirits. Atom-level particles were spliced ​​together in his hands. Suddenly there was a loud bang and the test bench exploded. The flames rose and burned down the entire experimental platform in a blink of an eye.

"No. 16 microscopic particle splicing experiment failed."

After changing the experimental location, Howard changed into a heavy insulating suit. "The No. 17 microscopic particle splicing experiment has begun. Jarvis, you will continue to be responsible for monitoring the data."

"No problem, Mr. Howard." Howard's loyal butler Edwin Jarvis stood aside and focused on helping him monitor the experimental data.

The movements of the hands of experiments involving the microscopic particle level must be meticulous. If there is a slight mistake, all previous efforts will be wasted. When Howard devotes himself to his work, the frivolous temperament of a playboy is gone. His eyes are sharp and tough, and he can easily Understand the problem.

Two hours later, Howard took a deep breath, and sweat oozed from his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye. Jarvis monitored the test data: "This time it is very stable, and there is no violent reaction like in the past."

As the last step was completed, a trace of fire suddenly appeared in the empty test tube on the experimental platform, burning slowly, gradually growing in size, and finally evolved into a bunch of flame flowers swaying and dancing in the fully enclosed test tube.

"It's amazing, Jarvis, have you seen it?" Howard picked up the test tube and brought it to Jarvis. The swaying flame flowers in the test tube emitted amazing heat, and the fiery red light reflected on Jarvis' face, which was warm. The heat rushed to my face.

"Yes, I saw it. Mr. Howard, what is this? Is it fire?" The flame was burning in the test tube and seemed to never go out. "This doesn't seem to make sense."

Howard's face darkened. He pretended to be calm and showed off in front of Jarvis, "To be precise, flame is a state or phenomenon. It is the phenomenon of light and heat being released when combustibles and combustion accelerants undergo an oxidation reaction. Flame combustion requires Oxygen, but Jarvis, you see, the oxygen in the test tube was not consumed at all by the burning of this flame."

"That is to say, this flame is not a so-called state or phenomenon, but... matter, my God! It's so crazy! The laws of physics don't apply to it at all. If an explanation is forced, I would rather Call it magic, yes, magic!”

Jarvis said with a serious smile, "Sir, you are a scientist."

Howard shrugged carelessly, "Newton was also a scientist back then, as were Galileo and Daphne, but the world is not as simple as it seems on the surface, isn't it? The Brotherhood was destroyed due to civil strife, and the remaining Sky Shield was like mud. I even covered it up He cooperated with the dealer Indiana Jones and borrowed the things he brought from the east in order to resurrect the Holy Shield. To be honest, now I really want to bury him in the desert of Nevada."

"If it weren't for the sake of his father being a member of the Brotherhood, I would definitely do this! He has long forgotten all the teachings left by the ancient sages. As a descendant of the Holy Shield to prevent the world from ending! He How dare you dig up the remains of those invaders who we expelled and destroyed one by one in the long history."

"Sir, Area 51 is in the desert of Nevada. Even if you bury him in the desert, the military will rescue him. The officials in Washington can no longer restrain their temper and have begun to focus on strategic science." The Reserve Corps is mixed with sand, do you need to warn them?" Jarvis took the test tube from Howard, carefully placed it in the safe, and then asked.

Howard took off his heavy insulating suit and took out a towel to wipe his sweaty head, "No, let the officials in Washington continue to do it. The Strategic Scientific Reserve Corps is just a filter to find the members we need, the real shield." It’s not time to build yet.”

The round safe clicked shut, and the indicator light turned blue. Jarvis handed the palm-sized round safe to Howard, "Sir, I think you need to know another piece of news. Recently, a man named The secret organization of the Clock Tower Mage Association, many powerful people in the consortium have joined, and they have considerable influence in Washington."

Looking surprised, Howard seemed to think he heard wrongly. His mustache trembled a few times and he suppressed a smile: "Mage Association? Jarvis, you mean this is an association composed of magicians? Well, I have never I found that you have this talent for joking, but I have to admit that you did make me laugh. Did you get inspiration from what I just said? "

Jarvis walked to the door of the laboratory, took out his briefcase from the shelf, pulled out a stack of photos, spread them out on the table, and said with great certainty: "Although it is not yet clear whether it is magic, but it is somewhat certain that they do have it." It has technology, or capabilities, that far exceeds the current era.”

Howard looked around.

A black and white photo of a barrel of thunder falling from the sky that was a thousand meters long and covering the entire port came into his sight.

The second photo I saw was of countless tiny black lines that were extremely blurry at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters.

Howard's expression changed when he saw the second picture.

/46/4ml