In this "wind-swept grassland where cattle and sheep appeared" in underdeveloped Africa, a high-tech city lay hidden among the trees.
From time to time, people could be seen walking toward the trees in front of them. Under normal circumstances, they should have collided with the trunks, but the next second, they vanished on the spot.
This was Wakanda's outward-facing "trick of the eye," a camouflage shield that completely enclosed Wakanda's modern city.
Wakanda's central hall.
"Your Majesty, the Jabari Tribe seems to be stirring. We've already sent people to investigate."
A bald woman knelt on one knee, reporting on Wakanda's affairs to the middle-aged man seated on the throne.
This middle-aged man was T'Chaka, Wakanda's reigning king and the current Black Panther.
In Wakanda's history, only the king could hold the position of Black Panther. Once a person became king, they could take Wakanda's unique Heart-Shaped Herb and gain abilities at the peak of human potential.
Captain America and Black Panther had much the same constitution; both were peak humans.
"Hmph, it's just the Jabari Tribe. Dad, I really don't know why we still keep them around. They've always been at odds with the other four tribes. Why not let me lead a team to wipe them out?"
Before T'Chaka stood a young man in his early twenties. He was his son, T'Challa.
"T'Challa, how many times have I told you? We will never be the ones to start a war," T'Chaka said, his expression utterly stern. "If nothing unexpected happens, you should be the next king. But as a monarch, you must think of the people. Starting a war is not something we should do."
"Yes, Dad..." T'Challa lowered his head. Suddenly, a burst of crisp applause came from somewhere in the hall, followed by a soft chuckle.
"Well said. As expected, no ordinary person could sit in that position."
The voice came without the slightest warning. Though the words were perfectly ordinary, the guards around T'Chaka instantly bristled. They hurried over and raised their spears to protect him, pointing them in a certain direction.
There, a young man was entering the hall with a beautiful woman. One was Asian and the other white, yet there were no races other than Black people in Wakanda.
Nor did people of any other race live in Wakanda. The two had appeared as if out of thin air, without anyone knowing.
These two were naturally Han Yu and Wanda, who had come from New York. For them, entering Wakanda was as easy as strolling through an empty field; it posed no difficulty at all.
Seeing the way they had appeared, even T'Chaka's pupils involuntarily contracted. Despite his own perceptive abilities, he had been completely unaware of Han Yu's arrival.
"Who are you? How did you get in?"
T'Chaka rose to his feet as he asked. The reason he had not yet ordered the guards to arrest the two was that they were dressed very simply; one look was enough to tell whether they had weapons.
Han Yu chuckled. "My name is Han Yu, and this is Wanda. We're from A Certain General Store. King T'Chaka, we've come to make a deal with you."
Hearing the peculiar store name, T'Chaka asked in confusion, "A deal? What kind of deal?"
Han Yu glanced around and said, "There are too many people here. Could we find somewhere quiet to talk?"
T'Chaka hesitated. The way they had appeared was far too unnerving; going somewhere else with him just like that would be rather dangerous.
While T'Chaka was still hesitating, he heard his son T'Challa snort coldly. "Invaders dare to make demands? We'll arrest you first and question you properly about how you got in!"
With that, T'Challa charged forward. Though he had not yet been able to take the Heart-Shaped Herb, he had already undergone systematic training for years. In a fight, T'Challa would not lose to some elite soldiers still on active duty.
As T'Challa came charging at him, Han Yu kept the same faint smile on his face and merely had Wanda let go of his arm.
T'Challa rushed up to Han Yu and drove his fist forward with a sudden burst of strength. His hard fist moved with tremendous speed and slammed into Han Yu's ribs. That immense force would have robbed any adult of at least half their fighting ability for a short time.
Hmph, he didn't even dodge. So confident, are you? You're in for it now!
T'Challa snorted inwardly and looked up, hoping to see a pained expression on Han Yu's face. But not only was there no pain on his face, he still wore the same calm, composed smile as when he had appeared.
"He's actually fine. How is that possible..."
A look of astonishment appeared on T'Challa's face. Before he could think further, he suddenly felt a violent pain and impact in his abdomen. It was like being struck at extreme speed by a flat, heavy object weighing several tons.
"How is that possible? He took my punch head-on and could still instantly muster the strength to hit me with that punch..."
After the searing pain, T'Challa fell to the ground. Han Yu's punch had knocked him unconscious on the spot.
"T'Challa!"
Seeing that Han Yu had knocked T'Challa unconscious with a single blow, T'Chaka felt more surprise than anger.
He knew what his son was capable of. Although T'Challa could not yet be called the strongest in Wakanda, he was good enough to rank in the top three. Even in the outside world, he would stand above the rest. He could not possibly be brought down so easily.
There was only one possibility: Han Yu's constitution surpassed that of an ordinary warrior and had even reached the peak of human potential. As someone who had taken the Heart-Shaped Herb, T'Chaka knew full well how terrifying the damage from one of his own punches could be, and he could see how swift and fierce Han Yu's punch had been.
This was a true powerhouse!
"King T'Chaka, I don't want to beat around the bush with you anymore, so I'll say it straight. I want the right to use Vibranium. In exchange, I can protect Wakanda from harm from beyond Earth, including people, events, and things."
Han Yu's words brought a look of surprise to T'Chaka's face. What surprised him was not that Han Yu knew Vibranium was in Wakanda, but that he had opened by asking for the right to use it.
Han Yu had not made it clear, but T'Chaka did not think he would play word games. It was simple: the right to use Vibranium that he spoke of meant the right to use their Vibranium mine, which held more than they could extract in centuries.
T'Chaka said coldly, "That depends on what you're capable of."
Han Yu had knocked his son unconscious, so T'Chaka did not think he needed to be particularly polite. As things stood, Han Yu simply seemed somewhat stronger at fighting and better at concealing himself.
He did not consider the possibility that Han Yu belonged on a higher level at all. After all, it was not as though people saw immortals flying around in front of them every day.
"You'll understand once you've seen this."
Looking at the royal guards who had already surrounded him and Wanda, Han Yu fired an emerald-green ray from between his brows. It went straight into T'Chaka's head.
"Your Majesty!"
At this sudden "attack," the royal guards' expressions changed drastically. Several broke away and ran to T'Chaka, hurriedly checking him for anything out of the ordinary.
After the emerald-green ray entered T'Chaka's head, nothing strange happened to him. Only the expression on his face gradually grew grave.
A scene was playing out in his mind.