You've All Been Kidnapped! (Seeking Follow-ups, Seeking Collections)

"Why? Why would that Superman kidnap my daughter?"

Hearing that his daughter had been kidnapped, T'Chaka felt a surge of frantic anxiety. He wished he could mobilize all of Wakanda's armed forces right now, go find Superman, and take his daughter back from that man's grasp.

But as the king who ruled all of Wakanda, he knew that some matters could not be decided so impulsively.

If he gathered Wakanda's military strength at this moment, it would undoubtedly mean declaring war on that mysterious Superman.

The consequences that would follow were not something he could accept, nor something Wakanda could bear.

After all, they prided themselves on their advanced technology and formidable power, yet the shield that no nation could breach hadn't even lasted a few seconds in his hands.

"Father, what exactly happened? Why were we attacked?"

Just as T'Chaka was coming to terms with the fact that his daughter had been kidnapped and was pondering how to resolve it, his son T'Challa, having also received news of the invasion of Wakanda, rushed hastily into the palace.

"Prince T'Challa, don't worry. His Majesty is thinking of a way and will surely rescue Princess Shuri!"

"What? My sister was kidnapped?"

T'Challa had only known that Wakanda was under attack; only now did he learn that his sister had been taken.

"Father, who kidnapped my sister?"

Though Shuri was only T'Challa's half-sister, their relationship was very close.

Learning that his sister had been kidnapped, T'Challa instantly became extremely agitated.

"I'll gather the royal guard right now and go rescue my sister myself."

The next moment, he turned and prepared to leave.

"Insolent fool. Sit down."

Just as T'Challa was about to step out of the palace, the old king T'Chaka, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

"But... Father?"

At this time, T'Challa was not yet the qualified king of Wakanda he would become years later; his youthful temperament was still marked by recklessness and impulsiveness.

"Enough. This matter requires careful deliberation."

The old king stepped down from his throne, walked slowly to T'Challa's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

Then he took the lead and strode out of the palace.

"We've never provoked that Superman, yet he suddenly broke into Wakanda and took your sister. There must be a reason we don't know."

Standing outside the palace, looking up at the shield in the sky—torn open with a massive hole, slowly repairing itself—the old king's expression grew even more somber.

"Moreover, I believe he will come back to present us with his demands."

The wise old king had already guessed in his heart the reason that Superman had kidnapped his daughter.

"Father, you mean?"

T'Challa, following behind the old king, caught on immediately.

Gazing at the scene before him—so full of technological wonder, like a city from the future—

He instantly realized what had built Wakanda into what it was today.

"It's nothing more than some Vibranium. Since this Mr. Superman fancies it, if it can restore peace to Wakanda, what harm is there in giving him some?"

Making this decision seemed to age the old king considerably.

"But, Father, what if he's not satisfied?"

T'Challa was deeply worried that the man might not be content with that.

"Then he will witness that the warriors of Wakanda fear nothing!"

At that moment, the old king's gaze was unyielding, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, like a panther stalking its prey.

But in an instant, the fierce aura around the old king vanished without a trace.

"Still, Wakanda never fights a battle unprepared."

Gazing at the half-moon hanging in the sky, the old king seemed lost in recollection.

Suddenly, he turned and said to T'Challa behind him, "My child, I have a task for you."

"But before that, you must first receive the blessing of the Panther God..."

Inside the Ice Cave in Antarctica, more than a dozen figures had now appeared.

Among them were men and women, old and young.

Without exception, they had all been forcibly brought here by Peter.

Some had been sleeping in their beds one moment and woke up to find themselves here.

Others had been conducting experiments in their labs when Peter directly snatched them away.

Fortunately, the ice cave Peter had chosen was large enough to accommodate so many people.

However, since it was located in Antarctica, the temperature remained below freezing year-round.

Some of them hadn't worn much clothing before arriving, and a few even preferred sleeping naked...

Of course, Peter wasn't so heartless—he had dressed them in a set of clothes before bringing them over.

At the moment, they were gathered around the only fire in the ice cave, warming themselves and getting to know each other.

"So, what exactly does that guy calling himself Superman want by bringing us here?"

A girl with a delicate Asian face, wearing thin clothes, stretched out her hands to absorb the heat from the fire as she slowly asked.

"Ahem, fair lady, allow me to answer that question for you."

Faced with a beautiful woman, Tony's playboy nature seemed ready to resurface.

Clearing his throat to grab everyone's attention, Tony finally stood up, looked down at the group, and slowly began, "That guy brought us here to help him build..."

Just as Tony was about to launch into a flashy speech in front of everyone, Suddenly, a sharp sound cut through the air, interrupting what he was about to say.

Everyone turned to look, only to see two more figures appear in the ice cave.

"This guy—he doesn't even spare kids? She's just a teenage girl."

Watching the Wakandan princess Shuri, who was violently vomiting, Tony couldn't understand why Superman had kidnapped her.

After all, in Tony's eyes, she was just a little girl, completely incomparable to them—adult scientists, some of whom were already old.

Peter's figure didn't touch the ground; he floated in the air, his gaze serious and icy as he slowly swept it over the people before him.

"The smartest Earthling in this universe, leader of the Fantastic Four, Mister Fantastic, Reed Richards."

"The creator of the Regeneration Cradle, Korean-American scientist Dr. Helen Cho."

"Dr. Erik Selvig, an expert in astronomy and energy science."

"And finally, from Wakanda, the princess with absolute authority over Vibranium technology, Shuri."

Peter's gaze passed over each of them as he slowly spoke their names.

As for the dozen or so others, though not famous, they were all renowned researchers in this world.

After all, completing his Nano-Suit and Fortress of Solitude required more than just a few top-tier geniuses.

Corresponding assistants were also essential.

"Without a doubt, you are all the most brilliant scientific geniuses from your respective fields."

"But now..."

Suddenly, Peter paused, and his eyes instantly glowed with red light.

Zzzt!

Two beams of Heat Vision swept in a circle around everyone, the scorching heat leaving a red-hot circular mark on the ground, trapping them all inside.

"Oh my god!"

"No!"

A few people nearly got hit by the searing Heat Vision, only narrowly avoiding being cut in half by stepping back in time.

"These cowards."

Watching it all, Tony showed no sign of panic, completely forgetting how he had looked when he was first kidnapped.

Stopping the Heat Vision, his eyes still glowing with dangerous red light, Peter slowly continued.

"Unfortunately, you've all been kidnapped!"

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