"Genius conception, unbelievable masterpiece, perfect work of art..."
At that moment, as they watched the Arc Reactor shining in Peter's palm like the sun, every word of praise they could think of was insufficient to describe what they were seeing.
"Unfortunately... it still isn't a real sun."
Yet as he felt the immense, inexhaustible energy contained within the Arc Reactor in his hand, Peter could not help sighing inwardly in regret.
"Stark... sir, have you tested its output?"
After a long while, someone finally came to their senses and looked at Tony with reverence as they asked.
"If my calculations aren't wrong—and of course, they usually aren't—it should be capable of releasing roughly five billion joules of energy per second."
"My goodness, five billion joules per second? That is more than enough to power a Nano-Suit."
At that moment, everyone looked at Tony with admiration in their eyes.
"Ahem, Mr. Superman, seeing as I solved the energy problem, could you bring me a few bottles of fine red wine next time?"
However, Tony wore a broad grin as he sought credit from Peter.
"I'll think about it..."
"Mr. Superman, now that the energy problem has been solved, I estimate that we can build the Nano-Suit you want within a month."
There were many challenges involved in making the Nano-Suit, including how to control Nanoparticles, how to make them form more stable molecular structures, and how to integrate fixed molecular structure algorithms into the Nanoparticles.
As well as how to use one's consciousness to command the Nanoparticles to construct corresponding fixed structures according to one's thoughts, and so on...
But compared to the energy problem, none of those difficulties were truly insurmountable.
Especially since they now had several of the smartest geniuses on Earth.
The team formed by them surpassed almost every research team on Earth.
Producing the Nano-Suit within a month was still Reed's rather conservative estimate.
"Fine. One month. If you make the Nano-Suit, then I will honor our agreement and send you back safe and sound."
Peter made the same promise to them.
"Though by then... perhaps some people may not want to go back after all..."
Although the monster attack on New York had already been resolved by Superman,
New York City had still suffered considerable damage, and the cleanup work was only just beginning.
Oscorp Industries' building had been tightly sealed off by New York police and intelligence personnel.
Of course, they were not planning to shut down Oscorp Industries entirely.
It was simply because, in some people's eyes, what had happened yesterday had been caused by a special genetic drug researched by Oscorp.
They had come only to take away all remaining Regeneration Serum and every piece of research material related to it.
Inside Professor Connors' laboratory, countless intelligence agents were packing up all the experimental materials and taking them away.
And Professor Connors, the owner of it all, could only watch helplessly, his face filled with reluctance and resignation.
"I'm sorry, Professor Connors. Those are orders from above."
Captain George entered the laboratory and spoke to Connors with sympathy and apology.
"It's all right, Captain George. If I hadn't coveted that person's perfect genes and tried to improve the Regeneration Serum, none of this would have happened."
"All the drugs I developed previously are in here. I only hope you can keep them safe."
After handing an ordinary shoulder bag to Captain George, Connors pondered for a moment before continuing.
"Or, take my advice. If possible, I hope you destroy them completely along with those research materials. I'm afraid some people will be unable to resist the temptation of immortality, just as I was..."
A trace of regret appeared on Professor Connors' face as well. Back then, immense profit and temptation had clouded his judgment, and he had completely failed to guard against Banner's true purpose in coming to him.
"It seems this arm of mine will never regenerate."
Looking at the empty right sleeve, Professor Connors felt strangely relieved.
"I'm sorry, Professor. For a period of time, you may lose your freedom, but it is a necessary precaution. Please understand."
Naturally, there were also extremely strict restrictions imposed on Professor Connors himself.
"I understand. In any case, I have nothing left to lose now..."
Professor Connors had devoted nearly his entire life to the Regeneration Serum. There was nothing left that he cared about more.
Soon afterward, two police officers came to Professor Connors' side, ready to take him away.
"Oh, right, Captain George. Please apologize to your daughter for me. Gwen is the finest student I have ever seen, but unfortunately, I can no longer continue serving as her internship mentor."
As Professor Connors was about to leave the laboratory, he suddenly turned and spoke to George.
"However, I know a professor named Otto Octavius. If Gwen is interested, she can visit him. Just tell him I recommended her."
After saying that, Professor Connors no longer hesitated. He followed the two officers out of the laboratory, leaving behind the place to which he had devoted his life.
"Professor Otto?"
Muttering the unfamiliar name, George reached into the bag and took out a vial of Regeneration Serum emitting a rich green glow, examining it carefully.
Meanwhile, on the African continent, Wakanda.
The Dora Milaje had surrounded a figure dressed in a black suit and wearing a black panther-like mask.
The guards, holding Vibranium Spears, exuded an even fiercer aura than men.
"Charge!"
At Captain of the Guard Okoye's command, the others gripped their spears without hesitation and charged at the panther-like figure.
Yet in the next instant, the surrounded figure displayed speed as swift as a real panther, darting continuously through the Dora Milaje's encirclement and nimbly evading every attack from the guards.
During that time, he even used his sharp claws to seize opportunities and knock down several guards.
However, Wakanda's guards were no pushovers. After "sacrificing" several members, they finally formed an airtight blockade.
The guards' spears crossed and weaved constantly, ultimately trapping the figure in place with a special formation that was almost impossible to break free from.
"Ha!"
Yet the figure in the Black Panther suit suddenly shouted, and a halo of light began racing across the surface of his black suit.
In the next instant, a powerful energy wave burst from the suit at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The tremendous impact directly broke through the Dora Milaje's blockade, even sending the Vibranium Spears from their hands flying away.
In an instant, Black Panther caught a spear falling from the air and arrived before the fallen Okoye almost in the blink of an eye, pointing the spear in his hand directly at her throat.
Yet the next moment, he withdrew the spear and extended his right hand toward Okoye.
"My apologies, Captain Okoye..."
"Prince T'Challa, your strength has improved again."
Taking T'Challa's outstretched hand and rising to her feet, Okoye was sincerely happy for him.
Clap, clap, clap...
"Not bad, my son. You make me immensely proud!"
Suddenly, accompanied by applause, the old king T'Chaka appeared at their side at some unknown time and praised T'Challa.
"Now that you have fully mastered the power of the Black Panther, it seems it is time to entrust that mission to you."
The old king looked deeply at his son, then slowly spoke. Raising his hand, he used the device on his wrist to project an image.
"This is... the moon that Superman attacked? Do you want me to gather information on him?"
"No. Your destination is the Far Side of the Moon, where humanity has never set foot!"
The old king slowly rotated the lunar image, revealing an image that had never been shown to anyone else before T'Challa.
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