"Chang Wei! Cut the crap! Deep-sea coordinates XXX—there's a Nuclear Furnace undergoing a transformation, with a yield of fifty-eight million tons of TNT, increasing by 0.3% per second! My armor is about to give out, and the entire North Pacific Ocean is going to be destroyed! I need your—"
Tony spoke at a breakneck pace, his voice trembling from tension and radiation exposure.
"The Gravitational Field is in chaos, the energy readings are off the charts, biological signals are distorted... and there are residual fluctuations from Chang Wei Element being forcibly activated? Oh, and the wailing of that pile of scrap metal you call armor as it's about to fall apart."
Chang Wei's voice carried a trace of amused curiosity, as though he were studying an intriguing puzzle. "Tsk, genius? Looks like the mess you got yourself into this time can't be handled with conventional technology?"
"Chang Wei! There's no time!"
Tony watched the cracks in his joints widen again and nearly smashed the control panel in his panic.
"Relax, caramel eyes. Remember the theories of the Negative Entropy Field and Gravitational Singularity Constraint that I mentioned to you? Though you called them 'magic from a science-fiction novel' at the time."
Chang Wei's voice suddenly became exceptionally steady, filled with the confidence of someone in complete control.
"Listen carefully, Stark. I need you to do two things immediately. First, gather every component in your armor with a Secondary Kryptonite coating—no matter how small, even if it's only the size of a fingernail—and concentrate them around your right arm joints and chest armor core! That stuff works wonders against energy corrosion and can buy you a few final minutes! Second, point every external sensor on your armor, especially the magnetic-field and gravitational waves probes, at that big guy that's 'evolving.' Open