Banner thought of even more because of this.
If it was possible to alter probability, what kind of concept was that? It was practically invincible.
There was an old saying: "The world is vast, and nothing under the sun is too strange."
There was another saying: "Given infinite time, if the number of keystrokes reaches infinity, monkeys would almost certainly be able to type any given text—or, in other words, monkeys could even type an entire Shakespeare play."
"That's a matter of probability. Although the probability is infinitesimally small, if you can alter that probability, it's equivalent to altering reality. If that girl named Wanda can really do this, then she could destroy the entire world."
Banner felt a little panicked, but then he gradually calmed down.
"Such a powerful ability naturally comes with enormous limitations. Otherwise, Leo wouldn't be standing here so calmly. I think that girl should be fine, right?"
Banner shook his head and walked toward his room.
The invitations to tonight's gathering had already been sent out. The guests were either people from S.H.I.E.L.D., government officials, or top businessmen—people influential enough to affect an entire country.
It could be called a gathering of the United States' elite. If everyone here acted together, they could truly influence the whole world.
But thinking of this gave Banner a headache. He hated those people, and he hated crowded places. Whether it was Hulk inside him or Dr. Banner himself, they both felt the same way.
So he returned to his room to shut himself away.
Stark sat somewhat dazed in the lounge, apparently lost in thought. His brow remained slightly furrowed, and strange emotions were hidden in his eyes.
If someone had actually sat beside Stark, they might have heard his unconscious, fragmented murmurs.
"I... really... make amends..."
"Hey,