"So now there's an opportunity to save the universe sitting right in front of me, and all I have to do is go inside and run a few laps?"
Pietro couldn't make sense of it. He had expected his boss to study the superpowers in his body, but he hadn't expected him to specifically make up an excuse about saving the universe.
When he saw Harry nod, Pietro burst out laughing.
"Ha ha ha—boss, seriously, boss, you don't have to lie to me like this, do you? Save the universe? I thought you were the kind of honest businessman who only came along once in a century..."
But as he spoke, Pietro realized that Harry's expression hadn't changed at all.
Harry stared impassively at Quicksilver. "That's right. I am an honest businessman who only comes along once in a century, so what's your answer?"
Quicksilver's ability was absurdly overpowered. Although he hadn't exceeded the speed of light in the movies and had died a rather humiliating death, the actual upper limit of his power was faster than light.
He wasn't faster than light yet, but he could theoretically become faster than light. The implication was self-evident: when Quicksilver used his power to move, the particles composing his body could become "tachyons," particles that traveled faster than light.
And those particles could even interact with macroscopic objects in a way that would smash Einstein's coffin lid to pieces...
Pietro pointed at himself, completely dumbfounded. He just ran a little faster than normal, so how had he suddenly become the key male lead in saving the universe?
"More accurately, you're the key lab rat for saving the universe."
Harry's voice pulled Pietro back to his senses. He asked suspiciously, "Can you read minds? What kind of evil Witchcraft is this?"
"That isn't