Since the dwarves had volunteered to take on the giant engineering project, Harry did not mind letting them put their abilities to greater use.
The decisive battle in space had ended. Harry needed to turn his attention back to Earth, where many matters still urgently needed to be resolved.
Outside the window, the transport ship fleet bound for Earth had finished loading—its holds were filled with vast quantities of engineering materials, along with large amounts of Vibranium.
It felt like returning home in glory, Harry thought, stroking his chin.
At the United Nations Mauritania Branch, Norman, who had already taken office as Grand President, was speaking with Wakanda's king, T'Chaka.
"Mr. T'Chaka, Wakanda's natural scenery is quite remarkable. The only problem is that it is simply too poor.
"The United Nations has always had development plans for Africa, yet you have continued to insist on isolation. That is not good for either Wakanda or the world."
The United Nations now possessed the legal authority to enact laws and regulations. The entire world had either fully integrated into this system or was beginning to do so. This unity benefited the vast majority, and overall, there was little resistance.
But there was one exception: Wakanda.
In the past, it would not have mattered. The United Nations' words had not been mandatory anyway, and besides, if a country was poor, then it was poor. Who would care about some remote backwater nation?
But things were different now. This was no longer about poverty. It was about why Wakanda had to be treated differently.
Norman knew Wakanda's true circumstances. In his view, the time was ripe for Wakanda to reveal itself. There was neither reason nor need for the country to continue acting as an exception, and Wakandan technology could greatly assist Earth's