Stark Needs Our Help!

Director Daisy could make random clicks, but those Builders who had crossed the boundaries of the multiverse probably could not. They were technological overlords, and they valued numerical accuracy more than their own lives.

Daisy guessed that the Builders must have had a set of selection criteria that had been running for years. Perhaps it was some small detail, perhaps some particular event. Looking at it from an outsider's perspective, no matter how hard she thought, she could not see the answer.

Daisy sent agents to test him. She wanted to see what traits this person possessed.

An agent pretended to be old and frail, then collapsed headfirst in front of Kevin Connor. The freshman, who was the same age as Lorna, initially seemed inclined to help him up, but after less than two seconds of hesitation, he chose to give up and walked around the fallen agent.

He neither called the police nor dialed for an ambulance. Instead, like an ostrich, he shut himself inside his home and did not leave again until an entire day had passed.

He lacked a sense of justice, a calm mind, and quick wits. In short, there was not the slightest heroic virtue to be seen in him.

She continued testing him. For example, a fire alarm would go off while Kevin Connor was conducting an experiment, only for his door to suddenly lock from the outside. Or a masked robber would come into the convenience store where he worked. Or someone would call to tell him he had won a prize.

The results were all terrible. He was greedy for small gains, afraid of death, and panicked when trouble arose. This man was an ordinary person through and through, without even the slightest potential to become a hero. His will was especially