Chu Hang returned to Stark Tower's office, his mind already filled with Ivan·Vanko's set of design drawings full of violent aesthetics.
It was a technology born purely for destruction. It was rough and direct, but it had to be admitted that it was extremely creative in some aspects.
In particular, his way of constraining and shaping plasma energy gave Chu Hang some new inspiration.
Chu Hang walked into the break room and activated the highest level security mode of the office. The thick alloy door slid down silently, isolating everything inside and outside.
He stretched out his hand, palm up.
A miniature Cosmic Energy like Nebula slowly emerged, emitting soft blue light.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his other hand, and tiny, almost invisible silver arcs danced on his fingertips. That was the [Plasma Energy Confinement and Shaping] ability he had just copied from Ivan. After the transformation of his own energy, it had become a more advanced form.
He doesn't need a keyboard or a console.
His brain is the most powerful processor, and his hands are the most sophisticated tools.
"Mark5's energy system is too fragile." He said to himself.
The design idea of Tony is perfect, but on the energy transmission path, the pursuit of compactness and beauty is too much, resulting in an unstable bottleneck in the energy circuit due to overload at the extreme output.
He closed his eyes, and the complete three-dimensional structure diagram of Mark 5 appeared in his mind.
Then, his hands began to dance in the air.
Under his control, the ball of Cosmic Energy was stretched, twisted, and woven into countless energy threads that were thinner than hair.
And those silver arcs, like the most precise welding torch, re-weld and combine these energy threads at an incredible angle and structure.
After a few minutes, Chu Hang stopped moving.
Suspended in the air in front of him was a complex structure composed of pure energy and emitting a shimmering light.
He nodded with satisfaction and drew several structural diagrams based on the structure.
After doing all this, he felt as relaxed as just making a cup of coffee.
He didn't do this out of good intentions.
Tony·Stark is his most important investment at present and a key piece in the future fight against cosmic threats.
It is not in his interest to have a Iron Man that may capsize in the gutter due to flaws in his armor.
He needs a stronger and more stable Iron Man.
Malibu, the underground studio of the seaside villa.
This place has become Tony·Stark's exclusive hell.
Empty coffee cups and energy drink cans were piled on the floor. Various tools and burned circuit boards were scattered on the workbench.
"Ah! Damn it!"
Tony threw the wrench out irritably. The wrench hit the wall with a loud and ear-piercing sound, then bounced back and fell to the ground.
He hasn't slept much for three days.
Ever since he was "taught" a lesson by Rhodey and Chu Hang, he has locked himself up here.
He upgraded the armor material, optimized the flight stability system, and even added several new gadgets.
But the core problem has never been solved.
energy.
The triangular reactor on his chest can provide a steady stream of powerful energy, but the internal circuit of the armor cannot withstand this extreme output.
"JARVIS, try again. Analog number 8C, power output adjusted to 120%." Tony rubbed his swollen temples, his voice hoarse.
"Sir, I must remind you that according to the results of the first thirty-seven simulations, when the power exceeds 115.3%, the probability of collapse of the energy loop is 99.8%." JARVIS reported calmly.
"I don't need you to remind me how many times I failed! I just need you to execute the order!" Tony roared.
"Okay, sir."
In the studio, a brand new red-gold battle armor with smoother and tougher lines was seen, and the lights on the eyes lit up.
It is Mark5.
The triangular reactor on its chest emits bright blue light, and the energy readings rise rapidly on the holographic screen.
Eighty percent... ninety... one hundred...
Everything is fine.
One hundred and ten...
Subtle blue arcs began to appear on the surface of the armor, making a "sizzling" sound.
One hundred and fifteen...
"Warning, energy circuit overload. Warning, core temperature rises sharply." JARVIS issued an alarm.
Tony stared at the screen with cold sweat on his forehead.
"Hold still! Hold still!"
One hundred and sixteen!
Bang!
There was a muffled sound, and the light of the reactor on Mark5's chest flickered sharply, and then dimmed. The arcs all over the armor's body disappeared instantly, and it stood frozen in place like a toy that had lost power. A smell of burning ozone filled the air.
"Failure." JARVIS's voice was emotionless.
"I know I failed! No need for you to tell me!"
Tony punched the operating table, and the huge frustration overwhelmed him like a tide.
He encountered a bottleneck.
A theoretical dead end.
He tried every wiring scheme he could think of and revised the design thousands of times, but the result was the same.
Is this really the end of it?
Just when he was feeling discouraged, an email reminder popped up on the console screen.
Sender: Anthony·Chen.
Topic: Work on your armor and make a small patch.
Tony's anger suddenly came up.
It's this guy again!
This condescending tone again, treating him like a child!
Full of anger, he clicked on the email.
The content of the email is very simple, with only an encrypted attachment.
Tony snorted coldly, tapped his fingers rapidly in the air, and unlocked the password in a few seconds.
A design document appeared in front of him.
The moment he saw the design drawing clearly, the anger and disdain on Tony's face solidified.
His eyes opened wider and wider, and his body leaned forward involuntarily, almost pressing his face against the holographic projection.
That is a design plan for an energy circuit.
But it is very different from my own design concept.
It does not follow traditional point-to-point linear conduction, nor does it have complex parallel or series structures. It... it is like a naturally growing Life Law body.
"This... where did this guy come from..." Tony murmured to himself.
He immediately asked JARVIS to load this "patch" into the Mark5 design blueprint.
"JARVIS, re-simulate! Directly increase the power to 150%!"
"Sir, this is very dangerous..."
"Execute!"
"Okay, sir."
On the holographic screen, the simulation begins again.
The energy readings skyrocketed like crazy, one hundred, one hundred and twenty, one hundred and forty... one hundred and fifty!
The lines representing the energy circuits on the screen always remain stable green.
The temperature is normal.
The output is stable.
It worked.
Tony stared blankly at the green "SUCCESS" on the screen for half a minute.
Then he jumped up and yelled like a child in the studio.
He succeeded! He broke through the bottleneck!
He immediately asked the robotic arm to start modifying the Mark5 according to the new design drawings.
A few hours later, a brand new armor stood quietly in the center of the studio.
It retains the red gold paint of Mark 5, but the reactor on the chest has become a more stable triangle, and the overall lines also appear fuller and more powerful due to changes in the internal structure.
"Welcome back, buddy." Tony stroked the cold armor with a heartfelt smile on his face, "From today on, your name will be... Mark6."
He picked up the phone and dialed Chu Hang.
"Anthony! You bastard!" Tony shouted as soon as the call was connected.
"If you're here to say thank you, your way is very special." Chu Hang's plain voice came.
"Thank you? Why should I thank you?" Tony said stiffly, "I just want to tell you that I solved that little trouble. I solved it myself."
"Really? That's good."
"But..." Tony changed the topic and softened his tone, "Okay, I admit, your little patch is indeed... somewhat useful. I owe you a favor."
He paused and returned to his playboy tone, "Well, to express my gratitude, I will definitely call you next time I go out to have fun. As long as you promise, don't tell Pepper Potts."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the studio opened.
Pepper·Potts walked in with a cup of coffee, a trace of worry on his face.
"Tony, you haven't been out for three days..."
Her words stopped because she clearly heard the last words on the phone from Tony.
"... Don't tell Pepper Potts."
Pepper The worry on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a cold, professional smile.
Tony felt the hairs on his back suddenly stand up.
He turned his head stiffly and saw Pepper looking at him with a smile.
"Happy?" Pepper's voice was gentle, "It sounds like a good name. Is it a new girl? Blonde or red-haired?"
"No! No! Pepper, listen to my explanation!" Tony broke out in a cold sweat instantly.
He hung up the phone in a hurry and waved desperately to Pepper.
"Happy is a place! Yes, a place! A newly opened... uh... jazz bar! Very high-end! Only open to members! I went there for... for business negotiations! Yes, business negotiations!"
The smile on Pepper's face became more "gentle", and she placed the coffee heavily on the table with a "bang" sound.
"Really? Then next time, take me with you to 'negotiate'."
After saying that, she turned around, stepped on her high heels, and walked away without looking back.
Tony·Stark, the superhero who had just solved the biggest technical problem of the armor, was now like a child who had done something wrong, frozen in place, wanting to cry without tears.
He felt that he might have just solved a difficult problem in physics, but he ran into another Extremis in the field of metaphysics.