The spatial rift closed.
The darkness and stench of blood from Svartalfheim were sealed away on the other side.
The sea breeze blew into the living room, carrying a salty tang. This was Malibu, California.
Chu Hang did not linger in the living room and headed straight for the study. He pressed a copy of Introduction to Quantum Mechanics, and the heavy bookshelf silently slid aside, revealing a cold metal door.
Fingerprint, iris, and voiceprint verification passed. The elevator doors closed behind him and descended smoothly.
This was his secret base, located nearly a hundred meters below sea level.
The elevator doors opened again, revealing a space the size of a football field.
At the center stood a ten-meter-wide circular platform of pure black, surrounded by Asgardian runes that Chu Hang could not understand but felt were impressive. They had come with the knowledge Odin had given him.
Chu Hang walked to the platform and took a deep breath.
He opened the Pocket Dimension and carefully released a dark crimson mass of liquid-metal-like energy.
It floated above the platform without a fixed form, slowly writhing like a living thing.
Aether, the Reality Stone.
The moment it appeared, the physical laws throughout the laboratory began to malfunction.
The overhead lights no longer remained steady, swaying violently like rippling water as they flickered between bright and dim. The readings on the electronic thermometer jumped wildly between minus fifty degrees and one hundred degrees Celsius.
The instruments on the console let out a chorus of piercing alarms, while the data streams on their screens turned into meaningless gibberish. Several high-precision sensors began to smoke, their internal components completely burning out under contradictory physical laws.
Its very existence was pollution to reality.
Chu Hang's expression darkened. He knew this thing would be difficult to