Chu Hang returned to his office at Stark Tower, his mind already filled with Ivan Vanko's design blueprints, brimming with a brutal aesthetic.
It was a technology born purely for destruction—rough, direct, yet undeniably creative in certain ways.
Especially Ivan's methods of Plasma Energy Confinement and Shaping, which gave Chu Hang some new inspiration.
Chu Hang entered the lounge and activated the office's highest-level security mode. Heavy alloy doors slid down soundlessly, cutting off everything inside from the outside world.
He held out one hand, palm facing upward.
A miniature mass of cosmic energy, like a nebula, slowly appeared, radiating a gentle blue glow.
Then he raised his other hand, tiny, nearly invisible silver arcs dancing at his fingertips. It was the [Plasma Energy Confinement and Shaping] ability he had just copied from Ivan. After being transformed by his own energy, it had already become a more advanced form.
He needed neither a keyboard nor a console.
His brain was the most powerful processor, and his hands were the most precise tools.
"Mark 5's energy system is too fragile," he muttered to himself.
Tony's design philosophy was perfect, but its energy transmission paths pursued compactness and aesthetics too much. At maximum output, the energy circuits formed an unstable bottleneck due to overload.
He closed his eyes, and a complete three-dimensional schematic of Mark 5 appeared in his mind.
Then his hands began to dance through the air.
Under his control, that mass of cosmic energy stretched, twisted, and wove itself into countless energy threads finer than hair.
The silver arcs became the most precise welding torches, reconnecting and assembling those energy threads at unimaginable angles and in extraordinary structures.
A few minutes later, Chu Hang stopped moving.
Floating before him was a complex structure made entirely of pure energy, faintly