Asgard

East Africa.

Wakanda was currently the most technologically advanced nation on Earth. Thanks to the Vibranium buried beneath its land, its technology was decades ahead of the outside world.

However, due to traditions passed down through generations, the true Wakanda had never been known to the world. The entire country was hidden within a massive illusion, labeled by outsiders as one of the poorest regions and accepting aid distributed by other nations. It was rather ironic when one thought about it.

In Wakanda's capital, inside a highly advanced laboratory, a young girl fiddled with a computer for a while. Watching the video playing on the screen, she covered her mouth in surprise.

"Aliens! I really want to see them!"

With anticipation on her face, the girl hesitated as she watched the video continue playing. Then she transferred the data to her smart wristwatch and headed toward the room of her father, Wakanda's current supreme leader and the reigning Black Panther.

"I was wondering who had barged into my room. So it was my little princess. What is it? Did you miss your father?"

He had been speaking with his son when he saw the little figure push open the door. He spoke kindly.

"Father. Brother."

Shuri walked in and greeted them softly, feeling a little guilty.

Wakanda normally did not forbid its people from browsing the outside world's networks, but infiltrating another nation's classified departments to steal information was absolutely forbidden.

Yet she had not only infiltrated the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation out of curiosity, but had now voluntarily walked into the trap herself. Even if the importance of the information could offset part of her mistake, she would still be lectured afterward.

"What's wrong? Wasn't my little sister always fearless and lawless? It's rare to see you