Aftermath of the Great Battle (Part 2)

Black Panther was not the only one with a headache. T'Chaka, the former Black Panther King and Black Panther's father, had one too. Faced with these big shots from every nation, even if his head did not hurt, it had to. He had been a politician for years and handled all kinds of troublesome matters, but something like this today... this was truly a first.

It was a complete tug-of-war!

[Fairness]

This country wanted something, that country wanted something. And if he refused to give it to them, there was nothing he could do about it.

Give!

He could only give!

But what to give and how to give it became another problem.

The ones who dared come to Wakanda demanding benefits were all major powers on Earth. Did those little backwater countries dare come? Hah, even with a hundred thousand times more courage, they would not have the nerve.

So deciding what to divide, how much to divide, and who got more or less became a very delicate matter.

Their arguments were even more earth-shaking than when the Eight-Nation Alliance had signed those unequal treaties. T'Chaka wanted to walk away too, but he could only stay. His son had left, and Black Panther alone could not control this situation. How could T'Chaka leave?

The headless corpses of the Black Order could not be divided up. Absolutely not.

Whether as confidential research material or symbols of honor, they could not be handed over. Wakanda had to keep them in its own hands. The leaders of every nation understood this too. The Black Order's bodies were far more valuable than those Six-Clawed Xenomorphs. Who knew, they might even develop some kind of super-soldier serum from them.

Thus, no one intended to back down.

They argued for an entire week without reaching