Chapter 204 A Date with Wanda

Stark Industries Building, top-floor luxury living room.

Tony only felt a blur before his eyes, and Jarvis’s cold prompt rang in his ears:

"Sir, high-energy spatial anomaly detected. You have returned to the Stark Industries building top-floor penthouse."

"Fuck!"

Tony shook his head, feeling a bit dizzy, and irritably shook off Lucas’s hand. "Superman buddy, next time you use your high-end roller coaster, could you give a heads-up in advance? My stomach is still churning!"

Lucas strode over casually, slumped ungracefully onto the expensive leather sofa, crossed his legs, and acted as if he were the Master.

"Come on, Stark, following your style, shouldn’t you serve up some chicks first?"

Just as Tony was about to speak, he saw Wanda’s murderous gaze and immediately sat up straight.

"Please don’t say that. I’m an upright person; the old me and the current me are two completely different things!"

Feeling Wanda’s killing intent, Lucas didn’t make things difficult for Tony.

"Let’s get straight to the point, Stark. I’ll trade advanced space compression technology for the core technology of that palladium reactor in your chest."

Tony paused slightly and frowned: "Advanced space compression? It certainly sounds tempting, but my miniature arc reactor is the core lifeline of Stark Industries and will never be leaked..."

"Being able to compress a nuclear reactor down to the size of a ring in a pile of garbage—that miniaturized industrial concept is a bit interesting. I quite like your creative ability."

Lucas directly interrupted him, "Besides, just wanting the technology isn’t enough. You also need to help me build a few more armor suits of different models along the way. The paint job must look good, and the materials must be solid."

Tony rolled his eyes almost up to the heavens upon hearing this, and couldn’t help but laugh out of sheer anger:

"Man, you are blackmailing me! This is called asking for the moon, you know! I’m not a blacksmith working for aliens! Every single one of my armor suits is a work of art..."

"Your palladium poisoning is about to completely take your life, isn’t it?"

Lucas leaned back against the sofa and abruptly threw out those words.

The atmosphere in the living room instantly turned dead silent.

Tony’s pupils shrank slightly as he stared fixedly at Lucas:

"You... how do you know? That’s impossible! Jarvis has locked down all medical data..."

"Superman possesses super vision; that should be common sense. I can even see every single cell mutation in your bone marrow clearly. Mere palladium toxin deposits won’t take your life for now, but they will soon!"

Lucas raised a finger and flicked it gently. "At the same time, I also possess molecular-level reconstruction capabilities. Your nuclear reactor, armor suits... I can manufacture them in an instant, but I need you to do the work yourself, understand?"

"If you serve me well, I’ Lucas conveniently help you clear out all the toxins in your body, and can even help you extract all the shrapnel around your heart!"

Tony’s breathing became extremely heavy.

The excruciating pain in his chest that tortured him day and night, along with the worsening blood-palladium concentration, was his greatest nightmare during this period.

If this hidden danger could be completely cured...

But as he looked at Lucas, his eyes were still filled with deep confusion and puzzlement:

"Wait... since your abilities are so heaven-defying, and you even have molecular-level healing and alien space technology at your fingertips, why do you have to insist on me personally operating on this?"

"You don’t understand this, do you."

Lucas leaned against the sofa, acting righteous and confident.

"This is called sentiment! Understand? Action figures and stuff like that are only exciting when the person involved crafts them for you by hand! I’m going to take it back, put it in my private showroom, and occasionally have some romantic activities!"

Tony’s mouth twitched frantically.

So in the eyes of an immortal like you, my proud Iron Armor and miniature reactor are just used for this kind of thing?

"Right, contact Hank Pym by the way. I’m too lazy to search the whole World for him!"

"Ask that Dr. if he’s willing to sell me some Pym Particles. As an exchange condition, I can help rescue his wife from the depths of the Quantum Realm!"

These words were like a blockbuster bomb, exploding directly in Tony’s mind!

Quantum Realm?

The original Wasp trapped in the Quantum Realm? No way, she isn’t even dead yet!

Tony was completely stunned numb.

"Alright."

Lucas stood up. "Those are the requirements. I’ll come back later to pick up the armor and the reactor! Stark, get your Super Intelligence running and ramp up the efficiency!"

After dropping these words, Lucas grabbed Wanda’s hand, tore through the void out of thin air right in front of Tony, and disappeared without a trace.

In the massive luxury living room, the silence was terrifying.

Leaving behind Pietro, who still hadn’t reacted.

Brother-in-law, did you forget someone?

Pietro scratched his nice head of hair, looked at Tony somewhat gossips-mindedly, and asked in a low voice:

"Hey, Iron Man... um, fashion magazines say that you’ve slept with almost every cover-girl female celebrity... Is this true or false? Can you leak some details to me?"

Tony Stark looked at the brat in front of him, rubbed his aching temples, and was completely left speechless.

"Not all of them!"

...

Night fell, and the neon lights of Manhattan lit up one by one.

Although the daytime war had severely damaged the city, for the most prosperous center in the U.S., nightlife still played music and danced as usual in certain upscale neighborhoods.

A top-tier Michelin three-star French restaurant.

The elegant sound of violins echoed in the air, and soft crystal lights spilled onto the white tablecloth.

Lucas was already used to it.

These high-end restaurants abroad were all about eating for the high-priced sense of atmosphere.

Except this time, Lucas had bought out the whole place.

Wanda wore a simple red dress, looking at the exquisite tableware in front of her with a somewhat fidgety and uneasy expression.

"I... my money doesn’t seem to be enough! Consumption here seems quite expensive, how about we dine and dash after eating?"

Truly worthy of being the Scarlet Witch.

One sentence made the waiter work for nothing all night.

"Girl, buying out the place requires a deposit; I paid it long ago!"

Watching Wanda take out her small wallet, Lucas couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement.

Money?

For him nowadays, worldly currency was nothing more than a string of meaningless digital code.

Reaching out to swipe across his electronic account directly created a string of zeros.

The constructed account had no risks whatsoever.

Hundreds of billions of dollars every minute.

Lucas slapped that black card onto the center of the dinner table.

"Don’t worry about money; I just want to complete a spiritual communication with you!"

Lucas grinned.

The power of the mind began to invade, but Wanda didn’t mind; instead, she actively completed the connection.

"Your mind... it’s simply as vast as the ocean. I’ve never seen such unfathomable mental power!" Wanda exclaimed.

"Of course!" Lucas said, "My heart embraces all rivers!"

What Wanda came into contact with was only the power of the mind, which was merely the moat outside Lucas’s mental barrier... a moat-ocean. Lucas could arbitrarily fabricate any reality on this layer of moat-ocean.

Including fictional memories, experiences, and even emotions.

"You... what did you just do?"

Wanda’s neck suddenly flushed red, and a red mark appeared.

"I created a connection; any activity on the mental side will be reflected on the physical body in reality!"

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