Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1730, manufactured by Chang Wei, supervised by Tony, all rights reserved, infringement will be prosecuted!

"The file has been created, encryption level: Omega, sir."

Jarvis responded that the data stream was rapidly scrolling and encrypted on Tony's HUD. The waterfall-like data stream was scrolling wildly, with each line wrapped, compressed, and sealed by layers of encrypted runes, eventually converging into a separate partition that was flashing a dangerous red light.

This is Stark Industries' most advanced digital fortress, with a level of secrecy far exceeding that of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s deepest database, accessible only to Tony Stark himself and Jarvis with core privileges.

"Thanks, Chang Wei."

Tony's voice rang out, deep and hoarse, carrying a rare sincerity and gravity stripped of all jest and cynicism.

This expression of gratitude carries immense weight, embodying the relief of surviving a catastrophe and a complex sense of appreciation for the intervention of extraordinary forces.

It transcends the countless times the two have bickered and teased each other, and it also surpasses any simple greeting after fighting side by side in the past.

This time, without Chang Wei's incredible "gravitational singularity manipulation" and non-standard energy transfer model, the consequences of forcibly freezing and stabilizing this runaway evolutionary singularity would be unimaginable.

Tony Stark might survive, but the price could be the entire ocean, or even more.

"You're welcome, Tin Can. Next time, remember not to force yourself to do something like this; give me a call first."

Chang Wei chuckled, "Also, what should we do with that 'giant ice block'? Should I 'deliver' it to the Kuiper Belt, or find a black hole to use as a mailbox and stuff it in? Or... leave it to those suit-and-tie guys at S.H.I.E.L.D. as their prized possession? I bet Fury's expression will be priceless."

Tony stared at the gigantic, dark blue cocoon, a sharp glint in his eyes. "No. Leave it here. Jarvis, activate the highest level of monitoring and containment procedures. This is an energy form and state of matter we've never encountered before... a sample of a forcibly halted 'ultimate evolution.' Perhaps... it can help us understand more."

"Stretch the physical isolation layer to its limit! Use all our vibranium inventory, microwave-absorbing materials, and secondary kryptonite! Turn the entire platform into a 'lead coffin' encasing it! At the same time, release a swarm of nanobots to create a radioactive material adsorption barrier around it!"

He paused, gazing at the flowing starlight on the surface of the giant cocoon. A smile, a blend of a top scientist's thirst for exploration, a shrewd businessman's keen intuition, and Stark's wicked sense of humor, slowly crept onto his lips. "Of course, safety first is paramount. Jarvis, remember to give me a prominent, dynamic, 360-degree Stark Industries holographic watermark on all surveillance footage, data streams, and analysis reports. The content..." He tilted his head, his smile widening, "'Made by Changwei (non-standard model, amazing results), exclusively supervised by Stark Industries (quality guarantee? No, risk at your own risk! Experimental subject, extremely dangerous!). All rights reserved, infringement will be prosecuted, violators... well, consequences at their own risk.' The font should be cool, with a bit of a pulse effect, and preferably some background music, like... well, the first four notes of Beethoven's 'Fate' on repeat, that'll fit the mood."

Chang Wei's hearty laughter erupted from the communication channel, seemingly able to pierce through the barriers of space: "Hahaha! Great! You're really something, Iron Can! This product placement is outrageous! But I like it! Just remember to put my name on the patent application! I'll give you ten percent of the authorship fee!"

The laughter subsided, and the background noise suddenly increased, like a signal swaying in a storm.

"Alright, energy transfer complete. My signal's a bit unstable, so I'm leaving now. Remember—pay me back for the keychain! With interest!"

The signal was interrupted after a few noises.

Jarvis,

Tony's voice regained its usual calmness and decisiveness, but with an unprecedented solemnity.

"Retrieve all information on 'gravitational singularity manipulation,' 'non-standard model energy transfer,' and... any information related to the name 'Chang Wei,' even the most absurd or fringe theories. Priority: highest." He said, while retrieving the damage assessment report.

The screen displayed alarming red alerts and astronomical estimates of the damage.

"in addition,"

He added, with a hint of resigned anticipation of the call to come, "Connect me to Pepper."

A few seconds later, Pepper Potts' voice came through. Even through the encrypted line, her near-collapse anxiety and forced composure were clearly palpable: "Tony! God! Jarvis has activated a global red alert! The news is full of panic about an unidentified mega-explosion in the Pacific! Satellites have captured...captured...what the hell is that?! Where are you?! Are you safe?!"

There was a cry in her voice.

"Pepper, Pepper, calm down, I'm fine, I'm great, it's just that my armor needs a 'deep spa'."

Tony tried to make his voice sound relaxed, but with little effect. "Listen, I need you to do me a favor, a... a pretty big one."

"What is it now?! Tony! Do you know that the entire Pacific Rim is going crazy?! Island nations, South Korea, vodka, Canada, the United States, the west coast... all ports are closed, flights are grounded, and the military is on high alert! Stock markets are crashing! The whole world is panic-buying iodine tablets and radiation protection equipment!"

Pepper's voice was filled with professional sharpness and deep fear, "You're telling me you want to help?!"

"It's not conventional business... it's containment."

Tony's voice was resolute and unwavering: "I need... no, humanity needs a permanent, absolutely reliable 'prison' that can lock the gates of hell. Right here in the deep sea."

"Containment...what?"

Pepper's voice trembled; she had a terrible premonition.

"That thing... almost turned the Pacific Ocean into the Dead Sea."

Tony stared at the constantly fluctuating, despairing yield value on the hologram.

"It's 'frozen' now, but extremely unstable. I need a facility, not a warehouse, but a... 'Hell's Gate Sealing Site.' It needs to be able to withstand the direct impact equivalent to hundreds of millions of tons of TNT if this 'thing' were to go out of control! It needs to be able to completely isolate its rapidly increasing radioactivity, enough to contaminate an entire ocean! It needs to be able to warp space, preventing any form of teleportation or detection! It needs to have a fusion core that can operate for thousands of years, independent of any external energy source! And it needs... an ultimate safety net: a self-destruct mechanism that can instantly eject it, along with the entire facility, into the Earth's core lava or... the depths of the sun 0.01 seconds before containment fails! Budget..."

Tony paused for a moment before uttering the words that would make any business elite faint: "No limit. Freeze all non-core assets and cash flow of Stark Industries immediately. I need the equivalent of... rebuilding ten New York Cities, and pour them into this place immediately."

(End of this chapter)