Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

After conducting a thorough on-site investigation, Gray finally confirmed that the only place with truly crucial value was its capital, Bernizana.

The city has a permanent population of 100 million, and the vibranium mines are hidden deep in the rolling mountains to the southwest of the city.

Wakanda is a vast territory comprised of 18 tribes, among which the three strongest tribes have shouldered the responsibility of protecting the capital for generations. They are stationed on the outskirts of the city year-round, making a living through herding and farming, and safeguarding the peace of this land.

Within Berningzana, the buildings are laid out in a well-balanced manner. A beautiful river called the "Bam River" flows through the city, dividing it in two. The river water flows gently, nourishing the land on both banks.

The city boasts excellent greenery, with nearly half of its area covered by lush vegetation. The refreshing greenery contrasts beautifully with the modern architecture, creating a unique urban landscape.

After careful consideration, Gray concluded that seizing state power through relatively mild means and then expelling the indigenous people was a more reasonable and efficient relocation plan.

He wanted a complete and prosperous city, not ruins, and he was unwilling to clean up the mountains of corpses.

Even the slightest damage to this beautiful city would break his heart.

"Say hello first."

Gray pondered for a moment, then slowly descended.

When a thick, pale golden energy shield appeared above the city, he suddenly raised his hand and waved it, unleashing a powerful wave of gravity.

In an instant, a vast forest was leveled as if swept by a giant hand, and the invisible energy spread towards the lake further away.

Immediately afterwards, Gray reached out and grabbed, and thousands of tons of lake water were forcibly drawn out of the lake, quickly gathering in the air to form a giant water curtain that blotted out the sky.

He manipulated this immense power, pinched a corner of the water curtain, and with a gentle pull, the water curtain transformed into a terrifying wave, roaring towards a primitive tribe on the northwest side of the city.

The sky suddenly darkened, and fine rain began to fall, as if mourning the impending disaster.

"Whoosh—!!"

The moment the towering white waves collided violently with the protective shield, time seemed to freeze, and the entire world fell into a brief, deathly silence. But just a moment later, time suddenly accelerated again, and a deafening roar exploded.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the seemingly solid energy shield shattered like fragile glass.

In the tribe known as the Anora, the Wakanda people are still immersed in primitive worship and sacrificial activities with singing and dancing, and everyone's face is filled with joy and piety.

However, the sudden and terrifying sight above them instantly froze them in place, as if their bodies were frozen by fear.

Before the fear could fully take hold, the surging waves roared in like a ferocious beast, and it was too late to escape.

Under the impact of the raging torrent, the fragile wooden house collapsed in an instant, just like a child's haphazardly stacked building blocks.

Countless Wakandans were swept into the mud, bobbing up and down in the murky floodwaters, disappearing silently like candles in the wind.

In contrast, Gray stood quietly high in the sky, calmly overlooking everything, like an observer.

He didn't have any complicated thoughts; he simply liked Wakanda and wanted to possess the land, nothing more.

This mentality is like that of a child who, once attracted by a favorite toy, is left with only a simple possessiveness and cannot tolerate any other thoughts.

In the adult world, moral, right and wrong, good and evil standards are like invisible ropes that bind behavior and thought.

However, a child's heart is as pure as a blank sheet of paper, unburdened by complicated ideas.

Gray was slightly different; he understood these principles, but he never went out of his way to cause trouble.

In a world where battles often cause the very Dao to weep, such a magnanimous and unrestrained style of conduct is nothing short of returning to one's true nature, bringing one only one step away from becoming an immortal...

"What a feudal country! They still preserve such decadent and extravagant palaces. Not bad, I like it!"

Gray has located T'Challa the Black Panther inside a magnificent palace.

Wakanda is a monarchy, and its supreme leader is King T'Chaka. At this moment, he is with the new Black Panther, monitoring Gray's every move through military satellites.

With a sudden burst of speed, Gray vanished from the screen and reappeared behind them the next second.

"Whoosh!"

In the spacious council chamber, more than a dozen armored guards were still immersed in grief and shock. It took them a full two seconds to snap out of their daze and raise their guns to aim at Gray.

Ironically, even though the gun was less than five meters from Gray, it was they who were shrouded in death and fear.

"Stop!" King T'Chaka shouted, his expression grave as he looked at Gray. "I am King T'Chaka of Wakanda. What is your purpose, and why are you attacking us?"

Tchaka clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. If conditions allowed, he would have loved to punch Gray immediately, even if it meant risking his life.

But he couldn't act impulsively. The disaster that had just occurred had buried at least several thousand Wakandans, and Tchaka had to restrain himself despite his raging anger.

He knew very well that the mysterious man before him possessed unimaginable and terrifying power, and that once war broke out, the Wakanda people would surely suffer annihilation.

Gray looked serious and said in a very solemn tone, "I would like to ask His Majesty the King to lead all the Wakandans to move away from this land. The African continent is vast and boundless, and I believe you can find a more livable new home."

"What? Moving out?"

Tchaka's face was full of disbelief, and he wanted to understand why Gray could so casually attempt to take over a country.

"absurd!"

T'Challa, the black panther, glared angrily and roared, "Wakanda is our homeland, where we've lived for generations! Every inch of this land is soaked in the blood of the Wakandans! We will never give it up! You can forget about it!"

"Really?"

Gray chuckled and turned his gaze to King T'Chaka, whose face was unusually grim but who did not immediately refute him.

This is the purpose of a show of force. Without actual casualty figures to illustrate the seriousness of the situation, His Majesty the King would surely lose his temper, and the death toll would be far more than just a few thousand.

In the end, it turns out that Gray killed people for the sake of the Wakanda!

"If you've come for vibranium, we're willing to give you a portion." These self-righteous words came from a magnificently dressed, elegant woman—Queen Ramonda, Black Panther's mother.

"Huh? I'm not here to beg for food. Your Highness, that's a rather harsh thing to say." Gray waved his hand, creating a terrifying gust of wind that turned the ignorant princess into a bloody mist.

When men are talking, women should try to avoid interrupting, as it can easily complicate simple matters.

Look, King T'Chaka, who was originally quite sensible, has suddenly become unruly, making a racket and acting like he wants to die.