The only player in the Marvel universe.

The next day.

At a private club, Trasco arrived on time for the appointment.

He was wearing a custom-made suit, and although he was only 1.3 meters tall, he had a powerful presence. He was followed by two bodyguards.

As they approached a door, several burly men guarding it stopped them.

"Only invitees may enter."

The two bodyguards frowned and looked at their boss.

Trasc waved his hand dismissively, saying, "I'll go in."

After saying that, he straightened his collar, clearly taking this meeting very seriously.

Although Trasc Industries is a well-known company in the United States, it's nowhere near as good as the one who contacted him today: Marvel Industries.

This company was founded a few years ago and was originally unremarkable, but a year ago it suddenly changed its name to its current name and has since made breakthroughs in multiple fields such as new materials, military technology equipment, biopharmaceuticals, and electromechanical engineering.

The achievements in any field are enough to sustain an ordinary company for decades, but Marvel Industries has new achievements every now and then, as if technology is free.

In a short period of time, this company rose to become one of the top companies in the United States.

Compared to it, Trasc Industries was far inferior.

Of course, Trasc himself was the same.

Recently, Marvel Industries announced the development of a new clean energy technology that could reduce energy costs by more than 80%. This news sent shockwaves through the industry, with many eager to collaborate with Marvel, only to be turned down. But just yesterday, the head of Marvel Industries suddenly contacted him, asking if he was interested in working together to exterminate mutants. Trascaux was completely stunned when he received this message.

But the other party was the renowned Marvel Industries, and he naturally wouldn't miss such an opportunity that was delivered to his doorstep, so he immediately decided to accept the invitation.

He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and went inside.

The space behind the door is large, decorated in a low-key yet luxurious style, with a spacious custom-made sofa placed in the center.

A dark-haired Asian man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a game controller in his hand, staring intently at the large screen in front of him, and seriously controlling the game character.

Behind him stood a tall, mixed-race woman dressed in office attire. Her long legs were taller than Trasc's entire body. She placed her hands on the Asian man's shoulders and gently massaged them.

"Psylocke, pay attention to my detailed maneuvers. Watch how I achieve a perfect clear without dying once."

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving again!"

"A good opportunity! Activate your blade!"

"Execution! Hahaha! Perfect victory!"

"That mere boss was nothing compared to what I slew with a single strike!"

The Asian man smiled dismissively, exuding the aura of a seasoned gamer.

Trasc glanced at the screen curiously and saw Du Mu's game character withstand the BOSS's damage without losing a single drop of health, and then instantly kill the full-health BOSS with a single slash.

Trasc: "

He doesn't play games, so can anyone tell him if this game is really set up this way?

But Trasc quickly realized that this game, from its graphics to its smoothness, far surpassed all similar products of its time, and was definitely beyond the capabilities of the technology available at that time.

As expected of Marvel Industries, they really are a force to be reckoned with.

Even a casually played game reveals such a technologically advanced foundation that transcends its time.

Psylocke noticed his presence, lowered her head slightly, and whispered in Du Mu's ear, "My lord, the guests have arrived." "I know."

Du Mu casually agreed, but his hands didn't stop. He activated the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, and the game character created countless clones that instantly cleared away the surrounding monsters. Only then did he put down the controller with satisfaction.

He took a glass of juice from Psylocke, sipped it, and turned his gaze to Trasc.

"You're Tesla?"

"I am Trascott, not Tesla," Trascott said with a polite smile.

Du Mu waved his hand: "It's all the same, it's all the same. I'm the boss of Marvel Industries. I invited you here. Just call me Doom." Trasc bowed slightly: "Mr. Doom, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Oh? How happy are you?"

Trasc: "

Looking at the unreliable young man in front of him, he felt that the other person did not quite match the image he had imagined.

"Just kidding, don't be nervous."

Du Mu gestured to the sofa on his right: "Mr. Trasco, please have a seat."

Trasc secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and after sitting down, he carefully began, "Mr. Doom, it's a great honor... ahem, thank you for inviting me to meet, but if I may ask, why did you invite me?"

In America, there are companies more powerful than Trax Industries. Those giants have been trying their best to get in touch with Marvel Industries, but they have all been rejected. He really couldn't understand why Du Mu would take the initiative to meet with him.

Du Mule chuckled and said, "As far as I know, your Trask Industries recently submitted a new project to the Ministry of Defense called Project Sentinel, right? I'm very interested in this project. Could you tell me more about it?"

Trasc's pupils contracted slightly.

The Sentinel Project is a classified project, and only he and several high-ranking defense officials know the inside story.

Du Mu's knowledge of this project proved that the other party's network was so extensive that they even had connections in the national defense sector, making them someone Du Mu could not easily provoke. Trasc hesitated for a moment, then said helplessly, "Your information network is truly impressive. Yes, we are indeed pushing forward with the Sentinel Project with all our might." "You also know about the existence of mutants, so you should understand my concerns. Mutants are now seriously endangering the safety of humanity. What's most terrifying is that our existing weapons are completely ineffective against them; even our military and national defense are just decorations in their presence."

It's still the standard American threat theory.

Any race not under their control is labeled a threat to the world, and then they try to rally everyone to attack them. Du Mu wasn't surprised; instead, he nodded: "Indeed, you're right. Mutants are truly terrifying."

The fairy butterfly behind him was speechless upon hearing this.

You're the Black King of the Hellfire Club, yet you talk like you're not a mutant.

Trasc, seeing that Du Mu agreed with him, seemed to have found a kindred spirit, and his gaze became fervent: "Therefore, we need a new type of weapon, a weapon that can truly fight mutants and protect human civilization. The Sentinel robot is my answer."

"Their names come from the guardians of ancient city gates, symbolizing the protection of humankind's home. Their flight capabilities are comparable to Harrier fighter jets, and their maneuverability is sufficient to track any target. Their weapon systems can fire thermal ceramic bullets at a rate of two thousand rounds per second."

"Of course, the most unique thing about the Sentinel robots is that they are equipped with an advanced gene recognition and navigation system that can accurately lock onto targets from half a mile away. They will only launch an attack after confirming that the target has mutant genes, thus minimizing the risk of accidentally harming ordinary humans." After saying this, Trasco looked at Du Mu with anticipation, waiting for the other party to show an amazed expression.

But Du Mu looked disappointed.

"this one?"

"what?"

Trasc's smile froze on his face.

What do you mean by "that's all"?

Isn't that awesome?

Actually, we can't really blame Trasco.

To create such a robot in the 70s, even equipped with a gene recognition system that could be considered cutting-edge technology, was quite remarkable. However, in Du Mu's view, this Sentinel robot was far inferior to the Iron Monger armor, and compared to the Sentinel robots of the future, it was worlds apart.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. The Sentinel robot is currently only in its first generation. Before it acquires Riven's genes, it's difficult for the Sentinel to be upgraded to the point where it can adjust its abilities in real time according to changes in the target.

The current Sentinel robots are at best mobile cannons, and are still many versions away from being true mutant killers.

"Well, it's alright, I guess."

Du Mu pursed his lips, looked at Trasc, and asked, "Has the defense department approved this project yet?"

Trasc sighed and shook his head: "Not yet. They believe that mutants are a very small minority. Although the individual threat is great, it is not worth investing astronomical sums of money to develop specialized anti-mutants."

Du Mu continued, "Do you currently have any finished products of your sentinel robots?"

Trasco nodded: "We have several complete prototypes, all of which have passed internal testing and are performing stably."

"That's fine then."

Du Mu grinned: "In a few days, Marvel Industries will be holding an expo, and there will be many military and defense personnel attending. I can give you a chance to showcase your capabilities to them and let them see the Sentinel robots for themselves."

"Mr. Doom, are you telling the truth?"

Upon hearing this, Trasc's eyes lit up instantly.

He certainly knew the significance of this expo.

The Marvel Industrial Expo, spearheaded by Marvel Industries and co-organized with several tech giants, is a premier platform for showcasing cutting-edge technology to the world. Political figures, high-ranking military officials, Wall Street tycoons, and global media gather here, with countless people watching intently, eager to witness the birth of the next world-changing technology.

For any company, getting the opportunity to showcase its products at an expo is like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, a remarkable achievement.

Unfortunately, the Marvel Industrial Expo had a limited number of booths, all of which were snapped up by the giant corporations, leaving other companies with no chance to secure one. Unexpectedly, Du Mu gave him one of the booths directly.

If the Sentinel robots can get on stage at the Marvel Industrial Exposition, they'll catch the attention of the Department of Defense, and maybe then the Department of Defense will approve his Sentinel program!

Du Mu nodded: "Of course, I never lie."

Trasc took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him: "But... why are you helping me? We don't even know each other."

Du Mu said earnestly, "Didn't I already say? I'm very interested in your ideals. For the sake of humanity, mutants must be completely eradicated, which is why I helped you advance Project Sentinel!"

Trasc suddenly realized.

So that's how it is. This Mr. Doom is also an anti-mutant.

No wonder they were willing to help me, no wonder they were so interested in the Sentinel robot.

Trasc asked cautiously, "Excuse me, Mr. Doom, what did the mutants do to you? Why do you hate them so much?"

He developed the Sentinel robot out of concern that mutants would threaten humanity's dominance.

But Du Mu looked different.

His targeting of mutants, his desire to exterminate them all, must stem from some deeply traumatic experience.

"You actually figured it out. Yes, I was indeed deeply hurt by mutants."

Du Mu clenched his fists, as if recalling some painful past events.

Trasc held his breath, leaning forward slightly, ready to listen to a tragic story.

"That was three years ago, in the summer."

Du Mu's gaze drifted into the distance, and he said in a low voice, "Back then, I was playing a game with a mutant, and that guy secretly used his powers to cheat and win the match. From that day on, I swore there would be no more mutants in the world, and that games would have a pure environment!"

Trasc: "

Is it because mutants cheated in the game that the decision was made to eliminate all mutants?

Trasc's lips twitched: "Mr. Doom, this is a bit too much..."

"You're angry too, aren't you!"

Du Mu angrily slammed his fist on the sofa armrest, filled with righteous indignation: "There are two kinds of people I hate most in my life: those who cheat in games and those who don't let me cheat in games!"

Trasc: "

No, I think you're being hypocritical.

Trasc, an extreme humanist who had dedicated himself to eliminating mutants for many years, couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for mutants upon hearing this.

He cheated in a game, and somehow his entire clan was wiped out.

What could be more unjust than this?

Of course, Trascott wouldn't defend mutants.

The more Du Mu hates mutants, the more advantageous it is for him. All he wants is for Project Sentinel to be implemented. As for the motives of his partners, they are not important at all.

Thinking of this, Trasc stood up and looked at Du Mu, who was sitting at the same time.

He solemnly declared, "Rest assured, Mr. Doom, if you give me just one chance to showcase the Sentinel robots at the expo, I assure you that mutants will no longer pose a threat to humanity... or the gaming environment."

"Okay, I'll wait for that day."

Du Mu patted Trasc on the shoulder and said with satisfaction, "I'll have someone send you the invitation tomorrow. Go back and make sure everyone witnesses the power of the Sentinel robots."

"OK!"

Trasc nodded emphatically, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

He felt like a piece of old manure buried under a latrine for many years, finally waiting for the discerning Eighth Brother to recognize its value.

After Trascoff left, Psylocke couldn't help but ask, "Lord Black King, why did you help this human? If that so-called Sentinel robot really catches the eye of the Department of Defense, wouldn't we be in trouble?"

Although Du Mu looked down on this first-generation Sentinel robot, the others did not think so.

For example, Psylocke, a mutant with high attack and low defense.

She put herself in the situation and thought that if she encountered a Sentinel robot, she probably wouldn't be able to withstand it, since she had no means of defense or flight. Her fate would be either to be beaten or to run away.

Du Mu chuckled and said, "There's an old saying in the East, 'Western materialism... Bah!' It means, 'To destroy someone, you must first drive them mad.' Hammer Industries has perfectly illustrated the final outcome for us."