American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

The next morning.

Shuon, clutching Thor's red cloak, like two golden-red shooting stars, completely ignored Jarvis's air raid sirens warning of an approaching unidentified flying object and crashed onto the observation deck of Stark Tower.

The loud noise shook the holographic projection in the laboratory three times, and the virtual beam of light that was calculating the atomic arrangement was all distorted into a luminous mess.

"Stark! Time to serve the food!"

If you ignore the nut in Shuon's hand that was clearly broken off from the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, he looks like a friendly neighborhood boy who has just finished his morning run and is heading out for dim sum.

Thor, whom he was dragging along, was even more unrestrained, clutching a huge roasted turkey leg, his mouth glistening with oil, and looking at the glass house, which exuded the decadent atmosphere of capitalism, with the eyes of someone looking at a rare animal.

The laboratory's automatic doors slid open with a weary sigh from Tony Stark.

The billionaire sported dark circles under his eyes that even sunglasses couldn't hide, his hair was a mess, and he held a cup of lethally hot black coffee that was still steaming in his hand.

He looked like a designer who had just been tormented by the client for a long time, radiating resentment as if he were saying, "I'm going to die for you all."

Tony glanced at the clock on the wall, then at the two energetic non-human figures, his eye muscles twitching uncontrollably.

"Is this your 'Good Morning' message?"

Tony pointed to the expensive floor tile that had been smashed and cracked.

"And, from which medieval film set did you kidnap a Viking pirate to be your henchman?"

"He's Thor, the God of Thunder. He's a pretty good fighter too."

Xiu En casually gave a brief introduction, his eyes fixed on the still-rotating atomic model in the center of the laboratory, his Adam's apple bobbing noticeably.

"That's the new flavor? It looks a bit like blueberry. Where's my reactor? It's been going on all night."

Xiu En spread out one hand, looking just like an impatient diner who had been sitting in a restaurant for half an hour without getting his food.

Tony took a deep breath and gulped down a mouthful of coffee.

"Do you think doing scientific research is like popping popcorn in a microwave? Just one 'ding' and it's done?"

He angrily slammed the coffee cup on the table.

"This is a new element! It's creation from nothing! Even the creation of the world by God in the Bible took seven days!"

Tony poked his chest with that finger.

"And me, as a human! Less than twelve hours have passed since I received the data! I still have to build the particle accelerator, calibrate the prism, and even design a new conversion interface for you, you glutton!"

"I've only gotten 80% of the theoretical framework sorted out, and you've already brought this 'brave guy' to knock on my window?"

"You have a really sharp tongue."

Thor swallowed a large piece of turkey, and the oily hand patted Tony on the shoulder enthusiastically.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled thuds.

Tony's body went numb instantly, and he almost spilled the coffee in his hand on his face.

"Is this the most brilliant blacksmith in Midgard?"

Thor turned to look at Shuen, his face full of genuine confusion.

"He looks like he couldn't even lift a hammer. Can he really create a feast that will satisfy us?"

"Hey! Get your greasy hands off!"

Tony jumped away, looking at the oil stain on his shirt with heartache.

"I'm not called Blacksmith! I have a name! And don't look at my armor like it's scrap metal; it's a work of art!"

Ivy Sunflower, who hadn't said a word, stretched and sighed.

"No matter where you are, once you collect three, your IQ will drift away like a dandelion seed."

Thor casually put down the hammer.

Tony looked at Thor's hammer, and then Shun and Thor gave a brief introduction.

Tony was clearly also very interested in the hammer.

Tony circled the warhammer that Thor had casually placed on the coffee table three times.

The holographic scanner in his hand emitted a series of red error messages, signifying unsolved mysteries.

"Based on my scan, its density, while astonishing, is definitely not at the level of a gravity well. So I suspect there's most likely a lock-on mechanism inside, some kind of gravity lock or biometric device? Only those with the divine power of Asgard can unlock it?"

"No, no, no."

Thor sprawled on the sofa with a look of anticipation.

"It's purely about qualification. If you're worthy, you can lift it. If you're not..."

He shrugged, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Qualifications? Like those damn members-only clubs?"

Tony scoffed.

"Or is it some kind of childish trick like King Arthur's? Just you wait, I don't believe in such nonsense. Physics has no right to say that."

A few minutes later, accompanied by a soft mechanical click, a Mark armor mechanical arm covered Tony's right hand.

The reactor glowed faintly in his palm, proving that this was merely a scientific experiment.

"Jarvis, turn the power up to the maximum."

Tony braced himself on the edge of the coffee table with one hand, while his right hand confidently gripped the hammer handle.

"Get up!"

The engine roared.

The coffee table creaked under the weight.

The hammer didn't budge.

It didn't move an inch.

"Okay, maybe it was a slip of the hand."

Tony cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Jarvis, turn on the thrusters too. Let's go for something tough."

This time, the thrusters at the back of the robotic arm spewed out blue flames.

The enormous reaction force not only failed to push the hammer, but instead propelled Tony himself, along with the robotic arm, into a backflip on the smooth marble floor, a move devoid of any aesthetic appeal.

"Clang!"

Iron Man crashed into the wine cabinet behind him in a very undignified manner, and it was only by using his mechanical arm to hold onto the cabinet door that he was barely prevented from flying directly out of the window.

"This is not scientific!! This is cheating! This is definitely some kind of quantum locking technology!"

Tony scrambled to his feet from a pile of broken glass and fine wine, awkwardly swinging the still-smoking mechanical arm, his stubbornness as pronounced as a freshly cooked duck.

"Ha! Hahahaha!"

Thor burst into a fit of maniacal laughter.

He walked over, easily hooked the hammer with just one finger, twirled it in his hand, and then tossed it to Tony, who looked on incredulously, as if juggling, causing Tony to shrink back in fright.

"It seems your tinplate is shiny, but your heart isn't heavy enough, my friend!"

Thor caught the hammer and patted its side triumphantly.

"This is the fingerprint lock from Asgard. It's much better than your Jarvis, isn't it?"

"Can I try?"

Xiu En, who had been squatting on the bar watching, suddenly spoke up.

The golden light flowing around him dimmed slightly, and his solid body radiated heat even greater than that of a furnace.

Before the two could answer, Xiu En extended his hand.

Tony was about to warn that the thing was heavy when he saw that Hugh didn't grip the handle, but instead tapped the hammer head with the same motion he used when picking watermelons at a market.

"Thump, thump."

Xiu En's fingers turned into liquid golden light, attempting to penetrate the fine Uru metal texture.

But at the moment of contact, a huge, ancient repulsive force, imbued with a strong sense of order, rebounded from inside the hammer, directly repelling the wisp of golden energy as if it were dust.

"hiss!"

Xiu En withdrew his hand in disgust.

"It definitely has a strange smell. It's like someone has coated this piece of meat with a thick layer of preservative, and it's an old man's preservative, since it wasn't this thick when this hammer was in the pit last time."

He frowned and looked at Thor.

"Your dad must be a control freak. Even if this thing is edible, you have to peel off that damned spell on the outside, otherwise it will taste like eating a Bible mixed with stones."

Thor's smile froze on his face, as if he was pondering whether this was an insult or some kind of advanced Earth metaphor that he couldn't understand.

Ivy's clone let out a long sigh and covered her eyes with a green leaf.

"One wants to conquer metal, one wants to prove he's the chosen one, and the other only wants to feel the hardness of the world with his teeth. Stark, if you don't bring out that new edible element soon, this guy under my shoulder might really start gnawing on your house's load-bearing pillars."

Tony Stark suddenly realized what was happening.

He glanced at the golden glutton that was still steaming and ready to wreak havoc, and immediately threw all his scientific pride to the winds.

"Alright! I know it's a hammer with a temper, that's scientifically sound, just like some devices can only be started by me."

Tony Stark, his face dark, ripped off the sparking mechanical arm. If you didn't look closely, you might have thought he had just thrown away some part of his own body.

To cover his embarrassment, he turned around and pointed at the air. Jarvis immediately and obediently projected the pre-prepared construction blueprints into the messy living room.

Blue virtual lines cut through the living room hallway like slicing a cake, and through a concrete wall that looked like a load-bearing structure.

"Listen, you big guys. To create new elements, I need distance, I need speed!"

Tony drew a straight line with his hand, a line that ran through the entire penthouse.

"Although this means I might have to say goodbye to my home theater if I do this."

"Distance? That's what troubles you mortals."

"In Asgard, we can simply send whatever we want via the Rainbow Bridge. But what if all we need to do is make a few holes in the wall?"

Thor revealed a smile that sent chills down the homeowner's spine.

He swung the hammer down at the wall without any running start, as if he were cracking a walnut.

"boom!"

Dust flew everywhere.

The entire wall disappeared.

Along with the dozens of bottles of Château Latour wine that Tony had treasured hidden behind the wall, they were also turned into red mud.

Along with the dozens of bottles of Château Latour wine that Tony had treasured hidden behind the wall, they were also turned into red mud.

"No need to thank me, blacksmith. It's what a friend should do."

"The efficiency is too low."

Shuen floated in mid-air, his golden eyes reflecting the ugly gap that had appeared to make way for the laser. All he wanted now was to eat the promised blueberry-flavored reactor.

He reached out his hand, and the high-strength alloy conduit, which should have taken the engineering team three days to assemble, floated up automatically like a group of snakes that had come to life.

Under Tony's horrified gaze, the hard alloy tubes, guided by Shuen's fingers, interlocked and stretched, assembling and welding themselves along the laser path.

"Snap!"

The last piece of the prism frame was pressed into place, fitting so perfectly that not even a single hair could be inserted.

"Your AI butler says the error margin must be within 0.01 millimeters?"

Xiu En snapped his fingers, and the remaining scrap metal automatically rolled into a perfect metal ball, which landed in his hand as a pre-meal snack.

"It's 0.00 millimeters now. Ignite it, my patience and my stomach are protesting."

Tony opened his mouth, but could only use his hand to push his drooping jaw back in. He glanced at the smashed wine cellar, then at the accelerator pipe that was not only finished but also polished.

"Jarvis, add hiring the Asgardian renovation team and the Gotham wizard to my future plans memo. Note: Include the wine loss in the budget."

As Tony forcefully flipped the start switch, the particle beams that had previously only existed in the holographic projection lit up in reality.

The laser beam cuts through the air and is accelerated by refraction between high-purity prisms.

It shrieked as it hurtled through the smashed living room, through the magically reshaped pipes, and finally crashed into the small triangular focusing plate.

A blinding burst of light erupted.

Ivy's sunflower clone closed its flower head.

In Xiu En's eyes, it was not just light, but a super-delicious, highly concentrated candy that was being born.

As the light faded, a triangular metal block radiating a pure, icy blue glow lay in the base, humming softly.

It is the culmination of Tony Stark's wisdom, and the focus of attention for all living beings in this room at this moment.

"Is it your heart, or my dessert?"

Xiu En licked his lips, his eyes dangerous.

"Oh, don't look at it like that. It's for saving lives."

Tony swiftly grabbed the piping hot new element.

Ignoring the burn on his palms, he protected them to his chest as if guarding against a thief.

"But I promise you, I'll build you an even bigger one! As long as this thing works."