Marvel: Saint Seiya Starting with the Reality Stone

Chapter 114 Wakanda, without any foundation!

The one from Wakanda is called Bernin Zana.

Locals call it the Golden City!

Because the vibranium meteorite fell here and was buried beneath the entire capital city.

Vibranium-cast towers stand in a staggered pattern, while futuristic buildings with soft, flowing lines and traditional African dome patterns are scattered throughout. The entire Golden City gleams with a faint metallic sheen as it is nestled among the mountains.

Within this futuristic city lies a grand golden palace.

It's not fake gold.

It is a palace truly built of gold, where the Golden Tribe of Wakanda, the royal family of Wakanda, resides.

The Golden Horde are not only the royal family of Wakanda, but also its rulers.

King Tchaka.

Queen Ramanda.

Prince T'Challa.

Princess Su Rui.

Furthermore, Shuri is not only the princess of Wakanda, but also Wakanda's chief scientist.

But at this moment, Su Rui, who was in the central command center of Wakanda, looked at Mike on the big screen. Mike, who seemed to be looking at her with golden eyes in front of the fake tribe on the outskirts of Wakanda, seemed to be looking through the surveillance camera. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed, and she couldn't help but let out a gasp.

For Wakanda's safety, the methods they use to conceal themselves are not limited to simply having border tribe warriors disguised as ordinary herders.

Meanwhile, Wakanda's surveillance system covers the entire area around Wakanda and is equipped with state-of-the-art analysis and alerting tools, enabling real-time monitoring of personnel appearing within the alert zone and immediate alerts to the command center.

So the moment Mike set foot on the border tribe, the central command center of Wakanda's Golden City had already taken notice of him, and every word Mike said had been transmitted to the central command center without missing a single detail.

However, the staff at the central command center did not say anything, but instead all turned their attention to Princess Su Rui.

Do you have any information?

"have."

"Retrieve it."

"Yes."

As a staff member responded, and with a few taps on the projected keyboard, Mike's information was quickly retrieved and simultaneously displayed next to Mike in the monitor.

Su Rui looked at the information about Mike that she had found.

Born an orphan, she was adopted by the Amétra couple in New York. She attended public schools and received a scholarship to New Jersey City University. She graduated with an accounting degree. On the day of her graduation ceremony, the Battle of New York took place. Her adoptive parents were unfortunately caught in the crossfire and died. She was buried in Trinity Cemetery.

The information was unremarkable, nothing special about him, and he seemed like an ordinary person.

After all, the moment Mike was exposed, S.H.I.E.L.D., which knew his identity, had already been designated a terrorist organization by the five major philanthropists.

Moreover, only a handful of people know Mike's true fighting strength, and neither Victoria Hand nor Phil Coulson are the kind of people who talk big.

Therefore, those who know about Mike are limited to what they should know; at the very least, in any source, Mike is portrayed as an unremarkable figure.

Is it just a possibility?

Su Rui looked at the retrieved information and judged it to be fake at first glance. Then he looked at the surveillance footage again and saw Mike, who seemed to be staring at him from a distance, but with golden lion eyes.

soon.

She made her judgment.

Fifteen minutes later, her father, the current King of Wakanda, and T'Chaka, Wakanda's own superhero Black Panther, entered from outside, accompanied by Wakanda's royal guards.

The staff members in the hall all stood up.

Su Rui also looked at his father and bowed.

"Father."

"Su Rui".

With his short, gray hair and angular face, Tchaka looked at Mike on the monitor screen with deep eyes.

If you ignore his skin color, you have to admit that Tchaka is a handsome older man.

pity.

Well known.

Fair skin hides a hundred flaws!

same.

A tan can ruin everything. No matter how good-looking you are, how handsome or beautiful you are, or how great your figure is, if you get a tan, then nothing will work.

At least that's how it is for Mike.

He doesn't like black.

It could even be described as disgust.

This is because he has a strong enough character, having lived three lifetimes, that he can perfectly control any amount of power he possesses.

If he didn't have enough moral character...

Ha ha.

Let me put it this way.

He won't give Wakanda time to make a choice.

Either give him the vibranium, or he can simply flatten Wakanda and then claim the vibranium as his own spoils.

Mike, standing outside the disguised tribe in Wakanda, calmly watched the dozens of small black people moving towards him, seemingly intending to surround him, and thought to himself.

He dislikes the color black, but that doesn't mean he'll act rashly.

After all, whether it was his first life as an Easterner or his second life as a Saint, he needed to have a legitimate reason for his actions.

It all boils down to one sentence.

He's still too kind-hearted.

Mike thought to himself, then looked at the darkness in front of him and simply closed his eyes, choosing to ignore it.

Because he was afraid that if he continued to watch, he would lose the urge to take action and purify the place.

after awhile.

Just when Mike thought he would have to wait a while longer, or even until his patience ran out, Cizzo Delamini, who was disguised as an ordinary old shepherd, seemed to have received some kind of instruction. A look of surprise flashed across his fake old face, and then he greeted him and got up from the ground.

The moment Cizzo Delamini stood up, a flash of light appeared on his aged face, and then the aged face disappeared, replaced by the tough, dark face of a warrior. His figure was no longer hunched, but stood tall like a warrior as he stood before Mike.

"Mr. Ametra."

"----how."

Mike slowly opened his eyes and looked at Cizzo Delamini standing in front of him: "Tell me, what is your decision?"

Cizzo Delamini said in a deep voice, "Our king wishes to see you."

To be honest, Mike felt a little regretful upon hearing this.

After all, this was not the answer he had expected.

Because he still prefers to hear Wakanda refuse his requests, and even tries to silence him to prevent him from informing the Five Good Men.

This is good.

Mike was pleased with Wakanda's choice, because choices are mutual, and once Wakanda did this, he had a legitimate reason to act.

But right now?

Forget it.

Mike's mind raced as he looked at Cizzo Delamini before him: "Lead the way."

Cizzo Delamini listened to Mike's calm words without saying anything more. He gestured for Mike to enter and then turned and walked ahead.

Ignoring the wary glances directed at him from all around, Mike followed Cizzo Delamini, who was walking ahead.

But the two did not go very far.

Just as Mike followed Cizzo Delamini through the tribe, a futuristic fighter jet, seemingly impossible to manufacture on Earth, appeared in the previously empty grassland as a stream of light spun.

Cizzo Delamini, who was walking ahead, glanced at Mike out of the corner of his eye, trying to see any form of shock on Mike's face.

But it didn't.

Mike didn't seem surprised at all that a sci-fi fighter jet would spawn here.

In fact, he was surprised, but he didn't care.

Because when your power reaches a certain level, you can become indifferent to or even ignore many people and things.

The fighter jet took off from the spot, hovered in the air for a while, and then flew over the mountains not far away.

next second.

Just as the fighter jet was about to crash into the mountains in front of them, the mountains suddenly disappeared, as if they had entered another dimension.

The vast grassland stretches as far as the eye can see.

A river that flows continuously.

Lush green mountains, and a massive, futuristic city complex that comes into view.

And behind that city complex lies a cluster of golden palaces.

As Cizzo Delamini piloted the plane toward the Golden Palace complex, he looked proudly at Mike in the co-pilot's seat: "This is the capital of Wakanda and the Golden Palace where our king resides."

Mike glanced at Cizzo Delamini, whose face was brimming with pride.

He didn't understand what the other person was so proud of.

Is it because this palace complex is made of gold?

Is it magnificent?

No.

Mike just thought the other person was very unsophisticated, like a nouveau riche bumpkin.

Because he saw no profound history or heritage in this golden palace complex, but only the appearance of a poor person suddenly becoming rich.

Especially after the plane landed and I stepped off, seeing the so-called royal guards—who were not entirely black but wore gold uniforms, making them look both black and gold—filled my field of vision, I felt almost unable to look at them.

This is so damn awful!

Fortunately, it's alright.

Tchaka's appearance is quite normal; both his clothing and his looks resemble the state of an aging king.

If we ignore the fact that Tchaka also has a dark complexion.

In a side hall of the Golden Palace.

T'Chaka appeared very amiable. After Mike was led in by the chief guard, a friendly smile immediately appeared on his face. He stepped forward and extended his right hand, saying, "Mr. Ametra, welcome to Wakanda."

Mike looked at the right hand extended to him, but without any intention of refusing to shake hands with someone who was being friendly, he chose not to.

He has his principles.

He didn't force his way in simply because he was kind, but that doesn't mean he would violate his principles of friendship.

Besides, he doesn't need a bunch of black people to be his friends.

So let's get straight to the point, Tchaka.

Vibranium.

"Five hundred catties."

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