I became a weirdo in Marvel

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T'Challa once again flew through the black cloud. The pain deep in his soul was like being pierced by thousands of arrows. This time it was even more intense, as if every inch of his soul was torn into countless pieces.

His consciousness was quickly swallowed up by the boundless darkness and he fell into an endless coma.

After an unknown amount of time, T'Challa gradually heard a familiar voice calling him. The voice was gentle and urgent, as if it had ignited a ray of light in the darkness.

His consciousness began to awaken, and the calling voice became clearer and clearer, like a thin thread pulling him back from the abyss.

T'Challa opened his eyes with great effort, and everything in front of him gradually became clear. He saw Shuri, and his sister's worried face came into view.

Su Rui's eyes were sparkling with tears as he stared at him closely, as if afraid that he would fall into a coma again.

"Thank the Panther God, T'Challa, you're finally awake!"

Shuri's voice was filled with barely concealed excitement and relief, and her hand tightly grasped T'Challa's hand, conveying endless warmth and concern.

"Suri?"

T'Challa's mind was still in a mess, and he stared at Shuri for a long moment, as if trying to piece together reality and memory.

Before long, his thoughts gradually became clear, but what followed was endless worry and anxiety.

He sat up suddenly, his eyes becoming sharp and nervous.

"Wakanda, how is Wakanda?"

T'Challa asked eagerly, his voice full of anxiety and uneasiness.

"Don't worry, Wakanda is fine, look."

Su Rui moved aside and helped him to the edge of the city wall.

T'Challa's eyes scanned the distance eagerly, his heart filled with anxiety and anticipation.

When he looked up, he found that the strange black cloud in the sky had disappeared, as if it had never existed, and the bright sunshine filled the earth.

T'Challa's heart calmed down a little, but he still kept his eyes on the battlefield ahead.

On the battlefield, Wakanda's warriors were like a torrent of steel, charging forward bravely and fearlessly.

Determination and resolve were written all over every warrior's face. Their weapons sparkled in the sun, leaving silver trails.

T'Challa saw them killing the clockwork soldiers one after another, and the battlefield was littered with the wreckage of the clockwork soldiers, like a sea of ​​metal.

Several huge clockwork generals were also smashed, and their shattered remains were scattered on the ground like huge scrap metal sculptures.

However, what caught T'Challa's attention most was the lightning-like figure above the battlefield.

The iron battle suit emitting blue fluorescence flew flexibly in the air, and each bombardment was accompanied by dazzling blue lasers.

Wherever the laser went, the clockwork soldiers were torn apart like pieces of paper and instantly turned into scrap metal.

"That's... Iron Man, Tony Stark?"

T'Challa's voice was filled with disbelief, his eyes wide.

"uh-huh."

Shuri nodded, a bright smile on his face. "He was sent by SHIELD to support us. I was shocked at the time. I didn't expect him to show up in person. Without his help, Wakanda might have fallen long ago."

Shuri's smile was filled with a hint of mischief and pride. She continued, "Of course, the greatest credit goes to you. It was you who destroyed the black cloud and saved Wakanda."

T'Challa shook his head slightly, a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes: "It wasn't me, it was a few of us who saved Wakanda together. What about the others? How are the captain and the others?"

"They are all fine," Shuri comforted him, "Before you fell into a coma, they were safely taken away by people from SHIELD. It is worth mentioning that your lives were saved by Iron Man."

T'Challa frowned slightly, with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Don't you always look down on Stark? Why do I feel like you're always praising him?"

Shu Rui shrugged, with a sly glint in his eyes. "Really? At least his suit is really good. I think it's time to upgrade our Black Panther suit."

When T'Challa heard the word Black Panther, his heart sank and his father suddenly appeared in his mind.

His face darkened instantly, his eyes revealed deep sorrow, and his voice became low: "I'm sorry, I didn't find the king of Wakanda, our father..."

"what are you talking about?"

Su Rui covered his mouth mischievously, with a smile spilling from the corners of his eyes: "Father has returned a long time ago, much earlier than you."

"What? Is this true?" T'Challa opened his eyes wide in disbelief and excitedly held Shuri's shoulders, as if he was afraid that all this was just an illusion.

"Of course it's true. Why did you lie to me?"

Shuri patted T'Challa's shoulder gently and smiled tenderly, "He's in the palace right now. How about I take you to see him?"

T'Challa nodded heavily, his heart beating faster, the urgency and excitement in his heart almost overflowing from his chest, he couldn't wait to meet his beloved father, the king whom he respected so much in his heart.

Shuri smiled at this, turned around, and led the way briskly, with T'Challa following closely behind, his steps eager but with a hint of uneasiness.

Every step seemed to bring him closer to his father, while also deepening his inner anticipation and anxiety.

Finally, they arrived at the palace gate.

Shuri stopped and turned back to T'Challa, nodding and motioning him to go in. T'Challa took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy door.

Inside the door, sunlight shines through the tall windows onto the ground, outlining a warm area of ​​light and shadow.

T'Challa's eyes quickly swept across the room, finally settling on the familiar figure.

His father, T'Chaka, was half lying on the bed with his back to him, seemingly staring out the window, worried about the battle situation outside.

"Father!" T'Challa couldn't help but shout out, his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement and joy.

The figure slowly turned around with a loving smile on his face.

For a moment, T'Challa felt as if time had stopped, and all his anxiety and uneasiness disappeared at this moment.

He staggered forward and hugged his father tightly, feeling the familiar warmth and strength.

"T'Challa, my son, you are my pride." T'Chaka said softly, his voice full of pride.

T'Challa opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly he felt his fingers touch something attached to his father's back.

It was hard and cold, like a zipper chain.

His heart suddenly sank, as if he had fallen into an icy abyss. All the blood in his body seemed to freeze at this moment, and the cold quickly spread from his fingertips to his entire body.

T'Challa's breathing became rapid, and his chest seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making it difficult for him to breathe smoothly.

He slowly leaned back, his eyes involuntarily meeting T'Chaka's deep and strange eyes.

"Oh, you are really my good son."

(End of this chapter)