American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Inside the spacious conference hall, Nick watched Tony, Osborn, and the others taking their seats in small groups, a complex look flashing in his eyes. "Unconsciously, Heberon, which was just starting out back then, has grown into such a behemoth."

The invited tycoons like Osborn had clearly regarded Heberon as an equal, or even a superior. While his and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s assistance played a part, the equipment and technology Luke created were also crucial to Heberon's successful growth.

Aside from the so-called military equipment, medical devices, virtual intelligent wearable devices, and the like, the longevity potion also attracted a large group of stakeholders for Heberon. It was truly Heberon who created a large cake and handed it over to everyone to divide.

When Luke walked onto the stage, the crowd, who had been exchanging pleasantries privately, stopped talking and turned their attention to Luke. Many people present were interested in Luke, who had single-handedly built Heberon. However, compared to Tony Stark, the playboy who was keen on attending various banquets, Luke Field, the master of Heberon, was the other extreme. Except for the early days, he rarely appeared in the public eye.

"I believe everyone can feel the drastic changes in the world," Luke said straightforwardly. "In fact, in the not-so-distant future, the changes in the world will be more drastic than anyone here can imagine. Under the drastic turmoil and changes, some people will definitely not be able to keep up with the times, and some people will definitely be caught up and then eliminated.

But as a benefit for accepting the invitation to come here, I am willing to give you all a ticket to the future, a ticket to survive.

I know some of you will say that I am alarmist, but I will not argue. Let's take a look at some video recordings first."

As Luke spoke, the entire conference hall suddenly darkened, and then a virtual image, indistinguishable from reality, replaced the Chitauri invasion, which was etched in the world's memory.

【Chitauri:

Race: Semi-mechanical

Nature: Cruel and tyrannical. From the moment they can remember, the younglings admire invasion and bloodshed. The most famous entertainment on their home planet is the slaughter of captives captured from various planets in a coliseum-like hunting ground. Year after year, the spilled blood forms a blood-colored rainbow landscape in the unique environment of their home planet.

Civilization Features: Consciousness Upload. The body is just a temporary shell for them to replace】

The picture changed, as if the world had been turned upside down, and the palaces of Asgard appeared, as well as some scenes and residents from other realms. Finally, the picture focused on Thor fighting in the other Nine Realms with his hammer.

【Thor Odinson

Race: Asgardian God

Nature: A fighting race with physical qualities at least three times that of humans. They are a powerful race and kingdom that once ruled the Nine Realms.

Civilization: Divine Power, Magic, Asgardian Technology】

The scene changed again, this time to the Hell dimension burning with flames and darkness. The scene existed for a very short time, but the sense of despair and oppression was felt by everyone present in that short moment.

"The Hell Dimension, a unique dimensional world. That's right, the one you're thinking of," Luke turned off the virtual projection and turned on the lights again.

"What are you trying to tell us by showing these?" A balding man stood up from his seat and, under Luke's gaze, took a microphone that materialized out of thin air and asked.

"A deal," Luke answered directly without concealing anything. "Heberon has reached a cooperation agreement with S.H.I.E.L.D., Asgard, and a lord of the Hell Dimension. In short, Heberon has invented a technology to mass-produce special equipment, and the lords of Asgard and the Hell Dimension have placed a large order with Heberon for materials and resources. Heberon and S.H.I.E.L.D. are willing to license the technology and share this order with everyone present. It should be noted that this is just the beginning."

"What do you want?" Norman Osborn also stood up from his seat. With his excellent business acumen, he easily saw the huge potential benefits that existed.

"What I want is technological boom," Luke said truthfully, but Osborn and the others obviously didn't believe it. However, Osborn did not continue to ask. He now urgently wanted to know the distribution of this.

"The shares and distribution of those resources and technology licenses..."

"Everyone present can obtain Heberon's technology license. As for the distribution of resources, you can ask Director Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. He is specifically responsible for evaluating and managing this," Luke directly passed the buck to Nick, who was sitting in a corner below the stage.

Nick immediately felt the gazes of many fiery eyes.

"I want to know, what is this order for?" Norman withdrew his gaze from Nick, looked at Luke on the stage, and asked again.

"Of course, it's for equipment," Luke shrugged. Strictly speaking, he had handed over most of the orders placed by those demons to Heberon, after all, time was tight and the task was heavy, and perhaps there would be more and more similar orders in the future.

Luke didn't care about these, but he had to let Stark and the others play a role as well. For example, providing him with more new technologies and knowledge. At the very least, it could enrich Luke's technical database. At least let Luke recover some of the costs of the [Source of Technological Concepts] he had invested in these people.

In the next few hours, Luke answered one question after another. Finally, during a temporary break, while Nick was being swarmed by people trying to build relationships, Tony, Dr. Banner, and Norman, a few, quickly blocked Luke who wanted to leave.

"I don't need your technology license, but I want to buy a batch of those materials," Tony and Banner had recently been obsessed with improving their permissions within the data dimension. They had uploaded a lot of technology and each received a considerable amount of new currency rewards.

They also knew that Luke and Nick, together with those mages and Asgard, had created a new currency system. Especially Tony, who had captured more information using technology.

For example, the reason why the poor little spider was suddenly rich? His bank account would receive a legal and compliant payment every month. The amount was not large, but it was enough for the little spider and his aunt to live a comfortable and stable life.

All of this was because the little spider had a channel to obtain some new currency, and he converted the new currency he received regularly into real currency and sold it to S.H.I.E.L.D.

At that time, the goods that could be purchased with the new currency were not open to the public, and even Tony Stark did not know the use of the new currency. But he was very clear that Luke and Nick would not do useless work.

"It depends on how much new currency you have," Luke said very bluntly, almost stating the words clearly.

"Dr. Banner and I have been improving well in the data dimension recently, and we have a lot of income," Tony said nonchalantly. If it didn't work, he would just work overtime for a few more days and create some more technology to throw into the data dimension to get new currency. He could also pull Dr. Banner along.

"Data dimension?" Norman, who had been listening quietly, sensitively grasped this word. He instinctively felt that this was a very important word, and if he could figure it out, it could answer many of the questions in his heart at the moment.

Norman's voice made Tony aware of his presence. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to Nick, who was heavily surrounded: "I think you should go over there."

Norman glanced at Tony coldly and did not answer him. He knew very well that Tony was just trying to be difficult, and he did not intend to argue with him, so his attention was always on Luke.

"This was originally going to be introduced in the second half. You can understand it as the virtual data side of the universe. For researchers, its biggest role is to help them get rid of the constraints of those instruments and the starting funds. As long as there is technology, it is enough to attract the favor and support of the data dimension," Luke explained, looking at Osborn's serious expression.

"In other words, in the future, it will be difficult for pure capital to control those who have mastered technology?" Norman felt a crisis from Luke's words. Recalling what Luke had said before, he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in his heart.

"It's just difficult to control to a certain extent. I believe Mr. Osborn will definitely master a new way of playing soon. But in any case, the future will be an era where technology geniuses are king. The data dimension saves you the process of verifying talents and verifying technology. You can directly invest in successful people. After all, if they want to develop on a large scale, they still need the support of you resource allocators," Luke reassured Norman's inner sense of crisis.

"I think this is good. Some technology companies that only rely on size and capital should be eliminated by latecomers. Only in this way can technology be quickly improved," Tony said with some schadenfreude. He was not afraid of this kind of competition. In any case, Stark in the future would still be a technology giant. But the achievements of companies like Hammer Industries in the past would be hard to say.

The few people followed behind Luke, each thinking their own thoughts, and came to the front of a metal warehouse door. After Luke opened the warehouse door and everyone stepped inside, whether it was Tony and Banner, who were full of interest, or Norman, who was solemn and somewhat absent-minded, all cheered up.

"Is that your latest battle suit?" Tony's gaze was attracted by a dark red, smooth, and mysterious patterned battle suit in front of him. Compared to his Mark battle suit, this battle suit was more rough and tall, with distinct edges and corners, and rivet-like spikes on the joints and limbs. The mask was an arrogant face. A fist-sized, purple gemstone-like crystal was embedded in the chest. The whole was filled with the beauty of violence and elegance.

"No, this is the Hell series battle suit, ordered by Mephisto," Luke shook his head and denied Tony's words, introducing it.

"Looks good," Tony praised.

"Of course it looks good. Mephisto provided a large number of rare dimensional materials from Hell. He asked me to manufacture it according to the specifications of a divine weapon. This can only be called a semi-finished product for the time being," Luke said. This battle suit, according to Mephisto's requirements, was to be comparable to Odin's Destroyer armor, but it was obviously still lacking some things.

"Is this made of the dimensional material you mentioned?" Tony curiously wanted to touch it and feel it, but Luke grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Although it is currently in a dormant state, it is best not to touch it without protection. This goes for you too. You can look at the things here, but it is best not to touch them easily," Luke reminded Tony and the others in a soft voice.

"Is it dangerous?" Tony was very interested, and Banner and Norman next to him were also energized.

"The materials produced in the Hell dimension are inherently dangerous. The material for building this battle suit is still from some of Mephisto's treasures. Although I have processed and treated the material to a certain extent, and filtering and protection measures have been taken here, if you touch it rashly, your spirit and soul may be absorbed into it and become the first soul imprisoned in this battle suit. Even if you are lucky enough not to be absorbed, your mental consciousness will be traumatized. You don't want to become a muddled, stupid, and foolish person in the future, do you?" Luke explained patiently.

"Okay, okay, I will control my own hands," Tony raised his hands, and then his gaze swept across the Hell armor, and his finger pointed to a football-sized metal ore nearby.

"Uru God Gold. One of Asgard's top forging materials. It has good magical energy containment properties. It is one of the excellent materials for creating divine weapons. Of course, it is also an excellent material for creating other equipment," Luke glanced over casually and introduced it.

"Sell it?" After listening to Luke's introduction, Tony immediately became interested. Since knowing the existence of magic and other energies, he had been一心想 to create an anti-mage magic armor. However, the previous materials could not satisfy him.

"I'm afraid you can't afford it," Luke shrugged.

"Believe me, there is nothing that I, Tony Stark, can't afford," Tony, who was questioned about his money power, was very unhappy, and his eyes looked at Luke with a hint of provocation.

"Don't want real currency. Just want new currency," Luke pointed out.

"I happen to have a sum of new currency in my hand, and Dr. Banner also has a sum there. If it's not enough, I can borrow his first," Tony said unwillingly.

"You might be able to ask Thor for a little, but if you buy it from me, you need at least a thousand new currency," Luke said.

"A thousand new currency? That's not expensive. I have at least eight thousand new currency in my hand," Tony's face showed a smile. Then, in Luke's next sentence, the smile froze on his face again.

"What I mean is, one thousand new currency, per gram!"