American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

The exploding energy rings spread outwards from the mutated Doom. A burly man with a scruffy beard and leather jacket nimbly dodged the center of the impact, his movements belying his size.

Three golden claws retracted into his knuckles, disappearing from sight.

"This isn't good. Madness, despair, chaos, all sorts of negative emotions... arrogance can't handle this," the man shuddered, feeling the spiritual energy clinging to the retracted claws.

The bloody hole in the mutated Doom's chest, torn open by the claws, sizzled like roasting meat. Doom's mutated body's powerful healing ability seemed to be severely hampered, not healing the wound instantly but instead struggling, the rate of recovery noticeably slowed.

"Wolverine?" Harry asked tentatively, overjoyed as he looked at the familiar figure.

In fact, his tense heart had already relaxed the moment he saw Becky appear. As the little princess of Hebron, Becky Field wasn't publicly known, but companies that cooperated with Hebron and S.H.I.E.L.D. knew about her. He had even seen Becky casually strolling around the Time Variance Authority with a dog named Rude.

Although he wasn't sure why Becky had come, her appearance undoubtedly gave him more confidence than anyone else! And if Wolverine was added, it would be even more reassuring.

This meant that neither Hebron nor his superior, Loki, had abandoned him. He didn't even think he was worth such attention.

If Harry's thoughts were known to Loki, he would probably agree on the spot, without revealing the so-called truth. The truth was, this was just Becky's momentary curiosity, and had nothing to do with Hebron or Luke. Wolverine's arrival was just Loki wanting to retaliate against the intruder who had embarrassed him. Finding Harry and bringing him back was a minor consideration, something he could do or not do.

If they found him smoothly, then naturally everyone would be happy. If they found the intruder but not Harry, then Loki could give an explanation afterwards. After all, anything could happen with such disappearances. Not everyone was as lucky as Captain America.

"Oh, wait a moment, I still have a mission to do. We can only go home after it's done," Wolverine, Logan Howlett, glanced at the two identical Harrys wrapped in symbiotes and waved his hand.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, Wolverine's muscles bulged, stretching his clothes as if they were about to burst. He stomped his feet on the ground, creating deep pits in the hard surface. Wolverine's body shot out like an arrow, creating a gust of wind and crashing into the mutated Doom with a sonic boom.

The mutated body, over three meters tall, was sent flying by Wolverine's impact. Two tentacles on its soles turned into suction cups, trying to stabilize its body on the ground, but were torn off by the violent impact, spraying out a patch of rapidly blackening blood.

"Wow, cool! Can you do that?" Johnny whistled and patted Ben's shoulder next to him.

Thump!

A huge fist slammed directly into Johnny, staggering him and sending him crashing to the ground.

"Don't touch me, it's hard enough for me to stay conscious right now. You better be honest and don't show off your poisonous tongue in front of me. If you provoke me and I lose control, I don't think you want to see me beat you like a punching bag, do you?" Ben Grimm grunted.

He was indeed trying to restrain the power within him, the power that constantly affected and impacted his mind and brain, putting him in a state of rage. He felt like he was a powder keg, and if he was provoked, he might really enter that violent and crazy state again.

He didn't want that!

If he could, he really wanted to rush over and help beat up the mutated Doom. But the two monsters were fighting with too much momentum, and even the energy fluctuations alone were shocking. At least after this fight, this place would really be completely ruined.

"Who are they? Who is Wolverine?" Reed and Susan also heard the conversation between Harry and Wolverine. They sensitively sensed something from it and eagerly asked Harry for confirmation.

They couldn't even grasp the other party's current trajectory, let alone help. If they forcibly intervened, they might as well be the thick-skinned Ben, or they might become a burden. So Reed distracted himself by watching a certain roaring dark area, while trying to extract the information he wanted from Harry.

"People who came to pick me up," Harry looked at Reed, hesitated, and still answered. In the past year, he had seen Reed's talent in research and invention. His brain was like another world's Stark, even more driven and inspired than Stark.

At least from a comparison, the former Stark was still somewhat specialized, but Reed could be called an all-rounder.

Harry believed that such a person should be valued and recruited by the Time Variance Authority. His talent was only limited by this world. If he could be given a big stage and let him see a wider world, his achievements should be greater.

At least he shouldn't be worse than Stark and Banner.

If he could bring him to Osborn, then when he grew up, Osborn would gain an invention genius comparable to Stark. This was where Osborn differed the most from Stark.

They didn't have a leader, a chief scientist comparable to Stark and other invention geniuses. This greatly limited Osborn's development, forcing Osborn to rely on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s whims.

Stark, relying on his own and Dr. Banner's inventions, lived a more comfortable life than other giants, and had more say in places like S.H.I.E.L.D..

At least saving a large amount of technical patent expenses was enough for Stark to accumulate far ahead.

Both Hebron and S.H.I.E.L.D. favored companies with their own technology and inventions, and even more favored those with their own unique technology.

Although giants such as Osborn could cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D., and even obtain some of the technologies that Hebron eliminated or authorized through S.H.I.E.L.D., it was only because of various considerations and Nick's help.

In fact, the giants had already completed part of their mission. Although they were still behemoths, it was only because of their size and manufacturing power. In terms of accumulation alone, some streamlined personal research rooms might be more affluent than the giants.

There were always people who were unwilling to work for the giants, and who were talented and unruly. Perhaps in the past they had to please and rely on giants and businessmen due to various problems such as funding and equipment, but now with the support of the data dimension and Hebron, those who were truly talented could always find a way to make a living in the new scientific research environment. The best of them could even form cooperative relationships with the major giants with their individual strength.

For example, a small research room used the data dimension's assistance to develop a technology needed by the giants, and could use the authorization form to let the data dimension and Hebron endorse the authenticity, and then bargain with the giants, and finally choose one of them, or authorize all of them, to earn some patent fees with a limited lifespan.

They also took on some customized research assigned by giant companies. With a certain investment, if they developed the technology needed by a giant earlier, all the research and development costs would be reimbursed, and there would be generous rewards. Of course, it could also be other conditions, such as the sharing of technology application, etc.

Once the technology leadership was transferred, the monopoly attributes of the giants would be greatly weakened. Even if they were still strong, they were far from their former peak. Of course, this was not to say that the strength or influence of the giants had declined, their importance and strength were improving, but their responsibilities and styles had to undergo significant changes under the change of the environment.

They were now more like a technology collection merchant, forming a platform and supply cooperative relationship with many laboratories and talented researchers from all over the universe.

Stark, with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner as the two banners, could still win the favor of many researchers. At least they understood technology and had idol filters. Therefore, as the two major brands of Stark Industries, Stark Industries was far ahead of the major giants in terms of reputation and inclination in various research and development groups.

So Harry had always been tolerant and supportive of Reed, and did not hesitate to instill some non-confidential knowledge to him in exchanges. Now it was almost time to harvest the fruits.

As for whether Reed was willing to change to another world to live?

Harry had no doubts about this. Who could refuse a paradise for inventors? That kind of environment and atmosphere, and the existence of the data dimension, had a fatal attraction to people like Reed.

If he was reluctant to leave Susan and the others, he could let them be packaged and taken together as a team. Harry was willing to provide some proof and help for this, and pay some upfront investment.

"Remember the spiritual energy technology? It comes from the world I'm in, and it's just the tip of the iceberg. There is a collection of technologies from the entire universe and even the multiverse, countless invention geniuses, and the unparalleled data dimension that inventors regard as the highest auxiliary. When the trouble is solved, I may be able to take you there to see and feel it when I go home," Harry baited Reed and the others.

Reed heard this and was a little tempted by the world Harry mentioned. But before he could express anything, a familiar figure flew over and crashed into Ben, sending them both flying.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing Wolverine, who had several deep, bone-deep wounds on his chest, exposing even his internal organs, supporting himself on the ground and shaking his head to stand up, Reed forgot what he wanted to say for a moment. Such injuries could basically be said to be fatal to a person.

"I'm fine. But the other party seems to be completely crazy," Wolverine touched his head, spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, and looked at the darkness with a solemn expression.

Pieces of soldiers' lives and emotions were drawn empty, turning into dry corpses lying on the ground, undergoing silent mutations under the pollution.

Doom, who had absorbed the last despair and hatred of at least thousands of soldiers' lives, was now somewhat unable to control his clear consciousness and thoughts. Or rather, from the moment he chose the path of rapid strength increase that would inevitably be polluted, Doom's thinking and consciousness had already changed imperceptibly.

He would eventually reach this step of chaos and madness.

It was just that this stage could have been delayed or even controlled. But facing the pressure from Wolverine, the mutated Doom completely disregarded everything under madness and began a desperate deeper evolution.

The despair and hatred of those soldiers brought him powerful power, but also frantically impacted his already precarious sanity. In the end, the string of his sanity had been stretched tightly and approached the limit.

Stubborn arrogance and conceit could not help him suppress other emotions like before.

The only remaining sanity made Doom release the overly abundant spiritual energy, as well as the pollution in his heart.

A huge dark creature appeared out of thin air, based on the corpses of soldiers, and was shaped by rich spiritual energy. It was like a giant in the darkness, and all that could be seen was its raised sickle and the huge single eye containing the will of madness. Countless black phantoms floated vaguely in the darkness behind him like kelp.

Doom, who had released too much despair and dark emotions from his heart, finally regained some sanity. Even his severely mutated body recovered some human form. This was some filtering method he had figured out based on the knowledge and information of spiritual energy, mixing the power beyond his own limit and those chaotic and crazy wills that affected his sanity to create a carrier. To be crazy for him.

This method could not be said to be perfect, and the best effect was the first one or two times. The more times, the weaker the effect. But at least it was the best filtering method he could do at present.

"Wow, this is good!" Seeing the huge one-eyed monster, Becky, who had been watching the show from the side, tiptoed and shouted excitedly. She looked at the restriction ball holding Ragnaros in her hand, and then looked at the one-eyed black shadow that could give people a strong emotional resonance and pollution at a glance. She felt it was necessary to find a companion for her Ragnaros.

As for the despair and death contained in the one-eyed eye, Becky directly ignored it. She, who had been fed with spiritual energy liquid by Luke since she was a child, had a very high resistance to various negative states of spiritual energy.

PS: Thanks to Mint also for the reward.