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Chapter 135: Iron Man's New Battle Suit

"Master Ancient One, I'm leaving. There's no need for you to be sad!"

Thor waved his hand grandly.

The Ancient One smiled and nodded.

The other sorcerers in the square couldn't help but feel relieved at his words.

Great, this troublesome figure is finally leaving!

Thor had been no bother recently. He spent his days teaching ordinary disciples as an honorary elder, and even the Ancient One couldn't complain.

In Thor's view, these sorcerers were far too sheltered under the grand Kamar-Taj. They were like flowers in a greenhouse, unlikely to withstand a real fight in the future.

Aside from Kaecilius, who was destined to return, Mordo, who might come back, and Wong, who seemed indifferent, few others were noteworthy.

Asgard wasn't like this; it had at least three Asgardian warriors.

When the towering tree that was the Ancient One fell, a first-year student was faced with a supervillain like Dormammu...

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Upon Thor's return to New York, S.H.I.E.L.D had finished dealing with the Frost Giants and had returned to their headquarters.

The Frost Giants, once a famous race, were now officially extinct, except for Loki, who refused to acknowledge his identity.

Their homeland, Jotunheim, was now part of history.

Hela returned after handling the last Frost Giant, and everything seemed unchanged.

Only Thor knew that Hela was different now, having buried a massive army of undead beneath the northern ice fields...

"How does it feel to be in a new era?" Thor teased, patting Captain America on the shoulder.

Steve smiled wryly and shook his head. "Everything feels strange and a bit out of place. It's like waking up and finding the whole world has changed. Plus, there are so few familiar faces."

After all, Steve had been frozen for nearly seventy years, and many who were still alive were centenarians.

Even Natasha, the youngest among them, was already in her eighties. Age was a touchy subject, so no one dared mention it.

Two years ago, Thor had gotten her a birthday cake with age candles, and she had chased him for three days and nights.

Perhaps due to genetic modification, Natasha hadn't become an overweight aunt as ordinary people might, which was something to celebrate!

"It's fine. You don't have many acquaintances, but the few you do know are still around!"

This was true. Captain America's close friend Bucky, Thor, his regular friend, and Peggy Carter, who had a little history with him, were still present, unchanged by time.

Howard Stark, who lived normally, had aged and passed away, but he had a son who bore a striking resemblance to him...

"Boom—"

A red figure landed in the yard. Stark lifted his visor and whistled. "Hey, everyone! You're all here! Interested in checking out my new suit? Guess what kind of upgrades I've made!"

"Not interested," Thor responded bluntly.

Though he was somewhat curious—after all, boys often had an inexplicable fascination with robots—he knew Stark would have something tricky up his sleeve...

Natasha, carrying a plate of fruit, added, "I'm not interested."

"Where's the armor? Show it to me when you have time."

Captain America, ever the polite one, didn't want to embarrass Stark and chimed in, though he wasn't particularly interested in mechanical gadgets.

Stark clearly understood this and suddenly looked deflated. "Well, actually, I added a new metal. It's only a few kilograms, but it significantly improves the armor's performance, especially in defense..."

"Vibranium?" Thor interjected.

"Um... how did you know?"

"Is it really Vibranium?" Thor asked, astonished.

He had guessed it was Vibranium because it was the only high-quality metal on Earth.

But getting so much was quite remarkable. Wakanda's Vibranium was rarely sold outside, and even in the original work, it was only enough for a small hammer, which could alert T'Challa, the rightful king.

Captain America was also surprised. "That's odd. Your father told me that my shield used all the Vibranium that was available globally. How did you acquire so much?"

Stark looked a bit embarrassed. "Last time I was in Greenland, Prince T'Challa—"

"T'Challa sent it to you?" Thor asked, surprised. The Wakandans were even more loyal!

"Uh, it was actually sent by his sister, Princess Shuri. She said it was from the new battle suit…"

Thor: "…"

Captain America: *…

The atmosphere grew awkward...

"Ahem…"

Thor cleared his throat. "Nephew, you can't just go to Wakanda for your armor!"

"!!!"

Thor, too, was somewhat taken aback.

But it was undeniable that Princess Shuri seemed to have a very favorable impression of Stark, even going so far as to cut corners for her brother's suit...

Could this be the so-called chemistry between two geniuses?

In Wakanda, T'Challa donned the new battle suit.

"Strange, Shuri. Why does this suit feel different from before?"

It wasn't surprising that the previous suits were mostly black, but this one was black and white...

"Hey, I added some Frost Giant's leather to certain parts. It's less hard, but much more flexible and comfortable. It's very useful in cold environments. Although the defense might be reduced, the speed of your claws will be greatly improved!"

"Got it, thanks…"

Thus, the future Black Panther became a true leopard...

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