Reed Richards

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The transformation of Inhumans involves the genes of the Kree, and in fact, all Inhumans are genetic hybrids of Kree and Earth genes.

Take the Black Bolt, for example. He doesn't need his deadly voice; his physical strength alone can send the Thing flying. In his enraged state, he can even match Omega-level mutants like Cyclops' brother, the Emperor of the Shi'ar, Vulcan. Although he's only half as strong as Thanos in his normal state, he can still inflict large damage on Thanos.

Now, let's compare this to Miss Daisy. Heh, she's considered quite strong among ordinary folks now, but there's still a huge gap between her and Black Bolt.

Even though she was enhanced by the Heart-Shaped Herb once, she should be stronger than Medusa, Gordon, and the others in the frontline, but she's still no match for Black Bolt.

As she researched into the root cause, the only explanation was that her bloodline was not pure enough.

As the queen of the Inhumans, Medusa once announced to humans that the Inhumans had been able to reach the moon 30,000 years ago. The technological capability of the other party ensured that their bloodline could receive the most optimized treatment.

Daisy is directly behind at the starting line.

But she also has an advantage. In her memories, S.H.I.E.L.D. still has a Kree corpse, and that part of the genes is very helpful to her.

In addition, Carol Danvers, with her human body mixed with Kree genes, became Captain Marvel, and this experience can also serve as a reference.

The quantum band that created the superhero Quasar is also in the hands of Nick Fury.

Not to mention the Tesseract. In short, S.H.I.E.L.D. has many treasures, and she still needs to continue climbing the ranks.

"Miss, the Baxter Foundation is interested in leasing our supercomputer." Two days later, Maki reported a piece of news to her.

Renting a supercomputer and providing a service port is a common job. Many companies or individuals can't afford a supercomputer, so their solution is to rent it!

Daisy, who was tutoring Lorna in algebra, frowned slightly. The maid looked at her and knew from her eyes that she hadn't heard of this foundation.

She hurriedly took out the information and introduced it to Daisy. "They support the development and innovation of young scientists across the United States. Currently, they have funded 135 projects. The Baxter Foundation has already proven the existence of dark matter, developed quad-core Superchips, unmanned vehicles, and completed theoretical research on space elevators."

As the maid flipped through the documents, she visibly paused when she reached the last page. "They are currently researching the enhancing effects of cosmic rays on the human body..."

Huh? Daisy's attention was drawn, she rubbed Lorna's head, gesturing for her and Dumpling to go play aside, and she herself took over the documents and carefully read through them.

With just a glance, she confirmed that the Baxter Foundation's cosmic ray project would eventually lead to the birth of the Fantastic Four.

The foundation operates differently from companies. They accept donations from all sectors of society and shareholders, then assess and fund potential targets, and after the project succeeds, return the results to the contributing shareholders.

The foundation itself does not generate income and has a slew of tax exemptions and deductions in accordance with legal regulations, making it a legal means for many wealthy people to conceal their income.

Daisy quickly flipped through the documents. The other party wanted to lease their supercomputer port, so naturally, they would provide a not-too-detailed plan. This is a supercomputer, not a video game console. If it gets involved in illegal activities, Daisy will also bear some responsibility.

The application seemed acceptable, with no fancy wording. The current person in charge is Reed Richards, and everything is still in the early preparation stage.

"Help me arrange a meeting with the foundation's leader," she said. She really wanted the data from their experiment. Doctor Reed's vision was very advanced. While everyone else was still focused on the ground, he dared to venture into outer space. Leaving aside everything else, his courage was remarkable.

Just a day later, Reed Richards arrived at her villa with his friend, bodyguard, and driver, Ben Grimm.

Reed still had the demeanor of a scientist, tall and thin, with a gentle face. When it came to specific issues, he found it difficult to articulate because they didn't have much money.

As a brilliant scientist, one would expect him to be well-off, but in reality, he struggled financially, living a frugal life and stretching every penny.

No matter how high his intelligence was, he was still burdened by various trivial matters. Reed Richards owned a building at the intersection of Madison Avenue and 42nd Street, named Baxter Building. Technically, the term "poor" didn't apply to him at all.

Owning a building in Manhattan but still considered poor? Then Daisy must be homeless.

The truth was Mr. Reed didn't fare well. His experiments needed huge expenses, forcing him to both delay the mortgage payments on the building and rent out the lower floors to cover his daily expenses.

The tenants in the building often complained about the dangers of his experiments, so the rental situation wasn't good. Plus, he occasionally funded some youth innovation projects, so Mr. Reed Richards was the kind of person who seemed well-fed but was actually very poor.

"Please, have a seat, both of you." To make the conversation more formal and make herself appear more mature, Daisy changed into a coffee-colored business suit. Normally, she dressed very casually at home.

There was a small incident when she changed into her business suit. Dumpling didn't recognize her at first glance...

Reed sat down calmly, and the bald, burly Ben Grimm carefully eyed the lion cub, making sure it wouldn't harm anyone, before sitting next to Reed.

"Renting out the supercomputer and providing you with a port seems fine from my perspective. I only need the supercomputer at night, so you can rent it by the hour during the day," she stated her position first. There was no need for the usual back-and-forth negotiation in commercial matters with Reed. He was a pure scientist.

Sure enough, Daisy's direct approach won Reed Richards' favor.

However, there was a hint of embarrassment in his expression. He felt he had been a bit too calculating. He deliberately sought her out because even if he had calculations to do, the supercomputer would be mostly idle here compared to the crowded schedules of national laboratories and major corporations. Daisy was much easier to talk to in this regard.

But a more practical problem lay before him: he didn't have the money to pay the rent.

Daisy didn't know Reed was broke. In her eyes, how could someone who owned such a big building be short on cash? Are you kidding me?

She casually brought up a scientific topic to Reed, "Mr. Richards, what exactly does your cosmic ray project mean? I know the Earth's magnetic field blocks cosmic rays, but why do you specifically want to observe this phenomenon in space? Aren't these rays just plain protons?"

Relieved that Daisy didn't continue with the money question, Reed breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lucky. If Daisy had asked, he would have had to tell the truth. But since she didn't, his plan was to use the supercomputer first and deal with the money issue later—just drag it out!

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