Marvel: The games I made have invaded reality.

Chapter 22; Tony Stark, Invitation Code

Their conversation attracted the attention of Tony and the others nearby.

"You guys talk first, I have something to do." Upon seeing Merlin, Hammer stopped shamelessly pestering Tony and quickly headed towards Merlin and the others.

On the way, he casually took a glass of wine from the waiter, then skillfully tossed out some tips. With a series of smooth movements, he was already holding the wine glass with a warm smile and approaching the group.

"Hi! Mayor Christian, Mr. Fisk, Sheriff George, and... our future scientist Merlin."

"Hello, Mr. Hammer," Merlin replied politely.

He had a fairly good impression of Hammer, finding him to be a rather interesting person.

"How's your decision lately? Hammer Industries is definitely your best choice. We have a top-notch team and resources; your talents can only be fully realized here."

Well... although he's funny and thick-skinned, he sometimes says things that are a bit inappropriate.

"Well... you'll have to ask our Sheriff George." Merlin smiled and then gestured to George beside him.

With his elders right there, his actions were somewhat inappropriate.

Although many parents in the UK don't interfere too much with their children's choices, the children are still young, and some things still need to be handled by their elders.

Quite a few people in this city have been fooled by dreams.

Contracts can be used to ensure people keep their promises, or they can be used as a tool to restrict talent.

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"Ah, I'm sorry, this child's talent is so amazing that I'm a little... um... impatient." Hammer seemed to realize that he was being a bit too hasty, and quickly smiled apologetically at George.

Shortly after Hammer joined the conversation, Tony and the others also joined in.

After everyone exchanged pleasantries for a while, Mayor Christian got down to business.

"I saw the miniature electromagnetic pulse transmitter that Merlin exhibited at the technology expo, and I think this weapon would be very suitable for installation in police stations."

"Recently, the crime rate in the city has been increasing, and the traffic problem has become more and more serious. Some criminals even deliberately provoke the police, using their superb driving skills to walk the police like dogs, which is a disgrace."

"But the police can't know everything, so they can only helplessly accept this humiliation."

"But just when I was feeling down, the technology fair at Midtown High School gave me a big surprise."

"With the electromagnetic pulse transmitter, I believe this situation can be resolved quickly, and it will make the work of the police much easier."

After a long and rambling speech, Mayor Christian smiled at Merlin and then got down to business.

"And one of the reasons I invited everyone here today is this very thing."

"I plan to equip every police unit in Apple City with one, but you'll have to ask our protagonist about the order."

With Sheriff George around, he didn't need to worry too much about these things; he just needed to make a statement.

Obadiah and the others immediately focused their attention on Merlin and George.

Many of the businesses here are arms manufacturers, but police contracts also bring considerable profits.

Although the number of orders for miniature electromagnetic pulse transmitters is not as large as those for wartime use, as a high-tech product, the unit price is not low.

Moreover, you can also earn a certain amount of reputation.

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Eventually, George was surrounded by Obadiah, Hammer, and others. Merlin then said that he would listen to George and left them to find food.

With the increase in his intelligence, his body's energy consumption also accelerated. In addition, having absorbed too much knowledge, his stomach had begun to complain.

"Child, would you like some juice?" Just as Merlin was wandering around the table looking for her favorite food, a figure suddenly approached.

"No, thank you, my stomach needs some food more," Merlin replied without turning his head.

"So, do you like playing games? I bet you're playing Morality and Law. I've seen your miniature electromagnetic pulse gun and atomic gun; they're almost identical to those in the game."

Upon hearing this, Merlin cut off a slice of ham, placed it on a plate, and turned away.

"Oh, Mr. Stark." He greeted the middle-aged man behind him with a sexy mustache, dark circles under his eyes, and an arrogant air.

"You play this game too?"

"No, I just downloaded it and haven't had a chance to play it yet. How's it for you?" Tony looked at the child in front of him who was eating ham with gusto, and put away his arrogance and sharp tongue.

He is generally quite tolerant of children.

"Excellent! The technology I developed for the electromagnetic pulse transmitter and atomic gun was inspired by this. There are very few games on the market that can compare to it."

"Especially the game's diverse gameplay and degree of freedom, as well as its thought-provoking storyline..."

Merlin became excited when the topic of games came up.

Stark didn't interrupt, listening quietly for a while before asking, "Are you aware of what happened in Brooklyn last night?"

"certainly."

"So what do you think of the game vehicles that appeared during this period? Does this game have an offline mode? Is someone providing weapons and vehicles to players?" He stared at Merlin, trying to glean something from the other's eyes.

This is the general conclusion he reached after collecting data all day, but it is not yet certain.

He speculated that this might be something similar to the Onion website.

However, so far, too little information has been presented to determine the other party's purpose.

However, the technology it contained piqued his interest.

And the only ones connected to them, besides the two from yesterday, are Merlin and the one right in front of us.

"Offline..." Merlin scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then nodded. "The game has indeed been developing an offline mode recently and has already started recruiting players."

"It really exists!" Stark's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected it to actually exist. He then asked, "So how do I become a player?"

Merlin glanced around cautiously, then leaned closer and whispered, "It depends on luck; an invitation might work too."

"I have an invitation code, do you want it?"

Merlin only plans to select one batch of players, and then proceed according to the invitation code model, so that they can choose their own teams.

"How much?"

"Uh, it's free. I'm a technical worker in the game, and my research funding comes from the game itself. I don't need an invitation code."

"I'll say a string of numbers, and you just need to write it down."

"RG003".

"With your personal information, you can enter this string of numbers into the initial section of any computer and gain access."

"A skilled trade?" Stark easily memorized the number, and was somewhat surprised by what Merlin had just said.

(End of this chapter)