Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

Several sharp, black, thorn-like lines, like the horns and crown of a demon, burst forth from the flames, outlining the shape of a head and making the raging fire even more malevolent and majestic.

He is both the burning energy itself and the demon god who rules dimensions, both violent and solemn.

Dormammu can take the form of energy or transform into a human form; he has no fixed form and can switch between them at will.

Dormammu sensed the danger and knew that only by contracting all energy and preventing any energy from escaping could he avoid being continuously drained of power by that terrifying collapsing force.

So Dormammu chose to transform into human form.

At this moment, Matthew had no time to pay attention to Dormammu's changes.

His brain is operating at its limit.

He knew very well where his problem lay.

Natural black holes are self-gravitious and have maintained a stable gravitational balance for hundreds of billions of years.

He forcibly controls both forces with his physical body; the violent and turbulent lightning and electromagnetic forces are naturally endowed with extremely strong outward repulsion and diffusion.

He must use artificial gravity to precisely counteract and suppress every tendency of energy leakage at all times.

This balance is terrifyingly precise.

If the gravitational pull is even slightly stronger, the energy will immediately shatter and annihilate.

If the gravity weakens even slightly, the repulsive force of the lightning will break through the restraints and explode completely.

His fruit development and his brain's computing power are simply insufficient to support this level of microscopic precision control.

Just as the mimicry black hole was about to take shape and its event horizon was about to close, at the very last moment.

The computing power crashed.

In just 0.1 seconds of loss of control, the originally precisely balanced inward attraction and outward electromagnetic repulsion were completely out of balance.

The gravitational pull across the entire region instantly caused a large-scale fault.

The suppressed electromagnetic force of lightning, which had been pushed to its limit and was already on the verge of breaking free from its restraints, instantly broke free.

There was no gradual collapse, only a super reverse burst after extreme compression.

The terrifying lightning energy, which had been tightly compressed and concentrated into a single point, surged back instantly through all the gaps in the broken gravitational field.

The pitch-black, collapsing core suddenly erupted with an extremely dazzling purple-white light wave.

The void trembled silently, without a sound, yet an energy storm sweeping across tens of thousands of kilometers of starry sky suddenly exploded.

The plasma lightning, compressed to its limit, swept across the entire sky, instantly vaporizing and scattering the stardust and debris that had gathered.

This burst of energy, however, did not affect Matthew and Dormammu.

Matthew's elemental abilities were useless here because the area was filled with violent energy shocks, but he easily created a gravitational field for himself, which allowed him to easily deflect these energy shocks.

As for Dormammu, it's even simpler; his own energy intensity is far greater than the energy bursting forth in front of him.

Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to resist head-on. Instead, he easily used dark magic to create a dimensional gap, dispersing the energy into that dimension.

"Ha, it failed."

The Ancient One, who was watching the battle, paused for a moment while waving her folding fan, and then continued waving it leisurely.

The massive energy storm lasted for quite some time before calming down.

Matthew shook his head.

The first experiment was thought to be a success, a great gift to Dormammu, but it seems it fell short.

However, I wasn't too disappointed. The experience of the first failure will be beneficial for developing the ability to create artificial black holes in the future.

Matthew never fantasized about succeeding on the first try; scaring Dormammu would have been enough.

"Human brat, are you... playing with me?"

Dormammu's tone was extremely gloomy.

The mighty Dark Lord Dormammu was actually frightened by a mere human imp.

"Haha, sorry, it's my first time using it, I'm not very familiar with it."

Matthew was perfectly justified in this.

The Ancient One, watching from afar, was amused and looked at Dormammu with admiration, hoping to see him become angry and embarrassed on his "face".

Dormammu was indeed enraged.

So Dormammu made his move.

Dormammu raised his hand, and in an instant, he manipulated the entire space of the starry sky, causing it to fold. Matthew was located at the center of this spatial fold.

Not only that, several sides of the folded space were contaminated by darkness, and a vast amount of dark energy gathered, turning into a terrifying dark tidal wave that swept towards Matthew.

Without a doubt, Dormammu wanted to ensure Matthew had nowhere to escape.

However, Matthew had no intention of running away at all.

He placed his hands in a mudra in front of his chest, and a magnificent square magic circle composed of densely packed magical patterns enveloped him. Suddenly, the four sides expanded and moved outward at high speed.

The surging tide of dark energy that swept along the way was abruptly annihilated upon contact with the four sides of the magic circle, transforming into countless blue butterflies that drifted about before finally disintegrating and dissipating.

Kamar-Taj's high-level defensive spell, Hoggus's Ancient Body.

By borrowing the power of Hogg, one of the Vishanti gods, a powerful defensive array can be constructed, capable of instantly neutralizing enemy attacks and transforming them into a harmless state.

That's right, Matthew used the kinetic energy conversion of the Fist Universe and borrowed the power of Vishanti to neutralize the attack.

As a top-tier middleman, Matthew borrows without expending any energy.

She truly embodies the spirit of being the top influencer.

"You brat..."

Matthew effortlessly deflected his attack. Dormammu was about to unleash his usual furious rant when a golden beam of light suddenly shot in from afar, moving at the speed of light.

Dormammu reacted immediately, instantly raising his hand and extending a finger.

The next moment, a fist crackling with terrifying black and red lightning collided with his fingertips.

Rumble!!

Explosive red and black lightning intertwined with dark energy, bursting forth and sweeping in all directions.

The space suddenly trembled, and Dormammu felt Matthew's punch, which was filled with immense power, and his body shot backward like a cannonball.

But before the projectile had traveled even a few hundred meters, Dormammu's body shattered.

It transformed into boundless flames that swept and expanded, attempting to engulf Matthew, but Matthew, with his Observation Haki fully activated, had already sensed the danger.

Transforming into countless particles of light, like a flowing golden galaxy, they dodged the approaching flames.

A massive firestorm swirled around, its crimson light illuminating the starry sky, intense and violent.

Matthew retreated rapidly for several kilometers before finally transforming into his original form.

As for Matthew's figure, which was initially created by Dormammu to fold space, it dissipated after a slight tremor.

A high-level spell, Ekron Illusion.

Borrowing the power of the illusion concept that defines reality from Ekron, various illusions that are difficult to distinguish from reality are constructed.

Create multiple clones that are indistinguishable from the real body. Each clone is not only difficult to distinguish from the real one, but also has the same spellcasting ability as the original body.

Matthew had already used the magic the moment Dormammu activated his power.

The illusionary body was enveloped by the folded space, while the real body had already escaped the range of the folded space and struck Dormammu after he was distracted.

Unfortunately, Dormammu still managed to detect it.

"Brilliant." Gu Yi, who was watching the battle, gently waved her folding fan. Her face did not show surprise or unexpectedness, but rather satisfaction and appreciation.

As a standard master of magic, she could see that Matthew's use of magic in actual combat had reached its pinnacle.

Furthermore, the judgment and application in combat are completely decisive and efficient.

In addition, it combines its own unique abilities to infinitely expand its advantages, achieving a synergistic effect where one plus one is greater than three.

This shows that Matthew is not only intelligent, but also has unparalleled talent in combat.

Despite being inferior to Dormammu in terms of life level, he was still able to fight Dormammu to a standstill.

It can be said that scorpion poop is unique.

If it were any other sub-Father facing Dormammu now, they would probably be instantly killed in one or two hits.

There's still some room for debate between the sub-Fathers and the regular Fathers, since some sub-Fathers do indeed possess remarkable destructive power.

But at the level of the Heavenly Father, this gap can no longer be bridged by ordinary, purely destructive force.

It is about the use of energy and the understanding of rules.

It's purely a matter of instant kill and being instantly killed.

"You brat..."

"It's always the same few sentences over and over again, isn't it annoying?"

Matthew interrupted Dormammu again, causing Dormammu to choke for a moment, and then become even more agitated.

...

The top floor of the Stark Tower in Manhattan.

Tony, dressed in a white shirt and trousers, sat on the sofa on the top floor, flipping through the documents in his hands and signing his name from time to time.

"Jarvis, when is the auction?"

"One month from now, sir, would you like me to add a timestamp for you?"

"Ah."

Tony then placed the signed documents aside, leaned back on the soft leather sofa, and rubbed his temples.

Obadiah is dead, along with the board members who were involved.

No remains were found.

The people simply vanished. According to the video captured by Jarvis, Obadiah, the company's board members, and a large number of government and military officials, as well as all participants including Hammer Industries, all died overnight.

It was the brother and sister who did it.

This sent a chill down Tony's spine.

But then something happened that directly affected him: those people's families were subsequently killed.

There were no wounds; he looked as if he were asleep, and passed away peacefully.

The result was that there was no impact whatsoever.

These news reports were suppressed by the government, which either announced accidental death, death from illness, or retirement, etc.

What affected Tony was the deaths of Obadiah and the families of those shareholders.

Their shares have lost their legal heirs.

These shares belonging to Stark Industries immediately became ownerless assets; they wouldn't disappear into thin air, wouldn't automatically belong to Tony, and wouldn't be deregistered by the company.

Because there is no overt illegal smuggling of weapons or planning of war, the default clause for mandatory recall cannot be triggered.

Ultimately, these shares will be held in custody by the state government where the company is registered, and after a legally mandated public notice period and if no one claims them upon expiration, they will be auctioned off in a public and compliant manner.

Obadiah holds 17% of the shares, while the shares held by the deceased board members combined amount to 20%.

Based on Stark Industries' current market capitalization.

To bid for these shares would require approximately $700 billion or more.

In fact, according to the original logic, the auction price could not have been this high, because Stark Industries has a very strong financial foundation.

But nobody's a fool.

Ordinary people are one thing, but after all the news was blocked and reporting was prohibited, they probably have no idea what's going on inside.

But what about the wealthy elites and conglomerates of high society?

How could they not know how Obadiah and his gang died?

Knowing the cause of death clearly, even the most daring people wouldn't dare to risk having their entire family wiped out by bidding.

Of course, we can't rule out those who aren't afraid of death.