Chapter 98: Exhibition

Escorted by T’Challa and the Royal Guard, Wang Jing was brought before King T’Chaka, who sat calmly by a small tea table. Despite his advanced age, the king still radiated the imposing aura befitting a sovereign.

“I am already aware of your conversation,” T’Chaka began serenely. “You are interested in vibranium. We have sold it before—during World War II, for instance, it was sold to a scientist named Howard Stark, the father of the current Iron Man, Tony Stark.”

“And what exactly do you mean by that?” Wang Jing asked cautiously.

“Vibranium is an extremely rare mineral, at least on Earth as we know it. If you wish to obtain some, it’s not impossible, but it depends on what you’re willing to offer in exchange,” T’Chaka replied with an air of indifference, as if the matter barely concerned him.

After a moment’s thought, Wang Jing raised a finger. “I offer you a guarantee: as long as the brain remains intact and death does not exceed ten minutes, we can revive you. Of course, I mean from physical harm—magical or other supernatural attacks are excluded.”

He added the last part deliberately, knowing well that the Marvel universe was no stranger to magic.

“How can you prove that?” Though maintaining his composure outwardly, T’Chaka’s heart stirred with excitement at this offer—it was tantamount to adding an extra life. Yet his expression remained serene.

“You may send T’Chaka himself to my world to witness the process firsthand. As for the test subject, this one will do,” Wang Jing said, nodding toward Ulysses Klaue, who had been cast aside by the Royal Guard.

“Your Majesty, this is too dangerous!” Okoye, the captain of the guard, immediately protested.

“No, Father, I am willing to take this risk,” T’Chaka’s son interjected without hesitation.

The king gestured for silence and fixed his gaze on Wang Jing, awaiting his response.

After a brief pause, Wang Jing shrugged nonchalantly. “You need not be so anxious. If we truly meant harm, I could simply transport a nuclear bomb here. Vibranium wouldn’t be destroyed by it anyway.”

Though his words sounded like a threat, upon reflection, his claim held truth—a single nuclear bomb could obliterate all of Wakanda, a swift and effective way to eliminate enemies.

Despite this, everyone present felt a chill run down their spines at Wang Jing’s cold assertion.

Especially Okoye, whose gaze bore into Wang Jing as though he were a foe.

Sensing the tension, Wang Jing continued, “Though we possess such power, we would never resort to it. Beyond conscience, there is a far more dangerous enemy looming in the future, one that requires you and all humanity to stand united.”

His words deftly redirected the group’s focus.

“What danger?” T’Chaka inquired.

“In ten years, an alien called Thanos will come to Earth seeking two powerful stones. If he succeeds, half of all life in the universe will vanish,” Wang Jing said gravely.

“That’s preposterous!” Okoye scoffed.

“It’s understandable you don’t believe me now. But soon, Thanos will send a pawn to test Earth’s strength—you’ll see it on the news,” Wang Jing replied.

“How do you know these things? This sounds like events from the future!” T’Chaka’s eyes locked onto Wang Jing’s.

“Every dimension we visit reveals their future events. This world is no different,” Wang Jing explained.

No one could find fault with his words, but his brief remarks were hardly convincing.

“Father, allow me to accompany him to another world,” T’Challa proposed as the atmosphere quieted.

This time, T’Chaka did not refuse. Instead, he commanded, “Okoye, accompany T’Challa.”

“At your command, Your Majesty,” Okoye responded, crossing her arms.

“Well then, see you soon, Your Majesty,” Wang Jing said, placing his hands on the shoulders of T’Challa and Okoye as he activated the portal.

The sudden shift in surroundings caused T’Challa and Okoye to feel both wonder and discomfort—a sensation akin to motion sickness, arising from a mismatch between what the eyes perceive and the body senses.

This unease, however, was fleeting.

Okoye’s gaze swept over the soldiers clad in powered exoskeleton armor. Though she knew her vigilance was futile—if they wished harm, she and T’Challa stood no chance of resistance—she remained alert.

Beside her, T’Challa wore a markedly different expression, appearing utterly unconcerned about any sudden betrayal from Wang Jing, his curiosity drawn to their unfamiliar environment.

At that moment, Song Guohua entered, smiling warmly as he approached T’Challa. “Greetings, Prince T’Challa. I am Song Guohua, the highest authority of this temporal base. Welcome to our world.”

T’Challa returned the smile and shook hands. “We come in peace, hoping that our cooperation will proceed smoothly.”

“I have no doubt it will,” Song replied.

“Now, let me show you our most prized achievement: the biomedical treatment chamber,” Wang Jing said, pointing to a medical pod nearby after the pleasantries.

“How do you intend to test it?” Okoye asked, still holding Ulysses Klaue.

“Simple,” Wang Jing said, approaching a soldier standing guard by the wall and borrowing an electromagnetic pistol. To avoid ricochets and excessive lethality, he adjusted the weapon’s power to minimal, matching the damage of a conventional firearm.

Handing the weapon to Okoye with confidence, he said, “Shoot anywhere but the head. After treatment in our medical chamber, he’ll be as lively as ever.”

Without hesitation, Okoye fired several rounds into Klaue’s body.

With a single agonized scream, Klaue died under the volley of bullets, lying in a pool of blood and twitching intermittently.

Okoye stepped forward, intending to place him in the medical chamber, but Wang Jing stopped her.

“No need to rush. Wait a moment; he’s not completely dead yet.”

Hearing this, Song Guohua inwardly winced, surprised by Wang Jing’s coldness. Experiencing life slowly ebb away is terrifying and could leave deep psychological scars if one’s mental strength falters.

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