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Maximonov's plan ultimately failed after all, defeated by his own talkativeness.
Now it seems his superpower isn't being a jinx, but just having a pure big mouth.
Thanks to Maximonov's self-exposure and his 'assistance,' the crisis of Attilan's destruction ended before it even began.
When the destructive commands in the shield's main control program were cleared, the system prompt sounded.
[Quest 'Quell the Rebellion' settlement complete]
[Rewards obtained: 1500 EXP, 20 Inhumans Favorability, Item 'Silver Throat', Item 'devouring pouch']
[Item: Silver Throat (Makes the voice more beautiful, turning a buffalo voice into a dolphin voice, and can even make the mute speak again)]
[Item: devouring pouch (A space compression container made by a certain Inhuman, capable of storing large items far exceeding its own volume, including living beings; however, it cannot hold conscious creatures, and once a creature regains consciousness, it will be automatically expelled)]
"Silver Throat, this item doesn't seem very useful, but I can keep it for now. Maybe I can use it to trade for favorability with certain NPCs later."
Darian's attention quickly shifted to the next item.
"devouring pouch, now this is a good thing." Darian's eyes lit up.
Although he had a massive game inventory, it could only store inanimate objects and living rewards issued by the system.
The devouring pouch, however, could store living beings, including humans, which was much better than the game inventory.
More importantly, with this devouring pouch, it meant he could now teleport people between maps!
Map teleportation forbade carrying living beings and items exceeding 10 kilograms.
But with the devouring pouch, things were different.
As long as he knocked someone unconscious and stuffed them into the devouring pouch, Darian could exploit a bug to teleport them, just like Max in the pure iron poke ball.
Its strategic value was simply immeasurable!
Unfortunately, the space inside the devouring pouch wasn't very large—about three cubic meters. At most, it could hold four or five adults. Otherwise, Darian could just carry an entire army around. Who could stop him then?
After Maximonov was taken down, this brief coup within the Inhumans came to a hasty end.
The remaining rebels were all captured by the Inhumans under the royal family. Their legal status was revoked, and they were fitted with shackles to restrain their abilities before being sent to the mines to continue contributing to Attilan's development.
As for the rebel leader Maximonov, considering he was Black Bolt's younger brother and had lost his 'left and right hands,' the royal family ultimately did not execute him. Instead, he was sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of release, spending the rest of his life in a dark prison as a Desperate Captain who could never fly again.
"Thank you, Doom. If it weren't for your timely help, I'm afraid Attilan would have suffered an unimaginable disaster."
In the main hall after the crisis was resolved, Black Bolt solemnly gestured to Darian in sign language.
Medusa, who had regained consciousness, stood by and translated simultaneously.
"Just getting what we each needed."
Darian waved his left hand while his right hand held a skewer of grilled meat, teasing the bulldog beside him that was taller than a person.
This big dog was Lockjaw, who possessed teleportation abilities and a super sense of smell. If it detected anything unusual, it would immediately teleport to Black Bolt's side to warn him, acting as the Inhumans' security system.
As it turned out, this security system was dismantled by Maximonov with just a single sausage.
Black Bolt smiled slightly: "In any case, from now on, you are friends of the Inhumans. If you ever need help in the future, just ask, and we will surely assist with all our might."
Darian kicked away Lockjaw, who was trying to lick his face, and said smoothly, "Actually, I do have a few things I need help with."
"Please, speak."
"I heard that for your Inhumans to awaken their superpowers, they need to be activated through a crystal called Terrigen. Could you give me a few pieces of Terrigen crystals?"
Black Bolt was stunned and reminded him, "Terrigen crystals can only be safely contacted by those carrying Inhuman genes. If other races touch them, it could lead to uncontrollable harm."
"Don't worry, I'm not using them for myself. I know an unawakened Inhuman on Earth and plan to let her try."
Darian remembered that Daisy was also an Inhuman. He could take a few Terrigen crystals back to see if she could awaken her superpowers.
"I see, no problem,"
Black Bolt nodded upon hearing this.
He had long known that some Inhuman bloodlines were scattered on Earth, so he wasn't surprised and readily agreed.
Darian continued, "Additionally, I want to borrow a piece of land in Attilan to carry out our construction projects on the lunar surface."
As the closest body to Earth, the Moon was the ideal location for building Sokovia's first extra-terrestrial Base.
Darian planned to use the Moon as a starting point and gradually expand outward, planting Sokovia's flag throughout the Universe.
Black Bolt hesitated slightly but eventually nodded, gesturing in sign language: "I will have someone designate a suitable area to provide to you temporarily. And as agreed, we will share the city's shield technology with you."
Seeing Black Bolt agree so decisively, Darian felt the process was a bit too smooth, as if something was missing.
Seeing that Darian seemed to have more to say, Black Bolt asked in sign language, "Is there anything else?"
Darian nodded: "One more thing. Actually, we have a traditional technical handover ceremony on Earth. Before sharing core technology, can I burn your butt with a cigarette butt?"
Black Bolt: "..."
"..."
No, do you Earthlings really play that wild?
Darian's trip could be described as a complete success.
His two wishes were fulfilled simultaneously: one was to see what was on the far side of the Moon, and the other was to reach the Moon.
After unlocking the map coordinates for Attilan, Darian teleported to Sokovia, called Zemo over, told him what happened on the Moon, and ordered him to send an engineering team to the Moon to build a Base.
Zemo was completely dumbfounded after hearing this.
What? We really made it to the Moon!?
When Darian had high spirits and said he wanted to set a small goal, Zemo thought he was bragging. He didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
Shock aside, Zemo didn't delay the business at hand.
He quickly organized a team of engineering personnel and mobilized several Destroyer ships, loaded with supplies and equipment, to fly to the Moon. They began working fervently next to Attilan, building Sokovia's first cosmic outpost.
With Attilan as a ready-made transit station and help from Black Bolt and the other Inhumans, the Base construction went exceptionally smoothly. It was estimated to be completed in a few more days.
It's worth mentioning that Darian also successfully made off with that big dog, Lockjaw.
Ever since tasting Darian's skewers, Lockjaw had become completely attached to him. Even when Darian returned to Earth, the big dog could instantly teleport from the Moon to his side, wagging its tail and waiting to be fed.
Over time, Lockjaw became Darian's loyal 'lapdog'.
It would pop up from time to time, tongue out, sitting in front of Darian with a pleasing look—ugly yet cute.
Darian was quite happy to keep such a big dog.
After all, Lockjaw's ability was indeed convenient. Even if he didn't need it, others in Sokovia did. In any case, the cost was just a few dozen more skewers of meat.
This made its rightful Master, Crystal, quite angry, calling Lockjaw an ungrateful dog.
During this time, Sokovia's embassy in Wakanda was also being built in full swing and had already begun to take shape.
At the same time, the first batch of Vibranium raw materials arrived safely in Sokovia, and related technological research was soon put on the agenda.
In contrast, the King of Wakanda, Killmonger, had not been having a very pleasant time lately.
According to intelligence, during these days in that rough neighborhood, he had encountered twenty-nine unprovoked provocations, eighteen group fights, twelve robberies, eight thefts, and once almost got raped...
And those who attacked him were, without exception, his fellow black brothers.
Especially the last time; if Killmonger hadn't run fast, he would have almost become the filling in an Oreo.
After that time, he no longer dared to wear West Coast style or turn his back on any black brother. It truly left quite a shadow.
Darian laughed for a long time while flipping through the report and immediately found Killmonger.
Now, Killmonger had long lost the ruthlessness of his former mercenary days and the air of a king. He looked disheveled with sunken eyes.
Darian feigned surprise: "Panther Head, I haven't seen you for just a few days. How did you get so haggard?"
Killmonger's mouth twitched. He wouldn't believe for a second that Darian didn't know the inside story.
But he understood Darian's personality. If he didn't cooperate, the other party might come up with even more malicious ways to screw him over.
Killmonger bit his tongue and squeezed out the words: "Don't mention it. It's those damn punks! A bunch of bastards!"
His tone was filled with intense hostility, showing none of the air he had a few days ago when he wanted to seek justice for his brothers.
Of course, if one knew Killmonger's experiences these past few days, they would surely understand.
Ever since he was stopped and robbed of half his money by several black youths, he could only live on the remaining change.
He thought it was just bad luck, but that was only the beginning.
In the days that followed, there were always black brothers looking for trouble with Killmonger, either picking fights or demanding money, simply because he was a loner who never fought back and appeared white.
With Killmonger's physical fitness, even if he couldn't use force, he could easily face several adults.
But unfortunately, the other side had several guns.
No matter how strong Killmonger's skills were, without using force, he had to kneel when facing so many muzzles.
At first, he wanted to reason with his brothers, but they wouldn't listen. Instead, they felt Killmonger was discriminating against them, the pure and kind black robbers, and gave him a brutal beating.
At this point, Killmonger finally realized what it meant to not know the pain until the knife stabs you.
What weakness, what being unarmed.
It was all bullshit!
For the first time, Killmonger felt that black skin was so detestable.
Several times he almost couldn't hold back from fighting, but due to the game rules he agreed upon with Darian, he had to suppress it. Later, when he saw black people gathered at street corners, he would rather take a long detour.
Until one night when he was careless and didn't notice the black brothers hiding in the shadows, and he was surrounded.
He thought he would have to spend money to get them to leave again, but to his surprise, this group of black brothers didn't reach out for money. Instead, they looked at him lustfully with mysterious smiles on their faces.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
Although Killmonger eventually escaped, the psychological shadow it left on him was still huge.
This place was simply more dangerous than a battlefield!
Oh no, at least on the battlefield, what stabbed him in the back were knives.
Darian asked cheerfully: "So now, do you still think they are the oppressed side?"
"No!"
Killmonger shook his head decisively.
The experiences of these past few days had made him recognize reality and know who the truly persecuted side was.
Seeing this, Darian nodded with satisfaction: "So, you know what to do next, right?"
Killmonger's eyes turned fierce: "Distribute Vibranium weapons and wipe out these damn black skins!"
Darian: "???"
Wait, brother, I didn't ask you to jump from one extreme straight to another!
And aren't you black yourself? What is this, cursing yourself?
"Not to that extent, not to that extent!"
Darian quickly persuaded him: "I just wanted you to understand that not everyone is your compatriot; they are just people with the same skin color as you."
To be honest, years ago there were indeed many hardworking black groups, but as soon as they emerged, they were suppressed by the United States Government.
The ones left now are basically those intentionally left behind. You can imagine what kind of people they are.
Killmonger took a deep breath, his eyes complex: "I understand. I was indeed wrong. They are not what I imagined, and they are not worth saving at all."
He said this very seriously.
He didn't even dare to imagine what the consequences would have been if he had truly handed the Vibranium weapons to those people back then.
That scene would probably be more terrifying than HYDRA.
Darian patted Killmonger's shoulder: "It's good that you understand. There are still two weeks left. As long as you persevere, it will be considered a successful challenge."
"No, consider it a failed challenge for me."
Killmonger clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, a savage smile appearing on his face: "My anger is very high right now, and I can't hold it back anymore!"
That afternoon, this chaotic neighborhood saw a campaign to sweep away black-hearted evil.
Most of the black brothers did not escape unscathed; they were all sent to the hospital, burdened with high debts.
According to the victims' cries, the culprit was a burly white man who specifically targeted black brothers and was very ruthless, thus earning several notorious nicknames, such as Black Killer, Racist, and KKK Party...
And Killmonger, known as the Black Killer, returned to Wakanda to resume being its king.
A few days later, just as Darian returned to Earth from the lunar construction Base, he received a phone call from Nick Fury.
As soon as it connected, the first sentence from the other side made Darian almost lose it.
"Darian, there's a problem. Steve suspects there's a HYDRA mole inside S.H.I.E.L.D."
Darian: "???"