Chapter 72.
Wakanda—a fictional African country in the Marvel comics—a very real and secretive nation.
Located in Eastern Africa, Wakanda has remained isolated from the outside world for decades. Despite wars erupting beyond its borders or global technology progressing at breakneck speed, Wakanda has kept to itself, choosing not to participate in global affairs.
On the surface, it appears to be a poor, underdeveloped agricultural nation. But in reality, it is the most technologically advanced civilization on Earth—largely due to its exclusive access to vibranium, a rare and powerful metal.
Vibranium not only allows for the creation of incredibly durable weapons and tools, but it also serves as the nation's primary energy source. Centuries of research and mining around this mysterious substance have pushed Wakanda's technology decades ahead of the rest of the world.
Interestingly, vibranium itself didn't originate on Earth. A massive vibranium meteorite crashed into eastern Africa around 2.5 million years ago. Five human tribes settled near the site of the impact, and in time, the nation of Wakanda was born.
Around 10,000 BC, the five tribes frequently fought among themselves for dominance over the vibranium-rich land—until a warrior named Bashenga, guided by the Panther Goddess Bast, consumed a heart-shaped herb imbued with vibranium's essence. He gained superhuman strength and agility, unified the tribes, and became the first recorded Black Panther—both a title and a protector of Wakanda.
From then on, every new Wakandan king would earn the title of Black Panther by undergoing ritual combat, and upon victory, ingest the heart-shaped herb to receive the power and blessing of Bast.
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Another sunny day dawns in Wakanda.
The morning sun pierces through the invisible energy shield cloaking the kingdom, casting golden rays across its fertile lands. Everything glows with life.
But on this seemingly ordinary day, something extraordinary occurs—an event that has never happened before.
A mysterious blue portal suddenly opens midair near the royal palace.
Startled by this strange intrusion, the Dora Milaje, Wakanda's elite all-female royal guard, swiftly surround the glowing circle. Though trained to deal with any threat, even the bald and battle-hardened captain—General Okoye herself—hesitates, recognizing the unnatural nature of the event. She immediately dispatches a runner to inform the king.
Before the messenger can return, figures begin stepping out from the portal one by one.
"Who are you? Why have you trespassed onto Wakandan land? What is that portal?"
General Okoye raised her vibranium spear toward the strangers, her tone stern and commanding. Around her, the Dora Milaje tightened their formation, their movements graceful yet filled with lethal precision. They were clearly ready to strike at a moment's notice.
Felix and his group had arrived. Alongside him were Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and Starlight. Tony and Banner had come out of curiosity—eager to see the "technological marvel" Felix had spoken about. Starlight, on the other hand, simply wanted to stick with Felix, wherever he went.
As they emerged from the portal, it sealed itself behind them, vanishing into the air without a trace.
Felix stepped forward calmly, fully aware of the seriousness of the situation.
"Greetings. Forgive our sudden appearance—we mean no harm. We simply request an audience with your king. It is of great importance."
Though surrounded, Felix remained respectful and composed. He knew the power and discipline of the Dora Milaje well—these were no ordinary warriors. General Okoye, for instance, was famous in future history for slaying Proxima Midnight in a single strike during the final battle against Thanos.
Felix had no intention of fighting them. His only goal was to meet the current King of Wakanda—T'Chaka, father of the future Black Panther, T'Challa.
But Okoye remained unconvinced, cautious.
"The king will decide if you are worthy of an audience. You have illegally entered Wakandan territory—surrender your weapons and wait. Do not force our hand."
The spears tightened around them. It was –clear that any wrong move would be answered with force—swift and fatal.
After all, their origins were unknown, their purpose unclear, and their method of arrival far too strange. For Okoye, the best course of action was to contain them first and ask questions later.
Just as Felix was about to speak, Tony walked up beside him and muttered with clear irritation.
"Felix, what are we doing wasting time with these spear-wielding women? Are you sure this is the high-tech nation you talked about? Looks like a backward country to me—still relying on cold weapons like spears."
Tony took a few confident steps forward, arms slightly raised, his tone cocky as ever.
"Hey, bald lady," he said, addressing Okoye without a hint of respect. "Go tell your king that the superhero Iron Man is here to see him. Also, just a tip—people out there are using guns now. Spears? A bit outdated, don't you think? And really? You send women to handle your national defense?"
Okoye's expression hardened immediately, but her voice remained calm and resolute.
"I don't care whether you're Iron Man or Iron Fool. Anyone who trespasses on Wakandan soil is to be escorted—by force if necessary and wait for the judgement of the king. If you resist..." she narrowed her eyes, "my spear will not miss."
Around her, the Dora Milaje raised their vibranium-tipped spears in unison. The tension was suddenly razor sharp.
Tony blinked, surprised by the lack of recognition—or deference—but still didn't back down.
"Wow, you really don't know who I am? Fine. We just want to talk. No need to go all primitive warrior on us." He turned slightly toward Felix. "Since they won't report to the king, maybe we should just head in and talk to him ourselves."
And with that, Tony began walking forward.
Okoye's eyes flashed.
"Guards! Apprehend them!" she commanded, and in the same instant, she thrust her spear directly at Tony—swiftly and precisely.
Although she didn't aim to kill, her strike was intended to make a statement. The tip of the spear shot toward Tony's shoulder with deadly speed, fast enough to show she wasn't bluffing.
At that moment, Tony realized these weren't just ceremonial guards. These women meant business—and they were dangerous.
He had no armor, no tech, no defense—not even the old arc reactor-powered suit. Just a flesh-and-blood man facing a warrior trained from birth.
"Oh hell no..." Tony's brain raced, and a single thought echoed in his head:
"I really need to finish that nano-armor as soon as possible. Never walking around unarmored again."
The spear closed in—just inches from piercing his shoulder—
Felix sighed deeply from where he stood.
This situation had escalated way too fast. He was hoping for the kind of cliché moment you see in movies, where the king would suddenly arrive just in time, shout
"Stop!", and prevent a fight. But no, Wakanda, apparently, didn't follow such neat dramatic timing.
He couldn't let Tony get stabbed. As much as Tony deserved a lesson in humility, now wasn't the time or place.
So, Felix used his speed—comparable to that of the Flash in his base form—and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Tony. Stretching out his left hand, he calmly placed his palm directly in the path of Okoye's vibrating spear.
Ding!
A sharp metallic clang echoed through the air—a clear clash of metal against something just as strong. Tony and Okoye, being closest, heard it most clearly.
Okoye froze in shock. She instinctively stopped her next movement. After all, she knew just how sharp her vibranium spear was. Ordinary steel was like paper in front of it.
But today, her spear had been stopped—by a bare palm.
It didn't just stop. It felt like she'd hit a vibranium shield, not a human hand.
"Felix! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Tony exhaled, relieved but still winded. "If you'd hesitated for even a second, they'd be collecting pieces of me off the ground."
He still tried to joke, but the slight quiver in his voice gave him away. Tony had genuinely been shaken. The idea of being stabbed by a woman with a spear—and unarmored, no less—was deeply unsettling to his pride.
Felix sighed.
"You deserved it," he muttered. "She wasn't trying to kill you. Just teach you a lesson. You insulted her and her entire country. What did you expect?"
Tony rolled his eyes. "Still, getting skewered was not on my schedule today."
Meanwhile, Okoye had finally shaken herself from her stunned state.
"What just happened?" she asked, stepping back, eyes fixed on Felix's palm.
"How did you block my spear with your hand?!"
She stared at his open palm, half expecting it to glow or harden or at least bear some mark of resistance. But no—his hand looked completely normal. In fact, it was paler and softer-looking than the hands of any warrior she'd met.
To her trained eye, it looked fragile.
Yet, it had just stopped a vibranium spear.
Unable to believe it, she thrust the spear forward again—carefully, hesitantly—pushing against the same spot.
Nothing.
It didn't budge.
She was speechless.
Felix, trying to de-escalate, kept his voice calm.
"General Okoye, we truly mean no harm. We only wish to speak with your king. Could you please inform him... that the current Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj is requesting an audience?"
As he spoke the title, a wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He couldn't help but remember the iconic line.
"It's really fragrant!" Even Felix had fallen prey to the sweet law of true fragrance.
Yes—he had decided to temporarily assume the title of Sorcerer Supreme. After all, he was going to train Doctor Strange soon, and the title gave weight to his words.
Okoye narrowed her eyes.
"Sorcerer Supreme? Kamar-Taj? What are you talking about? And how do you know my name?"
Real suspicion now crept into her voice. She took another step back, gripping her spear tighter.
"You claim to come in peace, yet you arrive with magic, break into our borders, speak my name without being introduced, and now throw around titles of sorcery?"
Her pride as the head of the Dora Milaje flared.
Felix was about to respond again when his sharp senses picked up movement approaching. He didn't need to look—his spiritual energy had already detected it.
"Never mind, looks like you won't have to report us after all," Felix said casually.
"Your king is already on his way."
Just then, a strong, commanding voice echoed from behind the guards:
"Okoye, stand down!"
A regal group of men arrived at the scene. At their front was an older man with dignified features, dark skin adorned with age-earned wisdom. His black robe was embroidered with golden patterns, and a necklace made of white bone segments rested across his chest. His greying beard and hair revealed his years, but his eyes were sharp and commanding.
King T'Chaka had arrived.
Felix raised an eyebrow.
"There it is. The classic 'stop' shout from off-screen. Right on cue—well, almost too late."
He couldn't help but smirk. It felt just like a movie scene.
Okoye and the Dora Milaje immediately stepped aside and knelt respectfully.
"Your Majesty!" they greeted in unison.
"That's enough. Stand down and withdraw," King T'Chaka ordered calmly as he stepped forward, eyeing Felix and his companions with intrigue.
The old king addressed his guards briefly, then turned to face Felix and the others personally.
"Ah, so you're the king. Finally!" Tony said with a dramatic sigh, folding his arms. "You folks really don't know how to welcome guests..."
Though his tone was playful, he decided not to press further.
"Welcome to Wakanda. If there was any rudeness, I ask your forgiveness," the old king said with a warm, polite smile. His tone was calm and dignified, without the aloofness one might –expect from royalty.
Felix responded with equal courtesy.
"Not at all, Your Majesty. We're the ones who intruded unexpectedly. I hope we haven't caused too much trouble."
"No trouble at all," the king replied with a hearty laugh. "Wakanda welcomes you. But the outdoors is no place for conversation. Come—let us talk inside."
He gestured gracefully toward the palace entrance.
"As guests, we're in your hands. Lead the way," Felix said, accepting the invitation. The group—Felix, Tony, Banner, and Annie—followed the king into the majestic palace.
Inside the spacious throne room, the king took his place at the head of the hall. Beside him stood two figures—a tall, composed man in his early thirties, and a sharp-eyed young girl no older than ten. Even without introductions, Felix recognized them immediately, Prince T'Challa, future Black Panther, and his sister Shuri, the young genius of Wakanda, also a future Black Panther.
After everyone was seated, the king leaned forward slightly and asked:
"May I ask your names—and what brings you to Wakanda?"
Felix spoke calmly, his voice steady.
"My name is Felix. I currently serve as the Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj. This is Tony Stark—also known as Iron Man. With us are Dr. Bruce Banner and Miss Anne."
He introduced each companion clearly.
The king's expression changed slightly upon hearing Felix's title.
"The Sorcerer Supreme?" he echoed. "Forgive my boldness, Mr. Felix, but I was under the impression that the Sorcerer Supreme was the Ancient One. How can it now be…?"
He didn't finish the sentence, but the implication was clear.
The king had noticed the amulet around Felix's neck when they met—it looked incredibly familiar. Only now did it strike him that it was none other than the Eye of Agamotto, traditionally worn by the Sorcerer Supreme. And as Black Panther, he had inherited more than strength—he had knowledge passed down from generations, including the history of Kamar-Taj and its powerful leader, the Ancient One.
Still, hearing someone else claim the title of Sorcerer Supreme came as a shock.
Felix gave a slight nod, anticipating the skepticism.
"It seems Your Majesty hasn't heard what happened just yesterday," he said, his tone more solemn now.
"The Ancient One gave her life repelling an invasion by the Dark Dimension—more specifically, by Dormammu himself. She succeeded in driving him away, saving Earth from being consumed."
He paused, letting the words sink in before continuing.
"After her sacrifice, I was chosen to carry on her duty. She entrusted the Eye of Agamotto to me herself, making me the new Sorcerer Supreme."
As he spoke, he lifted the Eye from around his neck and let it rest visibly in his palm. Its subtle, green glow shimmered under the palace lights.
"This should prove my claim."
Before the king could speak, a shocked voice broke the silence.
"What?!"
All eyes turned to T'Challa, who had taken a step forward.
"What are you talking about? Who is Dormammu? What's the Dark Dimension? What do you mean the Earth was almost destroyed?"
He stared at Felix, disbelief written all over his face.
The information had clearly overwhelmed him. As a prince and the future protector of Wakanda, he had always thought himself prepared for the unexpected—but this was something else entirely.
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