Spring passed, autumn arrived, and in the blink of an eye, it was autumn 2009.
Under the crisp, refreshing autumn weather, Lin Feng, dressed in a sleek, long blue plaid suit, drove his sports car to Columbia University.
A luxury car, a tall, well-proportioned figure, and a handsome face—he epitomized the male idol image, naturally attracting attention.
Soon enough, someone recognized him.
Lin Feng was quite famous at Columbia. Why? Because he was now one of the university's distinguished alumni. Recently, he had donated an entire laboratory to the school, and naturally, the university promoted him extensively.
For American universities, donations from wealthy alumni were a crucial source of income—sometimes the most important.
Immediately, a few stylish female students approached, slipping notes into Lin Feng's hand.
Lin Feng accepted them with a smile, not refusing.
Of course, being a proper gentleman, he would handle the notes appropriately later—he just didn't want to embarrass the girls.
That was all.
"You really are popular, aren't you?" a soft voice called from behind.
Lin Feng didn't need to turn around to know it was his cute junior, Spider-Woman Gwen.
"I've told you many times—call me by my title at work," Lin Feng said, turning to look at Gwen in her sweet outfit with a stern expression.
Golden, smooth long hair, a white T-shirt, short shorts showing her long legs, and white sneakers—the image exuded youthful vitality.
Compared to her office attire, this casual look had a different charm, bright and eye-catching.
"But this isn't at the company, and today isn't my workday either," Gwen teased, pouting.
Lin Feng glanced at her and sighed, feigning disappointment. "Young people today… they don't know how to work hard or seize opportunities. Back when I started from nothing, I built this company brick by brick to reach its current scale."
"Boss, weren't you born rich?" Gwen looked at him, seeing through his words. "And you're not even that old…"
Lin Feng's face remained calm, silently thinking: if I'm not embarrassed, then you are.
"Alright, senior, Professor Connors is already waiting in the lab," Gwen said, swinging her long ponytail as she led the way.
Lin Feng followed with long strides, taking in the youthful energy of the students.
The innocence and vitality of students—something adults rarely retain.
Soon, they arrived at a newly built lab deep in the campus—the very one Lin Feng had donated.
Inside the lab, a middle-aged white man was working with equipment. Spotting Lin Feng, he immediately approached.
"Mr. Lin, the items you requested are ready." The man, wearing a lab coat, handed over a box.
"These are the pills you wanted. I've prepared ten, each containing highly concentrated nutrients, as per your request. But as you know, normal humans cannot consume these. Who are you giving them to? I shouldn't ask, but at this concentration, they're almost metallic—ordinary digestive systems, even elephants or whales, cannot handle them. You're not feeding monsters, are you?"
"Monsters?" Lin Feng opened the box, revealing ten highly concentrated pills—intended for himself. Monsters? Perhaps that fit.
After half a year of intense training, his power had greatly improved, nearing a peak state.
Previously, whenever he achieved breakthroughs, he felt extreme hunger—as if every cell in his body screamed for energy.
Now, as his power stabilized, that hunger diminished.
Yet he still sponsored Professor Connors to develop these pills—finalized versions he had already tested. They could rapidly restore physical strength.
For normal humans, these pills would be like ingesting heavy metals. For him? His digestive system could probably process metals directly.
He estimated that his strength now approached that of Thor, nearly tapping into the power of the Thunder God.
Among current Earth's known superheroes and villains, he was extremely strong. He had perfected mid-level templates of his homeland, leaving little room for further breakthroughs—thus he sought external assistance via technology.
"The formula and extraction method are printed here. Take it with you," Professor Connors said.
He wasn't worried about theft; this wasn't meant for humans—even gods would be poisoned.
Connors had no desire to spend time on this research, but Lin Feng was a patron, and naturally, he obeyed.
Academic freedom? Without money, there's no research, no freedom.
Lin Feng smiled faintly, pocketed the items, and asked, "So, Professor, how's this mechanical arm working?"
Professor Connors raised his right arm—a mechanical replacement. He had lost his original arm during military service in Afghanistan.
Returning to the U.S., he became a professor, researching how to restore his arm.
Now, this arm was Lin Feng's company's latest product—a high-tech prosthetic.
Essentially, the same idea as Tony Stark's armor-based technology: advanced prosthetics.
Inventor? Ivan Vanko, once a major villain now working obediently in Lin Feng's company.
Since witnessing Lin Feng's power, Vanko had been exceptionally compliant—focused on research and visiting his father in a private hospital after work.
Over the past half-year, Lin Feng Tech had made tremendous progress.
First, entering the clean energy sector, becoming one of only two competitors alongside Stark Industries. Announcing plans to build a nuclear fusion reactor instantly stirred the public.
Previously, Stark dominated this field alone. Now, with competition, investors and even countries welcomed it.
Monopoly breeds fear.
The project had just begun when countless investors came knocking. With money, one rules—Lin Feng didn't plan to go public, resisting pressure.
Next, he launched a second product: high-tech prosthetics—including arms, legs, eyes—mechanical replacements for almost any body part.
This caused another media frenzy.
Though not as impactful as the energy project, it was a top-tier project.
These developments stemmed from Vanko's armor research—ultimately producing their own armor, a formidable deterrent.
Attacks on Lin Feng over the past six months were numerous, yet his response was simple: track the instigators and annihilate their entire families.
After a dozen such operations, most had learned caution.
These were some of the world's wealthiest individuals, yet Lin Feng showed no mercy—killing all direct relatives.
Even the powerful respected this insane retaliation.
Tony Stark and his peers viewed Lin Feng's actions like a game—targets were mere NPCs, not humans.
After this, Lin Feng released 10% of Lin Feng Tech's shares for distribution.
Each 1% share sold for $10 billion. 10%? That's $100 billion, plus profits from prosthetics and previous investments—Lin Feng's net worth soared beyond $200 billion.
At this point, money had become mere numbers.
Globally, only Stark was wealthier—Stark Industries was public; Lin Feng Tech was private.
Had Lin Feng Tech gone public, his net worth could have reached tens of trillions—no exaggeration.
Nuclear fusion energy was humanity's ultimate solution; owning one of the two tickets guaranteed astronomical valuation.
Even Middle Eastern royalty paled in comparison.
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