"Done. Next up is synthesizing a vibranium substitute."
Shiratori Riku recalled vibranium's atomic structure and tried to recreate its energy absorption with existing elements.
"X-element scaffold, then re-order the lattice with high-frequency vibration..."
His fingers pressed in the air as telekinesis, driven by peak stats, precisely arranged microscopic components.
A dark-silver foil formed in his palm.
He conjured a steel plate in the Creator's space and dropped it onto the new material.
CLANG!
The steel warped and twisted, while the silver foil did not so much as scratch.
"Energy absorption is at about ninety percent of vibranium. And I can mass produce it at will. Much better than a finite resource."
Satisfied, he moved to the next technology.
Dr. Erskine's serum enhanced the human body, but the side effects were brutal. Riku decided to refine it.
In his mind he built the molecular model, cut unstable gene segments, and redesigned the sequence.
"Remove the personality corruption. Keep only the pure physiological boost."
Seconds later, a vial of brand-new super soldier serum rested in his hand.
No human trial was needed. His brain simulation had already guaranteed success.
Last was Pym Particle tech. He did not test it directly, but used Divine Talent to simulate it first.
After the mental run, he forged a metal block, then wrapped it in a telekinetic field that mimicked the particle's effect.
SWISH!
The metal shrank to the nanoscale, then swiftly returned to normal.
"Good. Still unstable, but the direction is right."
Stretching, he exited the Creator's space.
He was about to eat when his expression shifted and his gaze turned far away.
Wiretap Storm had just picked up someone talking about him.
"Tell me, how should I punish you?"
"Boss, it really has nothing to do with me. I have no idea why the money disappeared. Even with ten thousand lives, I would never skim your cash."
"At this point, that is all you can say?"
"The money means little to me. What angers me is that you cannot explain how it vanished. No leads at all. Useless trash."
"I, the Kingpin, have no need for garbage. Go die."
"Ah!"
The begging voice and the missing money were familiar. Riku realized it was the mob boss he had robbed yesterday.
So the man was Kingpin's underling, which meant the money had been Kingpin's.
No surprise. The underground emperor had his fingers in every dark corner.
It was none of Riku's concern as long as they did not trouble him.
He had assumed too much. Kingpin was not the type to let things go. He ordered his men to find Riku and make him pay.
Riku doubted they could trace a single thread back to him. Even so, since Kingpin had spoken, Riku saw no reason not to respond.
He boosted his vision to super sight. In an instant he pierced walls tens of kilometers away and locked onto a luxurious office.
A mountain-broad, bald man spoke to his subordinates.
The signature white suit and cane left no doubt.
Wilson Fisk, the most notorious mortal villain in Marvel, the Kingpin.
With the location fixed, Riku shot into the sky.
In less than a second he hovered outside the office. Through bulletproof glass, he met the underground emperor's eyes.
Kingpin's pupils shrank. His right hand slid toward the alarm beneath the desk.
"Go on. Press it."
Riku's voice cut cleanly through the glass.
"The result will be the same."
BANG!
He blew a gentle breath. Glass rated to stop shells shattered like thin ice, and he drifted inside.
The bodyguards reacted fast. Five pistols barked at once.
Bullets stopped ten centimeters from Riku like they had hit an invisible wall, then tinkled onto the carpet.
"Impossible," one guard blurted.
A moment later, Riku compressed the biofield. Every guard crumpled to the floor and never breathed again.
Kingpin rose, a mountain of flesh.
No panic showed on his face. Instead, he wore a smile that looked mild yet twisted.
"And who might you be, sir? I do not believe we are acquainted."
"Didn't you say you were going to drag me out? I heard you, so I came by to grant your wish."
Riku shrugged and addressed him.
Kingpin's eyes bulged. His muscles trembled.
He had not imagined that a loose remark would bring death to his door.
Had he known the thief was a monster like this, he would have held his tongue.
Inwardly, he cursed the mob boss he had just executed.
"Sir, I am sure there has been a misunderstanding. Why don't we sit and talk it over?"
Smiling ingratiatingly, he inched closer to Riku.
At a meter away, his face twisted and he roared.
"Die, monster!"
He exploded into motion, swinging the cane with speed that did not match his size. The forged-steel shaft whistled toward Riku's temple.
SMACK!
Riku did not use the biofield. He caught the cane one-handed without even swaying.