Chapter 1309

Many of the data in Tony Stark's lab were heavenly books for ordinary people.

The jumpy thinking of the genius scientist meant that he wouldn't record data strictly according to the requirements when recording some key data, so it appeared incoherent. Even if ordinary scientists came to see it, it would be very easy not to understand it.

This phenomenon, which was somewhat similar to a knowledge barrier, was one-sided. Stark could almost understand the experimental data of other scientists in all his professional fields, so he felt that if it were the experimental data of another self, it shouldn't be difficult to read.

As a result, Stark saw a series of data that made him a bit confused, or rather, it didn't look like data, but a bit like philosophical and metaphysical inferences. There were very few numbers, letters, and symbols, and many somewhat incoherent English annotations.

And these sentences had broken grammar, a bit like something written by a drunk person. The keywords also had some metaphysical meanings, all words like origin, foundation, and destiny.

Stark suspected whether this was the Iron Man of this universe who was drunk and typed randomly, so he said to Jarvis: "Call up another one."

As a result, after flipping forward one after another, they were all similar data, until flipping forward for a long time, flipping to data from a long time ago, Stark could barely understand it.

Stark frowned and squinted at that piece of experimental data. He knew it was some data on material properties. He whispered: "Testing new materials, then the suit..."

"Jarvis, help me put the latest model of the suit on the display rack," Stark said immediately. He believed that looking at the level of the suit would tell him to what extent the technology of the Iron Man of this universe had developed.

"Alright, sir. You can go to Adjustment Area 3 for adjustment."

Stark took a notebook and a pen from the drawer, walked through the door connecting the lab, and arrived at Adjustment Area 3, then saw an empty rack.

Before Stark's question marks could pop up, a series of "buzzing" sounds appeared behind him. He had a bad premonition, so he immediately rolled forward and then lay on the ground.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Several parts flew to the display rack, forming a somewhat familiar-looking Iron Man suit. Stark, lying on the ground, sighed helplessly and said: "Long time no see, Prodigal."

Stark climbed up from the ground, walked to the display rack of the suit, and touched the surface of the long-lost suit with one hand. But just as he touched the suit, he froze.

He felt as if he had gained an extra organ, as if his arm was extending infinitely outward, and there were eyes, ears, and a nose on his arm.

This was a brand new, extremely wonderful sensory experience. He seemed to have two visions. Facing the seemingly ordinary suit, Stark blinked his eyes. Subsequently, he let out an exclamation, retreating to the wall in a panic.

Because just now he saw the scene of himself blinking, and at the same time, he saw the suit opposite blinking.

Perhaps many people have played third-person games, where you can look at the protagonist from a God's perspective. But in reality, everyone's life is in the first person. But what if one day, your life became third-person?

Just now, Stark experienced such a scene. He saw himself from another angle, as if the camera had become a spirit, but at the same time, another perspective saw this camera.

The momentary confusion made Stark a bit dizzy. He shook his head hard and looked at the suit he named "Prodigal" again.

Stark swallowed, moved over step by step, and touched the faceplate of the suit with his arm again.

"Ah!!!"

Stark let out another exclamation, but this time he forcibly controlled his arm, didn't shake it off immediately, but tried hard to adapt to this vision, and then whispered: "... Neural control?"

Stark stood in front of the suit for a full ten minutes, and only then did he withdraw his hand. His eyes appeared a bit hollow, obviously completely immersed in his thoughts.

Just as Stark was supporting his chin and walking back slowly, he suddenly heard a series of rapid high-heeled shoe sounds coming from outside the lab door.

This kind of sound could be said to be engraved in Stark's genes. He immediately extended both hands to smooth his messy hair, touched the stubble by his mouth, adjusted his collar, stomped his feet, looked down at his leather shoes to confirm that his image had no problems, and then pulled his lips to reveal a smile.

But the person who came in wasn't Pepper.

A black-haired girl wearing professional attire walked in quickly. She wore a silk shirt on her upper body, paired with a short suit jacket, a long fishtail skirt on her lower body, Prada high heels, and a Louis Vuitton bag. She looked like a Wall Street elite professional woman.

"My god! Schiller said you were back, but I didn't believe it! Aren't you going on a scientific expedition to the Andromeda Galaxy? How come you're back so soon?"

The black-haired girl threw her bag on the experimental bench nearby, smoothed her hair, took a hair tie out of her jacket pocket, tied her long black hair into a ponytail, fanned herself with her hand, and said: "My god, I'm dying of heat. If it weren't for the quarterly report meeting, I wouldn't wear so much!"

Stark stood in place without moving. His eyes glanced left and right, and then he blinked lightly, because he really couldn't be sure what kind of relationship he had with this young lady in front of him.

Could it be that at this time, he and Pepper hadn't confirmed their relationship yet?

Stark was just doubting when he saw the black-haired girl in front of him crossing her arms, looking Stark up and down, and saying: "... Where's the child?"

Stark froze.

Before he could answer, the black-haired girl began to walk into the lounge on her own, saying while walking: "I have to hurry and pick Helen up. The flower girl dress Frigga ordered for her was finished last week. I've been busy with the quarterly summary of the Sanctum Sanctorum and haven't had time to come over. She's going crazy urging me!"

"Oh, right. Didn't you say you were going to customize a crown for her with new materials before? Thor is also waiting for your crown base. Hurry up and have Jarvis send it over so I can take it away together."

Stark stood in place, unable to say anything. But the black-haired girl stood at the door, turned around, and looked at Stark with a surprised expression, saying: "By Odin's beard! You didn't forget, did you?"

"Please, Tony Stark! Even if you are focused on your experiments, you wouldn't forget such an important thing, would you?! Thor is getting married next month. Don't tell me you haven't even prepared the formal wear to attend the wedding!"

The black-haired girl looked up at the ceiling, then gritted her teeth and said: "Forget it, I shouldn't have counted on you, this scumbag! You just give me the new material you researched, and I'll go find the dwarves to forge the crown."

Stark seemed to wake up suddenly, repeating instinctively: "Thor is getting married... to whom?"

The black-haired girl widened her eyes. She slowly walked around the experimental bench, walked to Stark, lowered her eyes to think for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, I remember. The invitation Asgard sent you was blocked by your security system and returned the same way. You wouldn't still not know about this, would you?"

Stark tried hard to focus his eyes on the black-haired girl's face. The black-haired girl's expression froze for a moment, as if she had suddenly been stepped on her tail, and said: "My god! You wouldn't have believed that rumor too, would you?!"

"Thor isn't marrying me! It's Sif! Sif is the future Queen of Gods, and the invitation also has her name on it!"

The black-haired girl looked up at the ceiling and then gritted her teeth and said: "That damn Strange! Spreading gossip about me and you in Asgard, and spreading gossip about me and Thor on Earth. One day, I'll throw away the work in my hands and see how he handles my clients!"

"And you, even forgetting such an important thing as your daughter's crown, I've simply never seen such an irresponsible father!"

The black-haired girl walked toward the lounge angrily, saying loudly while walking: "Helen! Helen! Hurry and come with me. If we stay here any longer, your irresponsible father might starve you to death!"

Stark finally reacted. The Iron Man of this world has a daughter? This young lady is the mother of the child. Then what's going on with Thor?

After thinking slightly, Stark reached a conclusion. Is the Iron Man of this world married to some goddess of Asgard? Or are they divorced, which is why the child needs to run back and forth?

Stark just wanted to say something to perfect his father persona, when he saw a little girl rush into the lab at a speed of at least 100 mph, "bang," and hit the experimental bench.

The experimental bench shattered.

"Helen, where did you go?" The black-haired girl rushed out of the lounge again. Stark heard this name and lowered his head slightly, looking at the little girl standing next to the fragments of the experimental bench.

Very good, at least seven points like her mother.

But what's going on with the reactor on her chest? ！！！

Stark roared inwardly, can reactors be inherited? ！！！

Looking at this young lady who was suspected to be the mother of the child, Stark thought, it could indeed only be called a young lady. Perhaps it was Asgard's eternal youth. This young lady in front of him could at most be considered a girl, or even more bluntly, Stark could be her father if he were a bit older.

Stark pursed his lips, looking at the black-haired girl packing things for Helen. He thought in his heart, the Iron Man of this world is quite brave, actually picking up a goddess of Asgard, and even having a child. Isn't this directly becoming in-laws with Thor?

Looking at this girl in professional attire packing things for Helen quickly, Stark walked up, wanting to ask what was going on with Thor getting married. But at this moment, the black-haired girl waved her hand and said: "Frigga is urging too urgently, I'll go over first. If there's anything, we'll talk on the phone!"

"By the way, don't let your security robots block our invitation again. There are no bombs there, and even if there were, it definitely wasn't me who put them there. Bye!"

After speaking, the black-haired girl took out a staff, waved it lightly, and a portal opened in mid-air. The mother and daughter disappeared into the portal.

And Stark was completely stiff in place.

Because in the few seconds just now, he clearly saw every detail of the staff the girl was holding.

This slightly curved short staff, with an iron-gray upper part and a golden lower part, and more importantly, a brilliant blue gem embedded in the middle of the blade-like iron-gray staff head.

And the universe Stark was in usually called this staff—"Loki's Scepter."